#horrifying
The adrenaline rush,
as my heart is
steady racing,
the ****** and
the speed of it,
my mind is
steady pacing,
covered with
sweat beads,
as I fear of the impact,
as if I am about
to be crushed,
into the ground,
is where I make contact,
with concrete or reality??
OH, THE AWFUL SOUND,
as people gather around,
the fear on people's
faces as I lay still,
a horrifying experience
I don't want to feel,
a scary experience of
a nightmare unseen,
as we I am
frighteningly
aroused from
Falling in my Dreams!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 4/9/2025
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 9:38 PM UTC
I
was looking
through the smog
and
wandering at
isolated places
in the forest,
listening to all
the horrifying
sounds
and
trying to
identify the
masked faces,
with the feeling
of some
unexpected
moments...
A sudden jolt
woke me up,
to make me
realize
it was just a
Midnight Dream!
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
Mysterious person in my dream
your appearance is quite extreme
You feel like a dark, wretched theme
its enough to make me wanna scream
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
The postulate of this grief is ours. Every night in my wiry chain-mail suit, in my bed, where you have been crying for your lost hours. For a moment they came, in calamity and drudgery, to every travailing effect that pushed you down. Half of one day, you had it. You plucked your eyebrows, applied vigorously baby oil, lotion, to your pallid skin, and in two bats of your eyes, it had disappeared again. So sad you are. So sad you have been. They were only minor hours, wrapped in crimson bows, gentle happenings that you had barely grazed the tips of your fingernails into, and their symbolical sense, their nuance, wasn't perfected as you had wished just yet. And you tried so hard and it wasn't right yet. In the bed, with your fore-paws tucked neatly under the pillow, the bottom of your legs tucking their way up into your gut, tight as tight could be; I watched you sob in your maudlin ball, your sudorific tears, just peeling out of your eyes. I changed the pillow. I swapped it out. If only we could find your hours and give them back to you.But you cowered into a half-lump ball, your spirit curdling under your night-wept tears. And I too wanted your hours, for they were mine also. Our amatory hours, the fervid hours, our hours of luxe developing bliss. I felt the same urgency to recall them as you, but it was I who held to them, and clang to them that was losing my fingertip grasp on their minutes, and that is what frightened the both of us.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
we all know them now as warriors;
they were brave and strong and instead of
weeping in the shadows, they
rose higher with the wings that heaven itself gave them.
it was one of the darkest periods in human history
and yet they still held themselves together
and never gave up no matter what
obstacle got stuck in their path
and although most may not be here today,
we are to bless them like the moon
blesses the sun when it sets into
the newly lit night sky
for they are the reason why the war
ended in the first place.
they are the ones who wouldn't allow
bullets to be thrown at them without a fight,
and for those reasons,
we shall forever be thankful.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Dear dolly,
you always seem so jolly.
I wonder if your smile is pure
Or if you just stitched it as a temporary cure
For all the madness that has been flowing through
Your soul that has never coexisted
with your fabricated flesh
I ponder the way you think
and the reason why you never blink
But you seem to look good in pink
Didn't think you'll love the dark shade of red
splashed through the sheets of a bed
From your blade's sharp end
***I wonder who'll you ****** tonight***
since the moon is out without a bite
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Anxiety
is a breath never released
suffocation of the lungs
and the whole of your mind
Anxiety
is a clock
that never stops ticking
with the constant click, from past to present
Time never ends
and oh darling
nor does anxiety.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I’m not me anymore. I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do, can’t be. I am still, and silent, and sad. So achingly, horrifyingly sad. Everything hurts, but nothing hurts at all, because I’m absolutely numb. I curl up and try to keep all of everything inside of me from falling apart. I don’t even want to open my eyes.
Why is winter my kryptonite?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
This emptiness
fills my being like blood,
running through my veins.
This loneliness
holds me
like no one ever could.
This poison
infects my brain
like a deadly virus
slowing killing me
without anyone knowing.
I feel trapped
and I'm scared of what might happen,
I'm scared of what I might do,
but most of all--
I'm scared of my thoughts.
Because I'm a hostage of my own mind
and the worst part is;
no one can hear me scream.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC