#hypnagogia
I like staying in hypnagogia--
between sleeping and waking up.
I feel happy,
not conscious,
not dreaming.
Because the thing about reality is
it's not a dream,
and the thing about dream is
it's not real.
(fohn)
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
Lying teeth
-
Creep
Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.
Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.
Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.
In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.
I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water
decorous
A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.
Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
callous.
The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
depress.
diminished.
Penduluming
will never
mollify,
placate.
The moment you appreciate,
Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.
Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Between the conception and the creation
Falls the Shadow.
Blinding lights, a crowded terrace,
Flickers, music, ballroom dance
Suddenly, the image shatters -
Darkness, rest from unknown lands.
S-spiralling-ing down to nimbus
Infinity yet to explore
Commotion woke me from my dreams
and left me yearning for ____________
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
The time period between being awake and being asleep
This mystical place that so little beings remember:
It's the place that I could live in for the rest of my life
For it is neither reality or a dream
A time that is neither dark nor light
Neither good or bad
The world of in between
Everything is neutral
It is the world of calmness
Nothing to worry
Nothing to be afraid of
It's the only place I can find solace
The place without sadness and loneliness
But also free of the nightmares
Undisturbed by the morbid images my mind creates
And untouched by the anxiety, loneliness, and pain of this cruel world
A place where no person can take me away from
A place where no creature can lay a claw on me
Gates between consciousness and unconsciousness
Guard this place of sanctuary
I would like to stay here,
This, I would want to make my home
But waking is too demanding
And sleeping is too necessary
I wish my home would be Hypnagogia
A place where you never sleep
You never wake
And you never dream
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC