#luciddreams - Hello Poetry

Time sits still in a dream, my skin stays lucid, quiet… too quiet. Like a body paused between moments, breath held as if waking would ruin it. Sometimes I am a movie: still frames stitching words into pictures, pictures dissolving into dreams… And these dreams— feel more real than anything I’ve lived awake. I am a romantic flick— but I’ve been more romantically involved to my fears; Dressed in soft persuasion, they linger close— whispering reasons not to try. I entertain them… let them sit too near: an affair with hesitation, that feels safer than stepping outside. We flirt with endings; death in the distance, dressed in quiet certainty; and we dress our doubts in reason— reasonable doubts, tailored thoughts, fitted just right— but what is reasonable doubt when doubt keeps rewriting the script? A reason to doubt. I can’t deny these dreams, the way they sit quiet… but alive— resting in my chest like a heartbeat waiting to be heard. Do you hear me in these words?

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May 1

May 1, 2026 at 5:48 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Lucid in Stillness

Time sits still in a dream, my skin stays lucid, quiet… too quiet. Like a body paused between moments, breath held as if waking would ruin it. Sometimes I am a movie: still frames stitching words into pictures, pictures dissolving into dreams… And these dreams— feel more real than anything I’ve lived awake. I am a romantic flick— but I’ve been more romantically involved to my fears; Dressed in soft persuasion, they linger close— whispering reasons not to try. I entertain them… let them sit too near: an affair with hesitation, that feels safer than stepping outside. We flirt with endings; death in the distance, dressed in quiet certainty; and we dress our doubts in reason— reasonable doubts, tailored thoughts, fitted just right— but what is reasonable doubt when doubt keeps rewriting the script? A reason to doubt. I can’t deny these dreams, the way they sit quiet… but alive— resting in my chest like a heartbeat waiting to be heard. Do you hear me in these words?

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Weird as it may sound You come and go, round and round Your duty's time-bound You! Nocturnal keep Creeping into deepest sleep Guilty when you peep Mounts a frail device While our minds skate on thin ice Be gentle and nice Sleep is lame and cold Casts astral beams of pure gold My soul! Please, be bold Flicker images One from a thousand ages Tales from few pages Mold them still with clay Playbacks that trouble my day Keep nightmares at bay Lost souls on a race To a ****** embrace Dream's name must be grace

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC

poeticameen

Dream Toys With Our Minds, When We Fall Asleep

Weird as it may sound You come and go, round and round Your duty's time-bound You! Nocturnal keep Creeping into deepest sleep Guilty when you peep Mounts a frail device While our minds skate on thin ice Be gentle and nice Sleep is lame and cold Casts astral beams of pure gold My soul! Please, be bold Flicker images One from a thousand ages Tales from few pages Mold them still with clay Playbacks that trouble my day Keep nightmares at bay Lost souls on a race To a ****** embrace Dream's name must be grace

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. all sleep some fall into it few enter in .

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May 23, 2024

May 23, 2024 at 11:58 PM UTC

MyDearPoet

Lucid

. all sleep some fall into it few enter in .

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the world is flown and i sleep beside you wed our mossy appetite has become cleaved a sleeve running between us on this bed a warm hum the pores pipe open intimacy issues forth traversing the gap intelligence sliding slack and froth like moist candy-floss icking and tearing our shared dream our powerful phantom gussy travellers ravelling in sheets of smoky sea grey/green misting of the memory gland gathering up dead celebrity tuning structures to our jubilee re-creation in a vibe theatre we're partners conducting our behaviour for a grand flotsam revelry dizzed up and narcotic no doubt ; we are unreal it is the neon hour... i flicker feeling the rushing of your warm system i feel weather speed over our bodies striping and refreshing the energy in the oil light blinking i see you scar beauty over the berths' landscape you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes you are if to say "plug back in to our shared motion" "we could be imperishable" "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse" you brush my hand which fizzes and i clothe my eyes re-enter our developing potion within our great mouths feed alike our dual nature is a shared gratification within

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Feb 2, 2023

Feb 2, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC

neth-jones

jetsam

the world is flown and i sleep beside you wed our mossy appetite has become cleaved a sleeve running between us on this bed a warm hum the pores pipe open intimacy issues forth traversing the gap intelligence sliding slack and froth like moist candy-floss icking and tearing our shared dream our powerful phantom gussy travellers ravelling in sheets of smoky sea grey/green misting of the memory gland gathering up dead celebrity tuning structures to our jubilee re-creation in a vibe theatre we're partners conducting our behaviour for a grand flotsam revelry dizzed up and narcotic no doubt ; we are unreal it is the neon hour... i flicker feeling the rushing of your warm system i feel weather speed over our bodies striping and refreshing the energy in the oil light blinking i see you scar beauty over the berths' landscape you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes you are if to say "plug back in to our shared motion" "we could be imperishable" "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse" you brush my hand which fizzes and i clothe my eyes re-enter our developing potion within our great mouths feed alike our dual nature is a shared gratification within

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A- Always L- Lucid dreaming O- On N- No Specific E- Evening(s)

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC

SydDorian

ALONE

A- Always L- Lucid dreaming O- On N- No Specific E- Evening(s)

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tomorrows, morals, lead to future sorrows, rather remain swimming in the oceans corals, then open up the next portal, into anothers world. © Try

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC

Try

ocean corals

tomorrows, morals, lead to future sorrows, rather remain swimming in the oceans corals, then open up the next portal, into anothers world. © Try

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You’ve awoken my heart So wake up please I’m getting sleepy My lucid dreams smother and inject terror into my heart They terrify me Wake up please I cannot fall asleep

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC

squigglynebula

Wake up

You’ve awoken my heart So wake up please I’m getting sleepy My lucid dreams smother and inject terror into my heart They terrify me Wake up please I cannot fall asleep

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Can’t escape her, not even in my dreams. Last night she was there, in my dream, I was crying, these eternal tears, & instead of running away from me, she took my head placed it on her shoulder, & told me she was there for me & always would be. Then I woke up. ∆ FREE Book: www.scribd.com/document/367036005

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC

aaronlalux

∆ Dreamworld Offers No Repose ∆

Can’t escape her, not even in my dreams. Last night she was there, in my dream, I was crying, these eternal tears, & instead of running away from me, she took my head placed it on her shoulder, & told me she was there for me & always would be. Then I woke up. ∆ FREE Book: www.scribd.com/document/367036005

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I’m too sober for those dazzling eyes Fangs on my bleeding neck Piercing into my darkest places I can feel everything Is this pain or is this beauty? From your eyelids clicking Am I here or am I nothing? To my heartbeat prancing Will you medicate me again? Temptation Paralysis Fear Fear I can see you inside out Numb Nothingness Numb My brain again Your face in my lucid dreams Touch me again, haunt me again.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC

lili

*Sober Symphony*

I’m too sober for those dazzling eyes Fangs on my bleeding neck Piercing into my darkest places I can feel everything Is this pain or is this beauty? From your eyelids clicking Am I here or am I nothing? To my heartbeat prancing Will you medicate me again? Temptation Paralysis Fear Fear I can see you inside out Numb Nothingness Numb My brain again Your face in my lucid dreams Touch me again, haunt me again.

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Last night I woke in a cold sweat. Heart slamming against chest, facing sharp, hard regret. In my dreams I was in bed with you, in a great white house. Just across the hall, was the King of the Jews.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC

mwskaggs

Last Night

Last night I woke in a cold sweat. Heart slamming against chest, facing sharp, hard regret. In my dreams I was in bed with you, in a great white house. Just across the hall, was the King of the Jews.

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