#sleepparalysis - Hello Poetry

raspy breath leaking into my ears, icy claws dragging across my back. i don't dare open my eyes. frozen in place, my heart thuds in my ears. this isn't real. this isn't real. this isn't real

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Mar 11

Mar 11, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC

Nobody_

ice

raspy breath leaking into my ears, icy claws dragging across my back. i don't dare open my eyes. frozen in place, my heart thuds in my ears. this isn't real. this isn't real. this isn't real

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Sweat attack I'm Solo Dolo On re-lax mode Who's asking? Lack of plastic evidence Let that hot modern medicine Do the rest No where to go No hope in tact Blabbing til I couldn't hardly move my mouth If it was allowed I'm sure That this tongue could Move mountains

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Jun 22, 2024

Jun 22, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC

Twighead

9 a.m. sweat nest

Sweat attack I'm Solo Dolo On re-lax mode Who's asking? Lack of plastic evidence Let that hot modern medicine Do the rest No where to go No hope in tact Blabbing til I couldn't hardly move my mouth If it was allowed I'm sure That this tongue could Move mountains

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I saw it A figure the size of me filled with the empty black injecting a pricing screech that pushed me further in my bed I can't move as it is looking at me, and through me the sounds are getting louder tickling my eardrum I close my eyes and open to see it climb the walls I close my eyes again and wake.

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Dec 29, 2020

Dec 29, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC

Shain

Paralysis

I saw it A figure the size of me filled with the empty black injecting a pricing screech that pushed me further in my bed I can't move as it is looking at me, and through me the sounds are getting louder tickling my eardrum I close my eyes and open to see it climb the walls I close my eyes again and wake.

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I finally returned home After a lingering day I looked into the mirror my steaming tears snake down my face but I push down my sorrows long enough to forget The smell of warm sheets right out of the dryer cuddled my body like a tight expecting hug As I placed my hand upon my heated cheek I could feel the dampness of my warm skin I shouldn't worry about a thing right now but I do Ready to sleep under the glow in the dark stars where my life centered beneath at this time of sorrow I drift off --- 6am --- My eyes abruptly explode open It's so dark I can't make out anything Trying to drift back asleep but my eyes won't close I try to get up but a force stops me Moving a muscle is impossible at this point I opened my mouth to scream in terror but It takes my breath away I can faintly make out its face It's me A perfect copy of my every feature She doesnt think the same ways as me nevertheless Taunting me All my fears spit out her teeth Just like that she's gone Now It takes the shape of my loved ones Surrounding me They hold me down while I am sleeping and brag how they are perfect

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May 1, 2020

May 1, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC

Callisto-In-the-Rain

Sleep Paralysis

I finally returned home After a lingering day I looked into the mirror my steaming tears snake down my face but I push down my sorrows long enough to forget The smell of warm sheets right out of the dryer cuddled my body like a tight expecting hug As I placed my hand upon my heated cheek I could feel the dampness of my warm skin I shouldn't worry about a thing right now but I do Ready to sleep under the glow in the dark stars where my life centered beneath at this time of sorrow I drift off --- 6am --- My eyes abruptly explode open It's so dark I can't make out anything Trying to drift back asleep but my eyes won't close I try to get up but a force stops me Moving a muscle is impossible at this point I opened my mouth to scream in terror but It takes my breath away I can faintly make out its face It's me A perfect copy of my every feature She doesnt think the same ways as me nevertheless Taunting me All my fears spit out her teeth Just like that she's gone Now It takes the shape of my loved ones Surrounding me They hold me down while I am sleeping and brag how they are perfect

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𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝒰𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝑀𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝒰𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹. 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝓈, 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹. 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇.

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May 1, 2020

May 1, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC

hopefulTangerine

Helpless

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝒰𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝑀𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝒰𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹. 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝓈, 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹. 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇.

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Can’t move Three, two, one, go! Open your eyes. No. No. It’s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW! Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching. Who… what is that at the window? A dream? But you’re awake, paralysed, still can’t move.

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

ms_reluctance

Futile

Can’t move Three, two, one, go! Open your eyes. No. No. It’s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW! Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching. Who… what is that at the window? A dream? But you’re awake, paralysed, still can’t move.

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The candle that flickers in the distance The night-light that illuminates the room Still doesn’t protect me from the monster That isn’t really there He lives in the darkest corner of my room And waits until I am asleep To lurk into the faint light And show his faceless face As I awake from my slumber He puts a trace on my soul So that he can safely approach My defenseless body I lie their as still as a statue I try hard to let out a scream And when nothing comes out He stands over top of me He knows he is winning When he stares into my petrified eyes But when I look back at him I wonder if he is trying to make me stronger He takes his nonexistent hands And places them onto my chest And with increasing pressure He squeezes the breath out of my body I gather all the strength I have Trying to force a movement And just when I’ve given up I feel my toes wiggle Relief rushes through my body like a drug And finally the movement transfers From my toes to my legs From my legs to my entire body I break free from his despicable clutch And I let out an ear piercing scream I spring out from under the covers In hopes that I catch my terrorist I hear the stomps of my parents Coming from the hallway They enter my room Before I can tell them “no” And the hall light produces Just enough light To make my demon Disappear I hang my head in defeat My parents make sure that I am okay And after they tuck me in I lie in bed And wait for him to visit again.

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Dec 30, 2019

Dec 30, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC

harleyjane828

My Demon

The candle that flickers in the distance The night-light that illuminates the room Still doesn’t protect me from the monster That isn’t really there He lives in the darkest corner of my room And waits until I am asleep To lurk into the faint light And show his faceless face As I awake from my slumber He puts a trace on my soul So that he can safely approach My defenseless body I lie their as still as a statue I try hard to let out a scream And when nothing comes out He stands over top of me He knows he is winning When he stares into my petrified eyes But when I look back at him I wonder if he is trying to make me stronger He takes his nonexistent hands And places them onto my chest And with increasing pressure He squeezes the breath out of my body I gather all the strength I have Trying to force a movement And just when I’ve given up I feel my toes wiggle Relief rushes through my body like a drug And finally the movement transfers From my toes to my legs From my legs to my entire body I break free from his despicable clutch And I let out an ear piercing scream I spring out from under the covers In hopes that I catch my terrorist I hear the stomps of my parents Coming from the hallway They enter my room Before I can tell them “no” And the hall light produces Just enough light To make my demon Disappear I hang my head in defeat My parents make sure that I am okay And after they tuck me in I lie in bed And wait for him to visit again.

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On the night At the very early morn The moon had already risen Just as a broken gaseous no more sleeps Somehow, somewhere, a beast trapped, released No longer is it trapped to the confines of its prison Eyes that survey Salivating, wanting, A prompt to its hunger Its nostril’s pleasure: my scents Under a crack of dim, creaming crescent The uncensored scene of my slumber The conditions, possibilities, a setting made right for the empty A glimmer of hope or just the fangs bared for the bark or biting Once started, the urge, its selfishness to one else, it’ll never lend The craving has begun; the questionable realism of this game of pretend A shadowy figure, upon a pair of feet; yours, no, mine, it lurks in the dark Countless moments to lose the count of, time is held still Longer and longer, in continuous moments that shows no signs of breaking Once I had the warming presence of the body of mine besides me, only to be replaced “A story’s not to be finished without the satisfaction it gives,” is all I find All we have seen, the sweet smell of lovely dreams still dancing feverously like visions of my mind Darkness lies beside me, wanting you, cannot be unseen: the ****** features being without a face What’s gotten is what’s to be deserved: deliberations of the disease that festers the fabric of my thoughts, I pay no mind At this point, my reality sinks in, run-on sentences roles across the virtual plane called your screen. Unable to break away from the unrecognizable creature that lies before me, I lose contact with the senses, my nerves have no feeling The beauty of it all is the art, the science, I love the way how it consumes me, growing over me, light glinting off its fangs still bared I remember now, I know it, we’ve talked about it before, it calls itself Sherman, our sleep paralysis demon, still I feel the need to be scared My lovely dreams, he feeds off of, the hunger within, in him, is never satisfied, no matter how many times he tried, he didn’t stop, just enough to make me void, light blinds me, my soul is fleeing. On the morn, At the surpassed night My heartbeat pends Eternally I sleep, at peace Those who know me weep For my plotless reality never ends

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC

Asominate

Sherman

On the night At the very early morn The moon had already risen Just as a broken gaseous no more sleeps Somehow, somewhere, a beast trapped, released No longer is it trapped to the confines of its prison Eyes that survey Salivating, wanting, A prompt to its hunger Its nostril’s pleasure: my scents Under a crack of dim, creaming crescent The uncensored scene of my slumber The conditions, possibilities, a setting made right for the empty A glimmer of hope or just the fangs bared for the bark or biting Once started, the urge, its selfishness to one else, it’ll never lend The craving has begun; the questionable realism of this game of pretend A shadowy figure, upon a pair of feet; yours, no, mine, it lurks in the dark Countless moments to lose the count of, time is held still Longer and longer, in continuous moments that shows no signs of breaking Once I had the warming presence of the body of mine besides me, only to be replaced “A story’s not to be finished without the satisfaction it gives,” is all I find All we have seen, the sweet smell of lovely dreams still dancing feverously like visions of my mind Darkness lies beside me, wanting you, cannot be unseen: the ****** features being without a face What’s gotten is what’s to be deserved: deliberations of the disease that festers the fabric of my thoughts, I pay no mind At this point, my reality sinks in, run-on sentences roles across the virtual plane called your screen. Unable to break away from the unrecognizable creature that lies before me, I lose contact with the senses, my nerves have no feeling The beauty of it all is the art, the science, I love the way how it consumes me, growing over me, light glinting off its fangs still bared I remember now, I know it, we’ve talked about it before, it calls itself Sherman, our sleep paralysis demon, still I feel the need to be scared My lovely dreams, he feeds off of, the hunger within, in him, is never satisfied, no matter how many times he tried, he didn’t stop, just enough to make me void, light blinds me, my soul is fleeing. On the morn, At the surpassed night My heartbeat pends Eternally I sleep, at peace Those who know me weep For my plotless reality never ends

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When the clock tick midnight its time to go, Walking between my realm and the realm of the living I sense the smell of a young soul, The sweet salty taste of soul. I'm the shadow you fear every night Blending in the dark of night, To haunt you here I go. Voodoo chanting I do, to unleash the fear in you. Leaving chills down your spine. So that I can add another soul to my collection.

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC

RuiStan

I'm your worst nightmare

When the clock tick midnight its time to go, Walking between my realm and the realm of the living I sense the smell of a young soul, The sweet salty taste of soul. I'm the shadow you fear every night Blending in the dark of night, To haunt you here I go. Voodoo chanting I do, to unleash the fear in you. Leaving chills down your spine. So that I can add another soul to my collection.

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Ill go to sleep, close my eyes Dream of broken fireflies I cant see in this field of black Ive gone too far now, I cant go back. Watching where I stand I cant be still Or I sink into the sand My shoes they start to fill. My feet become heavy, Its becoming harder to walk Id shout and scream if I could even talk. Long grass im grasping Lifting up my knee if only the fireflies weren’t broken id be able to see without their fire theyre just flies they are my guidance and my eyes without my heart im as useless as Pinocchio’s nose without his lies I feel the wind brush again my cheek The whisper of the banshee feels quite weak But when she screams I hope to wake up from this dream as dreams are more real as they seem. Though I only see black I picture in my head The banshees mouth opening wide Off my fears she fed. Her scream was as loud As a close truck horn The cry from a baby, as soon as its born My ear drums thumping My skin feels torn I was faced with her violence There I stand, in the deafening silence.

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC

Emski

Banshee

Ill go to sleep, close my eyes Dream of broken fireflies I cant see in this field of black Ive gone too far now, I cant go back. Watching where I stand I cant be still Or I sink into the sand My shoes they start to fill. My feet become heavy, Its becoming harder to walk Id shout and scream if I could even talk. Long grass im grasping Lifting up my knee if only the fireflies weren’t broken id be able to see without their fire theyre just flies they are my guidance and my eyes without my heart im as useless as Pinocchio’s nose without his lies I feel the wind brush again my cheek The whisper of the banshee feels quite weak But when she screams I hope to wake up from this dream as dreams are more real as they seem. Though I only see black I picture in my head The banshees mouth opening wide Off my fears she fed. Her scream was as loud As a close truck horn The cry from a baby, as soon as its born My ear drums thumping My skin feels torn I was faced with her violence There I stand, in the deafening silence.

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I remember my first sleep paralysis like it was yesterday I would go to sleep and then I would fall asleep In a matter of seconds I was floating over my bed It was weird and scary back on the day Since time past it kept getting worse and worse At the point of becoming routine I didnt nkow why I kept having those lucid dreams So one day I decided to search on google And i found that i had sleep paralysis It didnt help much since I didn't nkow how to stop it Today I still dont nkow why I have it Is it normal? or maybe I have an evil spirit inside me Who nkows? Anyway Since I have the gift Why not use it to write a good poem.

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC

RuiStan

Where all started...

I remember my first sleep paralysis like it was yesterday I would go to sleep and then I would fall asleep In a matter of seconds I was floating over my bed It was weird and scary back on the day Since time past it kept getting worse and worse At the point of becoming routine I didnt nkow why I kept having those lucid dreams So one day I decided to search on google And i found that i had sleep paralysis It didnt help much since I didn't nkow how to stop it Today I still dont nkow why I have it Is it normal? or maybe I have an evil spirit inside me Who nkows? Anyway Since I have the gift Why not use it to write a good poem.

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I lost faith, hope and sleep. My soul has awakened my REM (RAPID EYE MOVEMENT), Where everything becomes a lucid dream This is where the terror begins. Aware, Inhuman visions begin, The shadows come close to me Whispering my name, I see a figure, He tries to steal my soul, My body unable to move, Panic begins to set in, Unable to breathe, I try focusing in my getaway. "Wake up" I try to wriggle my toes. In last despair, I try to use the trump to my only salvation. The phrase that kills all evil presences. "Jesus blood has power" That's when he screamed like there was no tomorrow, A scary loud shout, I've never heard anything like it. It seemed like it was falling apart. I just woke up. Since that day I began to believe in Jesus and his power.

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC

RuiStan

† The great power of the phrase †

I lost faith, hope and sleep. My soul has awakened my REM (RAPID EYE MOVEMENT), Where everything becomes a lucid dream This is where the terror begins. Aware, Inhuman visions begin, The shadows come close to me Whispering my name, I see a figure, He tries to steal my soul, My body unable to move, Panic begins to set in, Unable to breathe, I try focusing in my getaway. "Wake up" I try to wriggle my toes. In last despair, I try to use the trump to my only salvation. The phrase that kills all evil presences. "Jesus blood has power" That's when he screamed like there was no tomorrow, A scary loud shout, I've never heard anything like it. It seemed like it was falling apart. I just woke up. Since that day I began to believe in Jesus and his power.

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My dreams are alive I am awake Exhausted Eyelids weighted Body limp It falls asleep Aware My mind is awake screaming choking drowning Panic My heart sinks My chest is tight My breath is shallow Paralyzed Focus "Wake up" "Wake up" "Please wake up" Momentum I launch my body forward And force my eyelids open I gasp for air I am awake

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC

mae-6

Sleep paralysis

My dreams are alive I am awake Exhausted Eyelids weighted Body limp It falls asleep Aware My mind is awake screaming choking drowning Panic My heart sinks My chest is tight My breath is shallow Paralyzed Focus "Wake up" "Wake up" "Please wake up" Momentum I launch my body forward And force my eyelids open I gasp for air I am awake

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nights don't matter. when you're all alone. feels like you're stranded, on an island with no food. the water glistens as the waves crash. you think you hear your name but that's just the man in purple whispering. you're stranded so he wants your soul. to eat it and drown you in a fire. you're stranded so you cry and sleep alone, and he laughs and licks your tears of blood and black. he grabs you and rips you to shreds. but you're out in the sea and all you do is scream. you put the pillow on your face so all you see is black. no more purple is what you desire, then all you get is white. you ask yourself "did i make it out alive?" but the answer is, no. you're dead. then you plummet. what felt like hope disintegrated into rubble... and now... the one blue that became purple, the black you yearned for that formed to white, the red that bled into your mind. it's all...

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC

falling_into_autumn

Nights Don't Matter

nights don't matter. when you're all alone. feels like you're stranded, on an island with no food. the water glistens as the waves crash. you think you hear your name but that's just the man in purple whispering. you're stranded so he wants your soul. to eat it and drown you in a fire. you're stranded so you cry and sleep alone, and he laughs and licks your tears of blood and black. he grabs you and rips you to shreds. but you're out in the sea and all you do is scream. you put the pillow on your face so all you see is black. no more purple is what you desire, then all you get is white. you ask yourself "did i make it out alive?" but the answer is, no. you're dead. then you plummet. what felt like hope disintegrated into rubble... and now... the one blue that became purple, the black you yearned for that formed to white, the red that bled into your mind. it's all...

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Staring into the darkness I see my darkest fear What if something were to re-appear Right before my eyes I lay paralyzed Distorted from what is real Night time The shadows are so near Creeping in the darkness Faces can appear Mental images flashing though my mind Sending shivers up my spine.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC

Zombiequeen20

Fear

Staring into the darkness I see my darkest fear What if something were to re-appear Right before my eyes I lay paralyzed Distorted from what is real Night time The shadows are so near Creeping in the darkness Faces can appear Mental images flashing though my mind Sending shivers up my spine.

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*Behind the gauzy veil of dreams in early morning mist I'm held by the shadows 'neath the moon, a dark somnambulist. I strive to awaken and arise, yet it eludes my demands. Like faith that leaves beleaguered souls adrift in shifting sands. What do the shadows want with me in realms of weary dreams? My brain draws near but my body is paralyzed, it seems. Am I a treasure of a sweet caress? Or my light like a lover's kiss? Is loneliness their punishment or is it more than this? I relax and try to rise. The dream will not subside. Specters hold me down inside spreading panic in my mind. And so I go adrift again. In faith I hold on and on. I'll find my way back into zen with the breaking of the dawn.*

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC

Cne

Beleaguered Souls

*Behind the gauzy veil of dreams in early morning mist I'm held by the shadows 'neath the moon, a dark somnambulist. I strive to awaken and arise, yet it eludes my demands. Like faith that leaves beleaguered souls adrift in shifting sands. What do the shadows want with me in realms of weary dreams? My brain draws near but my body is paralyzed, it seems. Am I a treasure of a sweet caress? Or my light like a lover's kiss? Is loneliness their punishment or is it more than this? I relax and try to rise. The dream will not subside. Specters hold me down inside spreading panic in my mind. And so I go adrift again. In faith I hold on and on. I'll find my way back into zen with the breaking of the dawn.*

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I wake up to shadows My body unable to move Panic begins to set in These visions inhuman My eyes are barely open I can see them moving I'm awake it seems Yet I'm still in a dream The shadows move closer They shift and whisper I wonder what they say As I panic where I lay Here I realize something How good it feels to choose What happens around me And how I shape my reality

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May 16, 2017

May 16, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC

BrettJPalmero

In Between

I wake up to shadows My body unable to move Panic begins to set in These visions inhuman My eyes are barely open I can see them moving I'm awake it seems Yet I'm still in a dream The shadows move closer They shift and whisper I wonder what they say As I panic where I lay Here I realize something How good it feels to choose What happens around me And how I shape my reality

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Hordes of metaphorical oracles awaken me from sleep Dreams of paralysis, lost inside the deep Rabbit hole analysis meets a descent so steep While these Prodding thoughts got me tripping over my own feet Interpretations or revelations what does it mean? How long can one last existing inside of this scene? Wide eyes lids closed coincide with winter snow shallow breath heavy toll watching bodies decompose presence felt, identity unknown, an experience to shake the bones. Straining to take quick control, interpretations from the occipital lobe lying semi lucid, fear from the cold vocalizing panicked silence binded in time with mind stuck in molds To even have witnissed this instance means it's time to grow. the fire's flowing im slowly blowing my CO2 What do I want, what do I need? This mission eye must see through Take this steady ascension into the next lesson clearing the mirror for a perspective of truth. The more that is reflected, the more I see you

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC

Dreamstate528

Sleep Paralysis

Hordes of metaphorical oracles awaken me from sleep Dreams of paralysis, lost inside the deep Rabbit hole analysis meets a descent so steep While these Prodding thoughts got me tripping over my own feet Interpretations or revelations what does it mean? How long can one last existing inside of this scene? Wide eyes lids closed coincide with winter snow shallow breath heavy toll watching bodies decompose presence felt, identity unknown, an experience to shake the bones. Straining to take quick control, interpretations from the occipital lobe lying semi lucid, fear from the cold vocalizing panicked silence binded in time with mind stuck in molds To even have witnissed this instance means it's time to grow. the fire's flowing im slowly blowing my CO2 What do I want, what do I need? This mission eye must see through Take this steady ascension into the next lesson clearing the mirror for a perspective of truth. The more that is reflected, the more I see you

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Release the bowels and scrub the shame Metal grit hand-towels A curious novelty I would come to know as omen Tacky pink tiles- well noted Return to see my identity bereaved Or maybe just my clothes Strange how they blend in turmoil No fear for the pistol at my gut, braved in its defense No fear for thugs I make my company Even as silent secrets are sent racing across fingertips I am untouchable A crowd grows, a debaucherous menagerie Of Drug abuse and ****** bliss; the **** grows Time and place erase Two blue lakes of cotton; now green vines of vinyl It makes no matter: the **** grows It grows until memory is no more Just a fear – what has happened? And her face is there, the soft skin The sharp features. The sly smile. Soft mahogany and Serpent eyes A beauty you cannot surmise “You were mine, and I was you. Taken as I’ll take again” Then our next meeting, not so far from then As the scratching record is played again In headphones meant to control Resist! She has my arms, too weak to move She has my neck, strained to turn They will take you, and then YOU will be no more, just a thing A servant to this beckoning RESIST! This battle in your mind, control As the beat grows louder, that maddening din So full of fear as you entertain it’s sin What can you do, once it’s powers in? HELP! I mean to cry But nothing with my lips so dry HELP! I try to choke All that leaves is wisps of smoke HELP! And there it is A whisper, for what the battle did ~ “help” I groan, and finally awake.

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC

j-t-gaut

Resist- The Dream

Release the bowels and scrub the shame Metal grit hand-towels A curious novelty I would come to know as omen Tacky pink tiles- well noted Return to see my identity bereaved Or maybe just my clothes Strange how they blend in turmoil No fear for the pistol at my gut, braved in its defense No fear for thugs I make my company Even as silent secrets are sent racing across fingertips I am untouchable A crowd grows, a debaucherous menagerie Of Drug abuse and ****** bliss; the **** grows Time and place erase Two blue lakes of cotton; now green vines of vinyl It makes no matter: the **** grows It grows until memory is no more Just a fear – what has happened? And her face is there, the soft skin The sharp features. The sly smile. Soft mahogany and Serpent eyes A beauty you cannot surmise “You were mine, and I was you. Taken as I’ll take again” Then our next meeting, not so far from then As the scratching record is played again In headphones meant to control Resist! She has my arms, too weak to move She has my neck, strained to turn They will take you, and then YOU will be no more, just a thing A servant to this beckoning RESIST! This battle in your mind, control As the beat grows louder, that maddening din So full of fear as you entertain it’s sin What can you do, once it’s powers in? HELP! I mean to cry But nothing with my lips so dry HELP! I try to choke All that leaves is wisps of smoke HELP! And there it is A whisper, for what the battle did ~ “help” I groan, and finally awake.

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2:30am, felt the hollows hands of death again. Fingers wrapped like a noose around my neck. Woke up distress in sweat. With tongue tied knots made of fear and frustrating attempts. I called out to mother but I felt 1,000 pounds of pressure standing upon my chest. Muting me into speech impediments and sinking me into the depths of what seem to feel like hell for a couple minutes. Body felt like dancing sharp needles in the air. As someone's eerie finger Sailed across the maps of my skin. Causing frantic earthquakes through out what seemed like my living corpse. I felt like discords, statics, and lost signal tv channels.

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC

BaezJo

Sleep Paralysis

2:30am, felt the hollows hands of death again. Fingers wrapped like a noose around my neck. Woke up distress in sweat. With tongue tied knots made of fear and frustrating attempts. I called out to mother but I felt 1,000 pounds of pressure standing upon my chest. Muting me into speech impediments and sinking me into the depths of what seem to feel like hell for a couple minutes. Body felt like dancing sharp needles in the air. As someone's eerie finger Sailed across the maps of my skin. Causing frantic earthquakes through out what seemed like my living corpse. I felt like discords, statics, and lost signal tv channels.

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