"dreamlessly" poems
the harmony of discordant tunes
infiltrates mind
closed to thought
strewn against wind
in the onslaught of scattered
steely voices
attuned to this one alone
messages of self-loathing
that medication covers over
the bandage merely adequate
a stale, small blanket
wooley
euthanize thought
unapologetically strident
so that this one
can finally
sleep
dreamlessly
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
When the crowds started their own Kristallnact
in the big smoke, it seemed Smaller
when tracing danger zones on maps, more and more
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(Warning, X marks the spots that are burning)
It was a stampede of hooves money was lost on,
shattering windows and smashing streetlamps
and all the same, shrubs and roses were stormed on.
The horses don't have names anymore.
There are beings almost human
trapped in hospitals, trapped inside the women
not yet hampered by the world,
and those who created the women,
three decades before, sometimes
only a dozen years ago, somehow
still waiting and still wanting
another human being to be born.
If I could dream, I'd dance in my sleep,
but I am in the same stillness,
in the same uniform,
in search of footprints to follow,
for hunger, for scorn,
for dying flowers and an unknowable moon,
and the babies now laughing
and terrified and bored and the good ones
who fell in love with the wrong ones
or had too much, of the good or bad, too soon.
The only secret I've been let in on
is that it's the same when you die
as it was when you were born, but
all of a sudden, something small
in the churches and their clocktower clouds,
in the wires of a telephone,
in laughter in the sun,
is enough to allow sleep to come,
dreamlessly but peacefully,
inside knowing that even if we feel alone
we will always belong
to everything, everybody, everyone.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
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Snips & snails & midnight shadows unaware--
...the soft flesh of wildflowers tremble
in the blistering wind.
Slowly shifting their tattered reflection...
Twilight fire, painted angels
bleeding dreamlessly.
A perfect stranger
melts like a million echoes ground into dust.
Eternity glowed like a falling moonstone.
Girl's souls
really are sugar and spice...
.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
no abnormal amount of sleep could cure
the tiredness that rests inside my bones
fatigue fills the hollow cage that
dreamlessly becomes my hellish home
no obscene quantity of food could satiate
the hunger residing in my soul
my heart is empty, craving for something
adventure, fire, or the great unknown
no blinding light could truly dim
the shadow living inside my mind
whose darkness overthrows all I do
drowns my pleasure in endless night
no sins of the flesh and gloried closeness
could still my desire for intimacy
to just be held, finally feel wanted
and like I mean the world to somebody
© Tara India.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
How do eyes
hide lies
How do eyes
paint the disguise
You wear so seamlessly
You whisper words of
forever so dreamlessly
But naive
I
will
buy
it all
and fall
and fall
Deeper into this
picture perfect wonderland
I will have this
fairytale overrated brand
Of what it is to be
in heart racing
Butterfly inducing
Stu-stuh-stutterr causing lo-luh-lust
Because everyone knows
that wide eyed girl
Lost
in
her curiosity
Who wandered astray
and came upon
your animosity.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
My whole life
I lived amidst chaos,
emotional roller coasters,
and confusion.
I lived in silent grudges,
violent outbursts,
and self mutilation.
I lived in motion,
never calm,
always packing.
I lived in two homes
each broken
always conflicted and lonely.
I pleaded with my sanity,
begged for release,
and drank for a moments ease.
I submitted to labels...
like victim...
unfortunate...
suicidal...
I fought nightmares,
hatred,
and sick obsession.
But now....
I'm older now...
I live with a yapping dog
and two annoying cats.
I have chores
that don't seem so daunting
and bills I am almost elated to pay
I sit in silence now,
stretching for yoga
and meditating.
I find my greatest stresses
are finally things like
finals week
and cold tea.
I could cry daily,
in silent testimony,
and sometimes violently,
FOR JOY,
not darkness.
I can breathe easily
and sleep dreamlessly.
I have never been so happy.
I have never been so at peace.
I have never been so able
just to be.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
and
hypnotically
the
Broken Dawn
enters our Dominion
and shatters all Faith
shattered men
walk Broken Streets
and
dreamlessly and hopelessly
continue............
as
the game
being played
repeats and repeats.........
the Killing Images
and Death
...............................continue
in its wake
hypnotically
WE
...............continue
breaking
.............or shattering
hoplessly
on
....................Dreamless Streets
Killing and Dying
needlessly
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
the sleek
cool marble
chills run
down
the stone
delineations
and curvatures
of fine hands
and legs
white and pure
her eyes
blue
a fountain of youth
i wish i could bathe in it
forever
her blank gaze
from vacant
rolling ball
sockets
falls dreamlessly
into the oblivion
tinkles of music
hum and drone
noiselessly
like spoons
clattering to
the unforgiving ground
her cold heart
exposed
as she reclines,
back arched
ever so slightly
she is without
her soul and mind
the marble
her master
keeps her confined-
her own timeless paradigm
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
got locked out today
came home from the grocery store
and couldn’t get in
wandered around
knocking on a couple of doors
looking for help
no one answered
never realized before
that a house without people in it
can be cold as stone
an older couple down the street
let me in and called a locksmith
such gracious, neighborly neighbors
as I sat waiting on my peeling painted porch
on a cool cloudy day
memories burrowed up like a mole
about how I wandered dreamlessly when young
just wanting to survive
thoughts of future shot down
by relative poverty and low self esteem
perhaps it was just delusion
once thinking that I could be anything
I wanted to be
we memorize the ***** and chains
we place on ourselves
like once tethered elephants
never straying from our post
it took a long time to come into me
it took a long time to come to like myself
it took a long time to come to love myself
but at times I still doubted
feeling the pull of my elephant’s chain
the tug of my tether
while wasting away where I stood
finally got myself together
and made plans
it tickles me to think
how I made God laugh
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Lost in ghastly shadows
Of the pain and suffering
Released from my past
I am shunned, an outcast,
Of the society I once loved
Here I lay in my grave
Sleeping in a dreamless sleep
Here I am here I stay
Dreamlessly ‘til I creep
Out into the night
To prey upon the weak
The young, the beautiful...
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I am a shell of a girl
Lost in the world
Living through books
Breathing through stories
Thriving through the immortal characters residing in the pages
Losing myself in the poetic melody of pages flipping
Plunging into the abyss of imagination and wonder,
Where I make witty, thoughtful comments,
And have an aura of assurance around me
Assurance of what, I’m not sure
Wishing for adventures I can’t afford
I am a shell of a girl
Lost in the words
Of people come before her
Breathlessly falling
Dreamlessly sleeping
I am a shell of a girl.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
While you lay asleep and dreaming,
I sit, conscious,
writing and thinking and
dreaming.
When you awake to work as the sun rises,
I lay in bed
asleep,
but not dreaming.
When you work
and complete all your given tasks with relative ease,
I dreamlessly rest.
This, so that we may dream at the same time
about similar things
and I can trap our dreams in print
always together,
harmoniously
like us.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
there is a girl lying dreamessly on my chest
her name is every name in history
the forgotten ones especially
her skin is an alloy of time and
meaninglessness
the rest is a dream, the real is somewhere
between two infinite zeros
she sighs out of boredom beneath a sky
of countless stars pretending
they're not already dead
everything came into existence thanks to one sublime
mistake, she says, affectlessly
our connection, our laughter, our fears, our
love, all the ******** without end
and it's been mistakes ever since, less and less
sublime, more and more
disappointing
there is a girl lying dreamlessly on my chest
her eyes are populated with divine absences and
machines that disassemble
the beautiful
her hair is the colour of leaves in autumn bloom
and flows into the sea
of unknowable catastrophe
she laughs like an angel of the end times at
the monuments i made her
out of humanity's greatest ideas
they will not survive the present, she tells me
with gleeful abandon
the more you know about something, the less
real it is, she assures me
and i am inclined to believe her, as our bodies blend
as we remember
that we are
nothing more than functions
of heat
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
The graves we pass are nameless
Weather worn and old
The mausoleums slumber
Dreamlessly to hold
The bones of those before us
Whomever they may be
Beneath the wonderous moon
And weeping willow tree
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC