"hypnophobia" poems - Hello Poetry

Every night I fight the feeling of sleep For when that beast begins to creep into my body I alarm myself with a continuous beep A siren. A shock. Caffeine. Anything to prevent a leap Inside the abyss of my mind I find many things askew there is nothing I can construe My dreams leave me shaking and begging for awakening each one mars my sanity as I writhe in agony You see every night for almost a year now I die in my dreams They are quite vivid deaths some I can even feel. I've been stabbed and beaten with knives and tire irons Shot dissected crushed and impaled by metal beams I've been skinned alive set on fire murdered several times eaten alive by spiders and beasts. Some of which too horrific to describe All I can do is fight in vain and be an unwilling audience to my own demise There is some kind of psychological aspect to this I have yet to understand I always end these hellish nightmares the same way screaming at myself to wake up and hopefully I do. I am haunted by something I do not understand I know this because I can feel knocking on my soul's foyer

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 9:32 AM UTC

timothy-brown

Hypnophobia

Every night I fight the feeling of sleep For when that beast begins to creep into my body I alarm myself with a continuous beep A siren. A shock. Caffeine. Anything to prevent a leap Inside the abyss of my mind I find many things askew there is nothing I can construe My dreams leave me shaking and begging for awakening each one mars my sanity as I writhe in agony You see every night for almost a year now I die in my dreams They are quite vivid deaths some I can even feel. I've been stabbed and beaten with knives and tire irons Shot dissected crushed and impaled by metal beams I've been skinned alive set on fire murdered several times eaten alive by spiders and beasts. Some of which too horrific to describe All I can do is fight in vain and be an unwilling audience to my own demise There is some kind of psychological aspect to this I have yet to understand I always end these hellish nightmares the same way screaming at myself to wake up and hopefully I do. I am haunted by something I do not understand I know this because I can feel knocking on my soul's foyer

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Hypnophobia A fear of sleep A fear of dreaming Much too deep Hypnophobia Close each eye Lie in darkness It hears your cry Hypnophobia Fall asleep Hypnophobia Dream so deep Hypnophobia Close those eyes Hypnophobia Will you arise?

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC

kimberlyrose

Sleepless Washington Night

Hypnophobia A fear of sleep A fear of dreaming Much too deep Hypnophobia Close each eye Lie in darkness It hears your cry Hypnophobia Fall asleep Hypnophobia Dream so deep Hypnophobia Close those eyes Hypnophobia Will you arise?

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*I am not afraid of the night; I am afraid of its obligations. That tight fist of knowing that I could not have been born this way. For every fear there is said to be a triggering effect, someone holding the gun saying, ‘this may be my fault, but it’s still your story.’ A fear of sleep is a fear of losing control. In my hometown, there was a boy up my street that knew every part of you is a mouth. Look at you, how open you are. How your body can only say ‘yes’ to me. Look how your fight forgot you. I can never land a punch in my dreams, never can rip my attacker apart, nail by nail and see how helpless that house was. I’m not a fair fight, I don’t know a lot of words, I don’t know how to say I slept with every man after you and woke up on fire. I don’t want to say everyone in my dreams is born out of you. I don’t know how to say you cannot have me. Not now. Not again. Don’t sleep by yourself. There must be some part of you that doesn’t trust the rest of you. Try to find someone who don’t want to gouge out her eyes just to make sense of the dark. This was never about finding a savior to share the bed with. I am not lonely. I am not the weak calling my sickness the tyranny. What I feel is what I can’t hold, what I would win the world for.*

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC

amdavis

Aziza hypnophobia

*I am not afraid of the night; I am afraid of its obligations. That tight fist of knowing that I could not have been born this way. For every fear there is said to be a triggering effect, someone holding the gun saying, ‘this may be my fault, but it’s still your story.’ A fear of sleep is a fear of losing control. In my hometown, there was a boy up my street that knew every part of you is a mouth. Look at you, how open you are. How your body can only say ‘yes’ to me. Look how your fight forgot you. I can never land a punch in my dreams, never can rip my attacker apart, nail by nail and see how helpless that house was. I’m not a fair fight, I don’t know a lot of words, I don’t know how to say I slept with every man after you and woke up on fire. I don’t want to say everyone in my dreams is born out of you. I don’t know how to say you cannot have me. Not now. Not again. Don’t sleep by yourself. There must be some part of you that doesn’t trust the rest of you. Try to find someone who don’t want to gouge out her eyes just to make sense of the dark. This was never about finding a savior to share the bed with. I am not lonely. I am not the weak calling my sickness the tyranny. What I feel is what I can’t hold, what I would win the world for.*

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It's only at nights when I start feeling lonely Only at nights when it gets overwhelming I miss those nights, so real, so true I miss those times it was just me and you I still cry to sleep almost every night I wish you were here to hold me right Sometimes in my dreams, I'd see you there Almost as though you're real, I swear When I dream of you, you seem so far Missing you has left me a big scar I called out your name but got no reply Still I shout, until my throat goes dry I don't hear your voice of comfort no more But I shut people out, closing that door I don't need them for you were all I need Yet, in reality, who do I kid? We used to dance under the moonlight We'd look up to the starry night A part of you will always have my heart You light up my world even in the dark I miss the times you'd hold me tight And kiss my forehead after every single fight I loved the way you made me happy And showed me things I never could see I miss those hugs and I really miss that smile I miss the way you drove me crazily wild Thinking of you used to help me get through Now thinking of you just makes me feel blue I lay awake at nights, wondering, what if? Because right now I'm falling off a cliff What if you were still alive and well? You'd be able to pull me out of this hell Memories of us now seemed like a nightmare I'd wake up and find myself gasping for air You're taunting me, you're making me feel weak Stuff my mouth in my pillow to muffle my shriek I hate feeling like this, hate what you did It's not your fault still I blame you for it I can't sleep because I'm afraid you'll appear And just when I reach out, you'll disappear There's this hollow feeling I feel now You're not here to keep me safe and sound Hypnophobia is the fear of sleeping For when I try, I feel like I'm choking

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Jul 22, 2014

Jul 22, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC

poetrywrecked

Hypnophobia

It's only at nights when I start feeling lonely Only at nights when it gets overwhelming I miss those nights, so real, so true I miss those times it was just me and you I still cry to sleep almost every night I wish you were here to hold me right Sometimes in my dreams, I'd see you there Almost as though you're real, I swear When I dream of you, you seem so far Missing you has left me a big scar I called out your name but got no reply Still I shout, until my throat goes dry I don't hear your voice of comfort no more But I shut people out, closing that door I don't need them for you were all I need Yet, in reality, who do I kid? We used to dance under the moonlight We'd look up to the starry night A part of you will always have my heart You light up my world even in the dark I miss the times you'd hold me tight And kiss my forehead after every single fight I loved the way you made me happy And showed me things I never could see I miss those hugs and I really miss that smile I miss the way you drove me crazily wild Thinking of you used to help me get through Now thinking of you just makes me feel blue I lay awake at nights, wondering, what if? Because right now I'm falling off a cliff What if you were still alive and well? You'd be able to pull me out of this hell Memories of us now seemed like a nightmare I'd wake up and find myself gasping for air You're taunting me, you're making me feel weak Stuff my mouth in my pillow to muffle my shriek I hate feeling like this, hate what you did It's not your fault still I blame you for it I can't sleep because I'm afraid you'll appear And just when I reach out, you'll disappear There's this hollow feeling I feel now You're not here to keep me safe and sound Hypnophobia is the fear of sleeping For when I try, I feel like I'm choking

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