"semiconscious" poems
The taxi is silent the driver's stopped trying
A crossing appears with no pedestrians crossing
Houses line the street with a warm yellow lighting
The night drizzle lightens, the pavements start frosting.
Shouldn't winter nights be spent comfortably
Rapped in familiarity?
Turn into the car park, the barrier is rising
Wretched is the destination, cold and disheartening
One day you'll return and your mindset will brighten
For now we will visit under the cold grey lighting.
Should I dare to peak inside?
The driver shrugs. I daren't decide.
The automatic doors squeak ominously open
No round of applause, no standing ovations
A pin could be heard, the canteen is broken
Seldom celebrated, there are few worse locations.
Should I lower my temperament
Become stoic and sensible?
The escalator moans while taking us further
The corridors smell stale, they echo a murmur
A slip-away comment in a labyrinth of tension
Hospital blue reflects in the eyes of the visitors.
Could I muster the strength to go inside?
I'm here, I've done it, all sadness must hide.
The nurse hands over the apron, i feel inhuman,
You lie propped on a cushion, restlessly muttering.
'It's a bad dream, it's okay' I'm nervously stuttering.
My stomach churns at the pain you're experiencing.
Should i dare to show my tears?
I needn't alarm onlookers and familiars.
Your bed-light flickers, the room dissapears
In the darkness we're calm, inhibitions are cleared
Such split-second clarity has calmed me for years.
I smile fearlessly pulling your hand gently nearer.
Should I dare to leave your side?
I'd blame myself, it would shatter my pride.
So here we sit for hours on end, semiconscious
Semi-talking, the volta on which all cruxces depend
Your dream-like graciousness cleanses and encompasses;
Myself and others, regale tales of your accomplishments.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Lying there in your arms on my bed
without a care in the world. Laying there
and pretending that maybe, for just one minute,
you were mine again and I was yours.
Our hands intertwined and sweet kisses
on the forehead let me know you still care. The way I
tickle your arm and nestle my head in your chest
drives you crazy. The way you wrap your arms around me
and pull me closer; the way you tickle my back makes me
melt while I'm lying in a dreamy,
semiconscious state with you.
What do you miss the most?
Oh god, everything. I miss a lot of things.
I miss the way you smiled at me like I was the only thing
that mattered in the whole wide world.
What do you miss the most?
I miss the connection we had that summer.
Me too. Me too.
If you could change one thing, do something
differently, what would it be?
I would fight like hell to see you more,
spend more time just like this.
How about you?
Hey, that wasn't in the rules.
Since when have I ever followed the rules?
I would kiss you more.
Do you remember our last kiss? I do.
I remember everything about it and it drives
me absolutely crazy.
It was hot outside, really hot, and I had to leave
but your car needed some work before you could
make it home. We said goodbye and I had turned away
to leave before spinning around for one last kiss.
God, that was incredible.
What happened to us?
And please, don't feed me any ********
We don't even have to say a word.
You lying here with me is enough.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 7:07 PM UTC
half-asleep I'm hearing
the soft and soothing flow
of water's musical soundtrack
in sleepy afterglow
nothing matters, nothing troubling
and that distant sound is nice
warm springs from hillside bubbling
through snow and thawing ice
blue morning came too early
into my chilly room
kiss the new day darling
from your cozy warm cocoon
and still this brook
is babbling, a semiconscious stream
waters from the highest mount
cascading into dream
still in semi darkness
wishing wake would go away
a pang of something, sadness
way too tired right now to pray
in my state, no words to utter
sensing he was ever near
wanted me to " simply listen, love
to living waters here"
moving water it's own music
crystal tones from babbling brook
if my ears could fish the woodlands
rushing rivers they would hook....
senses fully wakened wonder
what on earth that sound?
for you know there's neither mountain
nor a stream for miles around.
No resin fountains flowing
nor a pond with motored fall
only snow and none was going
far too cold to melt at all.
So I sat up rather quickly
could a pipe have rot and burst?
and my stomach feeling sickly
at the thought, and how my thirst
perhaps a water vandal
running down the bathroom aisle
best go check that faulty handle
it's been going for a while.
rising up, my ears were scoping
leaning head toward window sill
softly stepping toward the place
where it was playing for me still
And what would I discover
in the fir tree just out yonder
but a flock of bubbling blackbirds
in the branches and I ponder...
blackbird
babble in light of day
teach this broken heart to learn to sway
come what may
you became the water and my worries washed away....
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
I do not remember my dream from last night
or nights before
I do not even remember if ---
I have been dreaming
Since days and past, i have been sleeping late and waking early
cock-a-doodle-doo then
I try to remember unconscious or
semiconscious activities happening around when i was deep with sleep
...My memories do not agree for me
What happened to the dreams
of my childhood--- what was my childhood dream
or those dreams of achieving something-- something
I wanted to buy, something very bad
something I do not quite remember now
Where was the place I was destined for
My brain is losing its nerves
What was it I wanted to become!
Pinch me!
Pinch me--- Oh, reality!
I turn my pages of my private dream journal
Someone seemed to have robbed my letters off the pages
I panic and I slap myself
I panic and I bang my head
I panic and I scream out my lungs
I panic and I call for help
I panic and I ask
"Why are you all laughing at me?"
I panic for now they are declaring my mad
I panic trying to run around and hide
I look at the mirror to find no one inside
Why me? .............................!
Is it me who forgot my dreams?
oh me!
or my dreams who abandoned me?
****
Or were they just snatched away?
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
But good God, I'm restless!
I can't even sleep...
In day I have been terribly tired and haunted by a lassitude,
Lashed in place by listlessness,
And now that the stars have come,
And the moon has crossed overhead,
I couldn't sleep if I wanted to.
Angst! Malaise!
Like a ghoul,
Haunting me
The same as the lassitude which should have preempted it-
The sleepless night crawls up and down my arms
Like a lover's touch when you've already said,
"Dear, not tonight."
I love the night but
Sleep, come take me into your embrace.
Let me join the soft waves of the semiconscious sea
And dream--
I lie, eyes wide in the dark
Staring down a screen which soaks up my words like a sponge..
Full yet? I hope not, for I must dribble out more.
Dabbing paint in loud colors on a dark canvas×
• •• •• • ~
I lay in bed pretending.
My feet at the pillows,
My head at the foot;
Perhaps there are times this energy is welcome,
And I'd treat it as a gift,
And that's probably usual but
tonight--
Tonight it is ennui.
Tonight it is a disoccupation,
An unoccupation,
And it makes me squirm~~
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
I stumbled across a dream last night, or at least that’s what I believe it was
I seem to be having trouble deciphering whether it was a dream or possible an incomplete fantasy
Cause I seem to be awake, so I poked myself with a stick so I could feel the pain, I felt it so that must mean that I’m semiconscious
Or maybe reality is subconsciously catching up to me, so I jumped in shower to wash the Sin away, then my animalistic Desire came into play, whispering nothing to me but that naught language
As my thought started to Unravel, I hopped out the shower because as cold as the water was the my real intentions seem to add fuel to the fire, and as the Steam starts to fill up the room, this all had seem to Excite me, it was quite the Delicious Poison
Metaphorically speaking
Instantly I knew wrong was wrong, but wrong never felt so good, yes was yes and no wasn’t even in my vocabulary,
Temptation surrounded my system , but my logical thinking stood in Tact, as I put pen to paper an intriguing presences captivated my attention intensifying this situation,
So I inquisitively and roughly took the music out my ear to stop the Teactresses because I realized that temptation was sitting next to me the whole time
So you tell me is this something I should take lightly, because it seems hard as hell to carry.
Either way the thought of it is still hard to Admit.
-Passion_Unique
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Had nothing far ahead
Had nothing close by
Chasing a dream, I was framing my world
Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect
To me, I was a normal
Normal was every day too
On April 1, I got accepted
Thus started magic on me
Paranormal, euphoric
Who cares, how I was to the rest?
LHC started inside my head
Releasing God particles
New words,
New feelings started to run my veins
Intoxicated
Semiconscious
Was I.
Was it a black magic?
Sure, It was something new
A fuel for active brain.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC