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In my dream I wrote a poem like this
I can't recite it fully
But I wrote this in its essence
The one time I can find peace
Escape from the world
Yet my sadness
Leaks into my unsuspecting mind
My dreams aren’t dreams
Just glorified nightmares
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I used to find beauty in difference
But now I only see you
The same you
In everyone
In every labored breath
Of every man and woman
I see your lips,
Your comforting smile
Never felt like the rest
I used to appreciate
How everyone had their distinct features
Their own unique radiance
But the lights are getting dimmer
And yours only seems to glow brighter
I’m staring into the sun
I try to love someone else
But your always there
Shining in the peripheral
I used to be able to see growth in the change
But still, I sit everyday
Mourning your illusory loss
I used to be able to find meaning in the chaos
But now, it’s just chaos
Maybe someday
Someone will show me
The meaning
I've searched for
For so long
I used to understand
I didn't need to question
Why things happened to me
I used to
Srishti May 27
In a beautiful place, enclosed by walls,
Walls to protect mankind.
But protect it from whom? From giants, they say.
I'll slay them all and see the world beyond this day.

I ventured outside the walls to claim my right,
To face the giants and shine with all my might.
But when I saw the first giant, I was stunned,
It towered over me, my courage undone.

The giant's massive foot was about to crush me tight,
But thankfully, it was just a nightmare's fright.
I woke up safe, my heart still racing fast,
Grateful for the dream that didn't quite last.
How can someone think of a story like Attack on Titan, where a hero can be a villain? My brain is showing me this type of nightmare.
Elo May 26
feverish wholes, isometric wonders
oscillating and halving on asunder
a smillet of terror, a made-up fear
false like the pattern and words you hear
I like to make up words sometimes.
Zywa May 16
Out of my nightmare,

I wake up in the anxious --


dream that is the world.
Novel "Lighthousekeeping" (2004, Jeanette Winterson), chapter Tenant of the sun

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
KarmaPolice May 16
I stumbled upon it—
this ruin, veiled in ivy,
its ribs of stone strangled
by nature’s lace.

A withered door hangs
on one iron thread—
the last breath of smiths
dressed in oxide.

Fractured silence beckons
childish will to explore.
Danger wrapped in lichen,
blight decays the frame.

Dense fog dulls the raven’s
black wings—set the tone.
Moss-laden windows,
sinew stripped from bone.

To be continued....

By Darren Wall
It's incomplete, a work in progress.
ab ja na May 8
sisyphus wished someone stopped him. delicate hands that held hard or hardened hands that held softly. stopping him - but that’s nightmare to him. so he wakes when the night strips naked and pushes the rock up again. he then races down hoping this time he is trampled, that his eternal love ends him.

he doesn’t make it before the rock.
again.

maybe next time,
i go down under you
**** me head first
with all of yourself
i will die into you
Lyin’ on the bed,
dreamin’ of nightmares I’ve never met.
A glittering show of blood,
a scene that surely won’t be done.

Tick-Tackin’ is the clock,
I just don’t care about those eerie sounds beyond the lock,
whispers full of black,
like someone is trying to enchant a cat.

Earin’ knock-knocks on the door,
Death itself is down the hall,
it’s close enough to make me scared,
but far enough I barely care.

Sparkin’ is the future,
even if I already see some ugly failures.
I’m afraid, but I don’t hide,
so why should I even think that despair that’s no longer mine?
When you're too deaf to ear his steps
From the depth of my cage
I saw you pretending to be
Not my keeper
Releasing me, only to chase me
Into my own nightmare
Of charred souls
Standing helpless
As I watched the ash blow away
A real nightmare I had that a while ago that I cannot forget
….
….
The door drew fate.
A face amidst the darkness?
My anxiety inflates.


A passing day draws in darkness,
each day an eye sees me.
My senses urge, trying to decree;
For It finally began,
It now watches, it can now see.



I have fled my place,
But will it ever follow?
I closed the lights,
lifted them in darkness,
My feelings ever hollow.


I may be crazy,
But this is forever true.

It was never like this,
It was my fault.
I had defeated my own nightmare no less,
But my actions caused it to bless.
A cage in a basement I made,
It turned that to its charade.

Now I shall find something to confront,
It shall never leave my front.
An existence that shouldn’t exist.
I shall annihilate that, fist with fist.

An old shadow, with yellow flaming eyes.
I looked in past at time, I try,
Four preceding angelic numbers of time,
Guided times hand to defeat;
It was something, my greatest feat.
The nightmare that I caged.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥
𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

For I shall now figure this cursed time,
Else I will meet an inevitable demise.
My very own.
Elena Apr 2
Tell me this is not the end
I don't want things to end this way
My hands are numb
I am losing breath
Panic attack
Getts in my way
I am spiraling
My emotions all around
Somehow it feels like the end
But it is just another nightmare night
And tomorrow will be another shiny day
Until the night falls down again
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