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Dream and nightmare
Waking Nightmare
Sleeping peacefully
Napping
Needing to re-energize
Happy I could take this time
When suddenly
Half asleep
I think
This pressure on top
Presses down upon me
On my very being
Whispering
Indistinct whispers
And deep growls
An Incubus perhaps???
Moaning in my ear
I hear
Panick arising
Not understanding
Frozen in fear
Until finally...
I wake fully...
Was it just a dream??
Or just a waking nightmare?
Napping
Needing to re-energize
Happy I could take this time
When suddenly
Half asleep
I think
This pressure on top
Presses down upon me
On my very being
Whispering
Indistinct whispers
And deep growls
An Incubus perhaps???
Moaning in my ear
I hear
Panick arising
Not understanding
Frozen in fear
Until finally...
I wake fully...
Was it just a dream??
Or just a waking nightmare?
Written by KrystalG
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MISS PARALYZER
The sun sunk in the western sky
The night rose from the Eastern sky
Boots are hung behind the screen
But I in fear, prepared to scream
She was Black, shadowy and fuzzy
Her face usual but dark and hazy
She squatted still on my mid chest
And my breath left all my chest
I was dead and awake sensing all
Hard I screamed to awaken all
Heared by none I wanted wake
Thus I tried till my strength slaked
Her pairs of claws held my throat
As my spirit above the bed floated
She comes when the night comes
The night comes soon, soon evil comes
The night rose from the Eastern sky
Boots are hung behind the screen
But I in fear, prepared to scream
She was Black, shadowy and fuzzy
Her face usual but dark and hazy
She squatted still on my mid chest
And my breath left all my chest
I was dead and awake sensing all
Hard I screamed to awaken all
Heared by none I wanted wake
Thus I tried till my strength slaked
Her pairs of claws held my throat
As my spirit above the bed floated
She comes when the night comes
The night comes soon, soon evil comes
Written by Gentle
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Sleepwalker
I dreamed you were
touching me in a dream
and it became an obsession.
I dreamed our kiss,
on the skin,
deeply tattooed...
It was a dragon,
a mermaid or an arrow
through a heart.
I dreamed of you breathing
in my ears.
Needle of my metronome.
I became a slave to your rythm.
A weak drumming after a storm.
I dreamed of white horses
riding in the dark on us
your eyes on dawn fire
horses' wings on flames...
Your mouth so hungry!
I dreamed that you vibrated
in me like a possession.
I dreamed that your body
arched under mine.
Fixation!
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Awakening Most Rare
or
Munch On It, Descartes
"One word is worth a thousand pictures --
at least as a start."
-- the far too rare science of poetry analysis,
a screaming matter
*
I dreamt that life on Earth was but a dream
awakening in sweat to yet the Scream.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the wide-awake Pain of Reality
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the countless dreamers who sleep on waking
may, 2023 -- yet time for the analysts'
power nap
Munch On It, Descartes
"One word is worth a thousand pictures --
at least as a start."
-- the far too rare science of poetry analysis,
a screaming matter
*
I dreamt that life on Earth was but a dream
awakening in sweat to yet the Scream.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the wide-awake Pain of Reality
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the countless dreamers who sleep on waking
may, 2023 -- yet time for the analysts'
power nap
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Gnarled roots
In the night, as I lay in bed,
Both sweet dreams and nightmares tread,
One brings comfort, the other dread,
A swirling vortex in my head.
I dream of a world without despair,
One with love and justice everywhere,
Where all are equal, without a care,
And kindness flows like gentle air.
But nightmares come, with gnarled roots,
Twisted tendrils, like toxic shoots,
The darkness spreading, taking fruits,
Our society, collapsing, with no reboots.
I see division, hate, and fear,
Injustice reigning, far and near,
The future bleak, the end unclear,
The world we once knew, no longer here.
Yet still, I dream and hope and pray,
For a brighter future, a better way,
To root out the darkness and decay,
And build a world where love holds sway.
So let us keep dreaming, dear friend,
For in our dreams, new beginnings extend,
May they take root, grow and mend,
A new society, where love will ascend.
Written by Whitefeather
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Puzzled (22)
Should he turn left?
No that was the direction of the Devil
Ah, but was wwhere all these scantily clad beauties were
Such as he only saw and enjoyed in his dreams
Ah, but this dream allowed him and for a moment he dared enjoy
Though his conscience and his rigid upbringing would not let him enjoy the flesh
Should he turn right?
Not really, that was the way to Nice and Totally Boring
Straight ahead, then, to the Unknown
But then he ended at a roundabout
Ended up going round and round
Daring to enjoy fleeting moments, fleeting images
Started having headaches and visions
And endless debates in his head
Left, NO, Right, NO: that would be worse
Then his heart skipped a beat
Ended up in a brick wall
And days later woke up
From a wonderfully troubling sleep
In the loony bin.
No that was the direction of the Devil
Ah, but was wwhere all these scantily clad beauties were
Such as he only saw and enjoyed in his dreams
Ah, but this dream allowed him and for a moment he dared enjoy
Though his conscience and his rigid upbringing would not let him enjoy the flesh
Should he turn right?
Not really, that was the way to Nice and Totally Boring
Straight ahead, then, to the Unknown
But then he ended at a roundabout
Ended up going round and round
Daring to enjoy fleeting moments, fleeting images
Started having headaches and visions
And endless debates in his head
Left, NO, Right, NO: that would be worse
Then his heart skipped a beat
Ended up in a brick wall
And days later woke up
From a wonderfully troubling sleep
In the loony bin.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Thief of Dreams
- Thief of Dreams -
The little girl, was falling asleep by the window,
In her dark bedroom with red curtains hanging…
And that beautiful child, a daughter of a widow,
Was awakened by the sound of a loud banging.
Tapping, rapping: like bones upon a tomb wall!
Something dark and black was outside the pane.
It was late autumn, and as the dead leaves fall…
The dead were stirring from their dreary domain.
Some shrouded face, features hidden in tatters…
Was staring at the little girl, with blood red eyes.
Misty breath, and large wings of black feathers,
Such were things the demon could not disguise!
“Open the window little girl, I am the sandman!”
Thus spoke a raspy voice from outside the glass.
“If you are he, then why do you bring no sand?”
Replied the little girl, who was no foolish a lass.
Suddenly, a skeletal arm broke through, loudly,
Spilling sand all over the bedroom’s soft floor…
The little girl screamed at a sight beyond ghastly.
After that night, she would scream never more!
Claws reached out to her, cold as an icy doom,
And she was dead before they found their mark.
Misty breath filled the air, darkening the gloom…
As the sandman began his most gruesome work!
When the child’s mother came to see what was…
Transpiring in the room where her daughter slept,
She found neither her child nor the noise’s cause.
But in that dark room, something horrible crept!
Sand covered the floor amidst sharp glass shards.
Blood was amongst the sand, blood most fresh…
Then a shadow fell, a beast speaking not words.
For on this night, the dead hungered for hot flesh!
What the mother beheld, drove her into insanity…
In the final moments before her breath was taken.
She could not fight her slayer, however forcibly…
For at that demon’s touch, all defiance is shaken.
Alas the widow and her daughter: now departed!
For the sandman came to steal all their dreams…
Bringing them sleep that is endless and uncharted.
For such is death amidst truly terrified screams…
Neither blood nor corpses remained come dawn,
But three shadows now haunted the night’s dark.
And unto slumbering souls, they are still drawn…
On certain autumn nights: both dreary, and stark!
Three shadows stalk and search for easiest prey,
To add more shadows to the army of the twilight.
So into dark rooms, be mindful should you stray!
There are night terrors that lurk beyond our sight.
The little girl, was falling asleep by the window,
In her dark bedroom with red curtains hanging…
And that beautiful child, a daughter of a widow,
Was awakened by the sound of a loud banging.
Tapping, rapping: like bones upon a tomb wall!
Something dark and black was outside the pane.
It was late autumn, and as the dead leaves fall…
The dead were stirring from their dreary domain.
Some shrouded face, features hidden in tatters…
Was staring at the little girl, with blood red eyes.
Misty breath, and large wings of black feathers,
Such were things the demon could not disguise!
“Open the window little girl, I am the sandman!”
Thus spoke a raspy voice from outside the glass.
“If you are he, then why do you bring no sand?”
Replied the little girl, who was no foolish a lass.
Suddenly, a skeletal arm broke through, loudly,
Spilling sand all over the bedroom’s soft floor…
The little girl screamed at a sight beyond ghastly.
After that night, she would scream never more!
Claws reached out to her, cold as an icy doom,
And she was dead before they found their mark.
Misty breath filled the air, darkening the gloom…
As the sandman began his most gruesome work!
When the child’s mother came to see what was…
Transpiring in the room where her daughter slept,
She found neither her child nor the noise’s cause.
But in that dark room, something horrible crept!
Sand covered the floor amidst sharp glass shards.
Blood was amongst the sand, blood most fresh…
Then a shadow fell, a beast speaking not words.
For on this night, the dead hungered for hot flesh!
What the mother beheld, drove her into insanity…
In the final moments before her breath was taken.
She could not fight her slayer, however forcibly…
For at that demon’s touch, all defiance is shaken.
Alas the widow and her daughter: now departed!
For the sandman came to steal all their dreams…
Bringing them sleep that is endless and uncharted.
For such is death amidst truly terrified screams…
Neither blood nor corpses remained come dawn,
But three shadows now haunted the night’s dark.
And unto slumbering souls, they are still drawn…
On certain autumn nights: both dreary, and stark!
Three shadows stalk and search for easiest prey,
To add more shadows to the army of the twilight.
So into dark rooms, be mindful should you stray!
There are night terrors that lurk beyond our sight.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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Neverland
Whisk me away to lalaland,
Where I shall awake in my neverland
Where dreams are reality and reality was just a dream
That was pulling at the seams
Where time moves slowly and the clock rewinds, back to a life that was only real in my mind
Of countless days full of joy...filled with love...that somehow skipped me when I was just a boy
Here life still has mystery and wonder, but there everything makes you wonder
How this place could exist or how did things end up like this
So I’ll stay forever in my slumber
So I don’t have to ponder
On a life that was never
And just dream forever
Where I shall awake in my neverland
Where dreams are reality and reality was just a dream
That was pulling at the seams
Where time moves slowly and the clock rewinds, back to a life that was only real in my mind
Of countless days full of joy...filled with love...that somehow skipped me when I was just a boy
Here life still has mystery and wonder, but there everything makes you wonder
How this place could exist or how did things end up like this
So I’ll stay forever in my slumber
So I don’t have to ponder
On a life that was never
And just dream forever
Written by ManorMyth
(Man_Or_Myth)
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Whispers in the Dark
I stilled my mind and drifted into another realm
When I awoke, I was greeted by flowers and elm
The lady bird sang a wonderful tune
On the water rang a lovely loon
I strolled through the wooded glade
Suddenly, not a sound was made
The sun began to set, and my heart was starting to fret
A sinking feeling told me I had been drawn into a devilish debt
Darkness encompassed me
Whispers hissed, as mist came to my knee
Dreadful requests did they ask
Each more horrid than a blood filled cask
Now I speak with a permanent stutter
So careful, what they asked I will never utter
The wretched words I shan't ever mutter
When I awoke, I was greeted by flowers and elm
The lady bird sang a wonderful tune
On the water rang a lovely loon
I strolled through the wooded glade
Suddenly, not a sound was made
The sun began to set, and my heart was starting to fret
A sinking feeling told me I had been drawn into a devilish debt
Darkness encompassed me
Whispers hissed, as mist came to my knee
Dreadful requests did they ask
Each more horrid than a blood filled cask
Now I speak with a permanent stutter
So careful, what they asked I will never utter
The wretched words I shan't ever mutter
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Morpheus Reveals: Magnum Opus
i became
a field of soft fern
an evening meadow
a transmuted soul
consumed
by white mushrooms
and long blades of grass
planting their roots
in my veins
i’m afraid of
what they’ll do to me
so i rip them all out
but the fungi remains
too deep to
uproot
now an IV tube
its spores spotting
my left forearm
over scars burning red
where skin once bled
what does it want
from body and flesh?
does it not
want me dead?
compelled
to accept that
it’s a part of me
now we are one
as i scratch
at the surface
i ponder at
the purpose
of this dream
✨ 💫 ✨
Written by nightbirdblue
(enbyblue)
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Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover
I caress her cheek
As my knees start to tremble
They begin to feel weak
Pull down pants, reveal thimble
She laughs at its size
Tears fill up my eyes
But not in embarrassment
In amusement of her clueless demise
I feed off her taunts
They help my tic tac grow
It begins to swell
To the length of big toe
Her laughing subsides
As it reaches mid-thighs
I begin to grin
As it reaches my shin
How did she not know
Had she not heard from other hoes
That mighty meat reaches capacity
When it brushes my toes
She is now officially dumbfounded
Before, expecting a thumb poundin
I insert into her cavity
She now gets the full gravity
Of the cum trap upon which she has fallen
She leaves my room eleven seconds later
Not walkin, but crawlin
As my knees start to tremble
They begin to feel weak
Pull down pants, reveal thimble
She laughs at its size
Tears fill up my eyes
But not in embarrassment
In amusement of her clueless demise
I feed off her taunts
They help my tic tac grow
It begins to swell
To the length of big toe
Her laughing subsides
As it reaches mid-thighs
I begin to grin
As it reaches my shin
How did she not know
Had she not heard from other hoes
That mighty meat reaches capacity
When it brushes my toes
She is now officially dumbfounded
Before, expecting a thumb poundin
I insert into her cavity
She now gets the full gravity
Of the cum trap upon which she has fallen
She leaves my room eleven seconds later
Not walkin, but crawlin
Written by Girthquake
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Maime
The hardest
stories come
from empty
homes
finding a
throat forced
into swallowing
black stars
in cesspools
we claim to
be oceans,
hitting bottoms
of empty glasses
as strange places
turn into lullabies
we cannot sing
hoping
black stars
greet you
in collision
to guide
you back
home.
Written by neves
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