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Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
Eyes Ablaze
This fury within…
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
#anger
#dark
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#surreal
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PAR
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 11:44am
18th Dec 2024 11:44am
empty night
That's how I did it to you
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
The Storm
The Storm”
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
#dark
#nightmares
#scary
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
Hear It Calling
Beneath the loam, where silence breeds
A shadow stirs in restless plight
I buried him, my crime unheeds
Yet feel his clawing in the night
His voice, a rasp through fetid air
A specter’s hymn, a curse untamed
It bids me down the stairs in despair
Yet no tongue speaks the damned unnamed
Scratch, scratch beneath the floor’s tight grain
The boards do shudder at his call
Each groan and creak becomes a chain
That binds my soul to rise and fall
The grave exhales its rancid breath
A miasma cold, my guilt laid bare ...
A shadow stirs in restless plight
I buried him, my crime unheeds
Yet feel his clawing in the night
His voice, a rasp through fetid air
A specter’s hymn, a curse untamed
It bids me down the stairs in despair
Yet no tongue speaks the damned unnamed
Scratch, scratch beneath the floor’s tight grain
The boards do shudder at his call
Each groan and creak becomes a chain
That binds my soul to rise and fall
The grave exhales its rancid breath
A miasma cold, my guilt laid bare ...
#death
#narrative
#night
#nightmares
#shadows
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PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Horses of the Night
In vast meadows
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#nightmares
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PAR
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
Quicksand
Two souls dance in grace and harmony
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
#dance
#dark
#dreams
#mirror
#nightmares
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PAR
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:31pm
5th Dec 2024 9:31pm
Deep in the galactic sounds
Behold unfinished dreams of a man
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
without hope.
Sleepless in the swim
of the sweet sweat pillow.
No vision of an own self,
deserted by his outer spiritual awakening.
Unknown pain on the left leg muscles.
Pins and needles across the brain that drains.
The yeast warming in a completely different
way from the original mind.
#dreams
#insomnia
#nightmares
#sleep
#spiritual
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