
Dreams are strange.
They can be horrible predators
Instinctual urges we cannot fulfill
Or sweet relief from things we cant have
I adore dreams, good or bad. If you've had strange, scary, happy or treasured dreams, go ahead and write it out. I wanna be nosey :P
They can be horrible predators
Instinctual urges we cannot fulfill
Or sweet relief from things we cant have
I adore dreams, good or bad. If you've had strange, scary, happy or treasured dreams, go ahead and write it out. I wanna be nosey :P
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empty space
echoes and echoes
empty space
the past comes alive and dies
the future shines and fades
dreams and nightmares
one and the same
switching places
gaining faces
order makes pace
And the Sleep rolls on
partial dreams
nightmares roar
the pounding of my heart clicks off the score
derivatives of functions filling reams
laws in disarray
chaos with order
God I can't wait to start the day
I awake refreshed
but slightly shaken
what happened last night
I turn, he's there
My heart stops
I turn, she's there
My mind stops too
I turn and look at you
The mind clicks back on
the heart resumes
a tear falls
I wake up
Alone
echoes and echoes
empty space
the past comes alive and dies
the future shines and fades
dreams and nightmares
one and the same
switching places
gaining faces
order makes pace
And the Sleep rolls on
partial dreams
nightmares roar
the pounding of my heart clicks off the score
derivatives of functions filling reams
laws in disarray
chaos with order
God I can't wait to start the day
I awake refreshed
but slightly shaken
what happened last night
I turn, he's there
My heart stops
I turn, she's there
My mind stops too
I turn and look at you
The mind clicks back on
the heart resumes
a tear falls
I wake up
Alone
ooo~ Stylish points for turning it into a poem ~
Is it being with "him" you fear?
Or the awakening when you find that you are alone?
For me, I hate being alone. When I got out of school I stopped seeing things, and it was so empty that Id panic.
So tell me, if you want to of course, what hurts more? The illusion or the reality?
The reality hurt me.
Is it being with "him" you fear?
Or the awakening when you find that you are alone?
For me, I hate being alone. When I got out of school I stopped seeing things, and it was so empty that Id panic.
So tell me, if you want to of course, what hurts more? The illusion or the reality?
The reality hurt me.
lol.
Whatever you value and hold idealistically is fine by me.
Ive never held a prejudice. I do however hold curiosity towards all other people. I like knowing how they tick.
That is not far off from my fear. I do not fear not waking up to someone but rather to not have someone to connect to and love.
I cannot begin to tell you how bad I freaked out when my ex disappeared for months.
Whatever you value and hold idealistically is fine by me.
Ive never held a prejudice. I do however hold curiosity towards all other people. I like knowing how they tick.
That is not far off from my fear. I do not fear not waking up to someone but rather to not have someone to connect to and love.
I cannot begin to tell you how bad I freaked out when my ex disappeared for months.
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