Oh, nightmares,

Nightmares.

The horror that

Haunts me.

It’s fiction,

These stories aren’t

Real, but they

Feel all too real.

Nobody trusts me

In these wicked dreams.

They chose

Him over

Me.

Maybe, the

Bad thought

Cause these.

I know that I would choose

Him over

Me.

I should be upset,

I should be scared.

I am just empty,

All these things have

Drained me.

I can’t feel,

I am numb.

*...

I use sleep to escape,

The dreadful feeling of being alive,

But my head seems to mixtape,

The bad memories I’ve had to survive.

One night it’s bliss,

The other I wish I was dead.

However, It’s hard to miss,

This disgusting feeling in my head.

When I’m awake I feel the same,

I want to just forget,

But It’s really just a shame,

To be trapped in this mindset.

In REM I lay,

Wishing for the day,

Bu...

Sleep

Used to mean

Cuddling with loved ones

In a soft blanket

Clutching tight

To my gazillion animals

Laying by me

Sleep

Used to mean

Having the silliest dreams

And waking up giggling

Sleep

Used to give

Me energy

For a bright day ahead

Sleep

Used to be beautiful

Now

Sleep feels like

A burden

Because why do I

Have to sleep

When I could be up

Being productive?

Sleep

Feels pointless

When you ...

Sleep in nice. It’s peaceful. It’s angelic. It’s loving.

Death is not nice. It’s not peaceful. It’s not angelic. It’s not loving.

Death is welcoming. It’s a cold embrace. It’s an old friend that you never saw coming.

Sleep is not death. Death is not sleep. Neither are what you want them to be. Some nights, sleep is not nice. Some days, death is not welcoming.

Death is an old friend. Sleep ...

When my eyes flutter shut

and blackness rolls over my vision

I transcend

Innermost fears and desires

spring to life like a film

I never have enough control to edit the actions I make in my dreams, but I have a strong enough nudge to push them in a favorable position

Life and death alike spews out

The unconscious machine

I enjoy the forbidden lovers and the forced flying my body endures in my...

you see, sleeping is a tiring task,

but it’s all worth it

when i see you in my dreams.

your face

your eyes

your everything

it’s all i want to see

but why do i feel so unfulfilled?

maybe it’s the fact that

this would never be able to happen in reality....

I slowly drift off

Into a fantastic world.

Finally, escape....

Midnight is beauty

The stars shine to be spotlights

Cloudless and moonlit nights

are the most desirable of all

It’s quite, tranquil and serene

Comfortable, safe and pleasant

It’s dreamless tonight

Just the glass above revealing the glatic sky

A breeze like a fluttering butterfly

The slow crawling river sends only but a droplet by

You see no one, hear no one and can now be no one

The d...

In my dreams, I am a jet setter.

My homebody ways melt into stardust

And I radiate pearlescence, grinning from ear to ear—the set I got from my grandfather—

I’ve grown into them

And out of the baby Yoda references.

My fat sheds into moss,

My bones are golden and my flesh fertile soil harboring harvest secrets—

Organs dripping diamonds, sparkling like the dull glimmer of my eyes outshined by dayl...

weary and worn, disrobed and unready,

I succumb to pillows, my head quite heavy

with flickering thoughts of the day gone by

that give way to curious riddles of the mind.

at least, they may say this is how we process,

but I have a hunch that’s not all a dream is.

for in the night I know new dimensions await,

and I travel on threads of another me’s fate.

other nights, I’ve quantum leaps of...