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Maybe two thirds of 750
wasn’t my best move.
Maybe a bottle while I waited
to move shouldn’t have been
consumed, but damn if
it didn’t feel good.

There it was, numbing the senses;
dying the extremities red,
coloring the skin.
The dead lips that kiss the inevitable.
Skin peals away from the
ignorance of a stain.

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This is pretty similar to the face in my dream last night

It has been a while but this is from last night (at 3 actually)

It’s 3am
And my mind refuses to shut down.
My body is yearning to be moved
With eyes barely closed in this nightmare.
Mouthing words that can never be heard
I’m begging to be lifted into existence.
Clawing at the very bane of emptiness
With tiny legs running over a diminishing vessel.
Moving nowhere and in taking nothing while
Vermin gnaw at my mind
clawing through my eyelids.
Pitch-less screams escape my lips
As rodents escape my being
I am given bristles instead of a hand
I wish for movement but I can’t be heard.
Immobility sets into the lungs as my mind pleads for an ending.
Begging for gray feet to stop running
For extended vertebrae to stop moving
To end the nocturnal flexibilities
I’m awaiting aid from the person near me
Begging as paralysis sets into me lips
For this bed to set me free

Here’s another incomplete “dream while I’m partially awake poem”. Its always fun to feel, hear, and see your dreams right?? Who needs REM sleep.

Dreams of being pinned to mattresses
Held down by forces who get stronger as you scream
Strong souls with no faces ripping at your being
Blank slates causing more damage
than you could ever imagine
Suffocating you
Covering your every attempt at being freed
Begging empty walls to save your life
And you’re alone
Awake in an empty bed
Screaming at your existence
Collapsing
You fall asleep to dream of lollipops and candy canes
Doing a dance in a fire pit
Gruesome faces taunting you
Burning faces smile widely
Grabbing at your flesh
Pulling at you
Tearing you into pieces
Throwing you into the flames and welding you back together
Removing you from the fire to do it all again
And you can’t escape
You try to run away
But you’re forced back
Thrown into a room that didnt contain so much heat but darkness
You grimace
At the stench of burning flesh behind
That is
Becoming masked by
Rotting bodies
You step forward
And you’re in purgatory
A greater hell than you could imagine and you can’t believe you found it
This new place of torture
And you are the master
You bask in the light quickly becoming proud
Quickly changing to fear
Quickly you’re running away
Trying to escape you’re being chased
Its every person or thing for themselves and you’re free game
Fresh meat and everyone wants a taste
You hide
Behind a person you mistook for a tree
Shivering you crouch
Slowly he turns
A small growl escapes his lips
Continuing to hide
You dont notice when he reaches for you
You can’t feel him until the branch like claws grab you
Digging into your back
You dont notice until blood oozes down your sides
You begin to choke on bile as he
Turns towards you slowly
tearing at small pieces of you so that the pain lasts longer

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You know that point when you feel like you’re stuck between being awake and asleep?? You lie in bed and you can’t seem to move even though you feel as if you are awake; however, you can still feel, see, and hear your dreams (namely the bad/odd ones). At that point you feel like you’re hallucinating or on a really bad acid trip.

When it’s over I usually like to write about because I feel that what you see can make an interesting poem.

This poem was taken directly from a dream I had during that awesome part of the night:

And she,
a kaleidoscope of black and white images, is in play before me.
Contorted,
the images shake.
She tilts her head
from side to side, watching me
moving quicker than my eyes could understand.
In a trance, I stand
and watch as her picture transforms

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Images of children
jumping on tables and swimming through shattered glass play before me.
One child smiles
a thousand smiles.
Its mouth stretches above its head,
engulfing the small being.
It is enveloped;
the muscles expand before me.
Flexing its huge grin,
it swallows the tiny life

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