I entrust my pension
To a silver town.
I have retired.
"I am different from others.
I was a civil servant."
The moment I enter the silver tower,
That scent of a silk road.
I drift off to sleep for a moment.
Awakening,
A dining table is spread out
Before me.
Five years later,
As the money in my pension runs low,
The food gradually grows saltier.
They are waiting for my death.
"You have basked in the sun for too long.
Soon, the moon will be waiting for you!"
When my time comes to die
I desire neither heaven or hell
I seek to peacefully drift off
Slumbering in that eternal spell
Dreaming only the most pleasant dreams
No nightmares as my life seems to be
I don't want any type of judgement
Too many have laid theirs on me
I have gone on to more peaceful things
That's all I want my tombstone to read
No more worries and no more regrets
That eternal rest is all that I need
Many ponder the purpose of life
I question the reason for my birth
I've disappointed everyone I love
There's the proof my life has no worth
I've hated my parents for having me
And despised the fact that I was born
I've done nothing but disgrace my parents
Leaving them beyond tired and worn
If I could do it all over again
I would never have been born
Then I'd never see my mother cry
When I left her heart ripped and torn
At
night
fireflies
make a noise
and light up the sky
flickering their wings gossamer
pretty in the garden landing on the water pond
I drift off to sleep tranquil, relaxed, and stress free with no cares to dream a peaceful dream.
And in my dream I am transported to a magical forest where fireflies twinkle and glow, the
flashes of light make for a lovely dance.
In dreams I am wandering about trying to catch a firefly, but they are fast and busy with their
mating dance. I know that they do not live very long, only sixty-one days, sad, such beauty only
lives for a short time.
Rumple Stein returns with a
chilling watching about the
true price of a mission tooth.
Rumple Stein steps from the
dark corner of the room,
His crooked hands weaving a
tale of deep doom.
"Listen close, little child, as
you drift off to sleep,
There is a terrible price for
the secrets you keep."
He points a long finger at the
gap in your smile,
"The Tooth Fairy watches
your bed all the while."
"If you hide a lost tooth
underneath the white sheet,
You must leave a shiny silver
coin for her treat."
For she is no angel with soft
glowing halo wings,
But a pale, bony phantom
that silently clings.
If the coin isn't there when
she slips through the air,
She will twist all your thoughts
into frozen despair.
With sharp rusted pliers and a
cold, breathless hiss,
She will take every tooth for
the coin that you miss.
She will yank out the top and
rip out the bottom,
Leaving empty red guns
where you completely forgot
them.
Without any teeth, your soft
voice will just fade,
Trapped in the silence of the
bargain you made.
You will never speak words,
you will nevermore shout,
Once the cruel bone collector
had cleared your mouth out.
I close my eyes
pray for sleep,
Hoping to drift off
And perhaps meet,
My lady wandering through the mists,
Pulling it apart seeking my kiss.
Her breaths softly sighing upon the night air,
Whispering a love song only I can hear,
The touch of her skin a memory on these fingers,
Our love making like a dream im waking up from, her taste..it lingers.
I smile in my sleep knowing should i arise,
It's not a memory but my reality in those depthless eyes,
So I snuggle in to taste her skin,
And stay as long as I can,
With my love in the dreamiest of lands.
Talk to me ,God-
What do You see in me?
An instrument of faith,
Yet still bound to the flesh,
What do you expect of me?
Can you even hear me speak ?
I was forged in pain,
Held in the arms of stress
A soul that never rests-
I grew up unrest
What do You want me confess?
I stumbled in my grace
Watch my blessings drift off course-
still, You spared my soul
Why me...
Over them?
This-
Is between You and I
Surviving_Pawn
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I drift off to sleep, casting my nets into the dark,
where thoughts dart silver, quick and wild~
a phosphorescent bloom of sharks,
the glint of something half-defiled.
They rise like soup, these shapeless things,
half-snail, half-song, half-broken wheel,
with moth-wing sighs and piano strings
that hum the tunes I cannot feel.
The catch tonight? A tooth, a key,
a lost lover’s face dissolved to mist,
the weightless thrum of what might be
entwined tight with what does not exist.
I reel them in—my surreal prize~
all writhing light with fevered ink,
then wake to find them in my eyes,
still sinking, soft, and blurred at brink.
The sun eats away at the hills aloft.
My thoughts with ease drift off.
I allow to be carried to ventures and dreams a drift
Fangled places diamond oaks a rift
What would the world be like
if i would release these visions a might?
On a world of many limits
that punishes change's herd and those in it
Maybe i flatter myself to great
Maybe i should answer conformity's berate
Maybe i should see myself on a different plain
and believe myself to be insane
As the stars overtake the night sky
I drift off to a dreamlike slumber
Awakened not understanding why
Why my heart is beating in wonder
My eyes span the room, listening
Hearing nothing, I look for the cause
Looking dazed and not understanding
The truth is this defies natural laws
For what could posses my inner being
To the point now without any return
Is it an angel’s face I'm now seeing
Audible voice so sweetly to discern
The vision intense so indescribable
Circles around capturing my thoughts
It's beautiful and completely undeniable
And no this is not just afterthoughts
Slipping back now to dreamlike slumber
And regretting not sleeps interruption
I'm grateful you've captured my number
Visions of you, I welcome this disruption
The urge to join the dead of night.
A call of the abyss, illusions in the dark.
Voices, are they talking to me?
Can they hear me?
Inside my mind, something is rotten.
Something has gone bad.
The eyes, the window to the soul.
Time to shut that window.
Vocal cords slain by black scissors,
A dark mist ascends with each breath.
Heavy breathing, a poisonous odor.
The infection spreads.
It’s taken the limbs — and with them, the pain.
As I drift off into the void,
I am graced by silence.
After a long day,
I finally fall into bed to sleep-
The a/c is rattling,
the puppies and wife snuggle in
without a peep-
The ceiling fan slowly
goes round and round.
just whispering enough,
making that beautiful sound-
The sheets are cool,
I drift off to another land,
a place of comfort and safety,
that never gets out of hand-
Here unlike other worlds,
I seem to have complete control,
almost as if I was supernatural,
achieving all my unearthly goals-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midnight's inkwell spills across the city's throat~
I count constellations through smudged glass.
Not stars, but fractured lights:
the neon pulse of pharmacies,
an all-night laundromat's hypnotic spin,
the blue-white glare of screens
where others scroll, unknowing.
Forty-three windows hold my vigil tonight.
A silhouette moves past one—briefly—
and my breath catches like a hooked fish.
This hunger maps the grid:
Third Street to Elm, Elm to the river's bend
where headlights smear the rain.
Years fold into this ritual, thin as tracing paper.
Friends drift off, whispering unhealthy,
while I refine my atlas of absence.
No shrine but the mind's relentless projection:
shapes in fog, footsteps in empty halls,
the echo of a laugh that wasn't yours.
Magnificence lives in the ache's precision~
how absence carves its cathedral
deep behind the ribs.
I chart what vanishes.
I am the archive of almost.
*************************************
Insomania
Wakeful serves the friendless dark
Humming brain flaps its wings loud
Fatigued body longs to rest
I'm lain with my wearied soul
City rests, midst, symphony
Speechlessness screams in my chest
Longing to drift off to sleep
Last Train to Georgia
Wheels sing their final, slow tune
The great machine commences
Fade and rumble in the night
Lights obscure the platform now
Whistling a faraway song
Iron beast, turned: to a ghost
The last station has arrived
To Not Kill a Mockingbird
Gray flash flies from the high fence
A loud, insistent cascade
He steals from feathered neighbors
A tenacious performer
Mocked the world with its great song
Radiance sings a frank bird
Hear the joy of its wonder
The sleep demon
Comes by in the evening
When you should be dreaming
So why are you screaming?
You drift off to sleep
You start to feel weak
But then you can’t speak
Not even a squeak
A shadow appears
It wakes up your fears
It’s a fear that you recognize
It leaves your body paralyzed
No you can’t scream
you’re dead silent
You feel the weight
Of an invisible giant
It grabs you by the soul
Don’t let it take you whole
You’ve gotta fight it back
Before it fades to black
Because the sleep demon
Comes by in the evening
When you should be dreaming
So why are you screaming?
"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet
The day came in with a great start
but is going out with a broken part.
With a child's loving and young heart,
it must take a very painful dart.
today I lost my furry best friend,
in life guess some things have to end.
Her soft cream and tan colored fur,
would make me really want to purr.
The day we got her from the pound,
was all smiles and never a frown.
My little heart filled with smiles and love,
I knew she was from heaven above.
A saved rescue pet she would be,
wearing a halo for all to see.
Mommy made car riding so real,
it was always a big fun deal.
Night time we would drift off to sleep,
morning from the bed we would leap.
For a child death is always so cold,
our good times I will forever behold.
Now Angel is gone to heaven to wait,
rainbow bridge crossing has no date.
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