Long Sleep paralysis Poems
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Assaulting me! The darkness comes to be
in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
in sleep paralysis I cannot flee -
insanity bleeding through ruined rind.
I’m humbled now and at your merciless
whims and words afflicting by your whipping
cruelty I’d endured and what of this -
stranglehold of fear that is so gripping.
The trauma it inflicts does overwhelm
in present as it did in madness past,
as Hypnos slips me blackened nightmare’s realm
my sanity becomes a lone outcast.
Stalking specter and there’s no protections,
I’m the victim with my mind in confines,
house of mirrors broken your reflections;
antagonistic mania still shines.
My life with you; you’re still inside my head,
though self-destruction chose as your fare-well.
Subconsciously you infiltrate with dread
as incubus revenge becomes my Hell.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
*Hypnos: the ancient Greek god of sleep*
Dreams come clearly as I lie in my bed,
thinking of the creatures alive below me.
I cautiously draw up the comforter edge.
Beneath the mattress,
beneath the sheets,
beneath the platform,
I see them and withdraw quickly.
They are there!
The demons,
the Daimos,
the creatures that scream in my nightmares.
Two of them, living in the dark, dankness under me.
I feel them watching, always watching.
In daylight I gather my courage and chase them,
but they are too quick and simply scurry away into the shadows.
At night they chase me, climbing beneath the covers on my bed,
gently tickling my legs and sniffing my fingers,
just to remind me that they are always there,
always watching, always ready to pounce,
leaving fluffs of demon mane entangling me as I sleep.
If I sleep.
Sleep comes more scarcely each agonizing night.
In my night terrors I open my eyes and see them upon my chest,
their eyes staring
their ears listening,
their long teeth gnashing,
as I feel their warm breath,
slowly, exhaling in my face, teasing me.
They know there is nothing I can do.
My limbs ridged in sleep paralysis,
they taunt me.
My only desire is to rid myself of their presence
and the fear.
Beings of the night, hiding from the sun,
silent and ominous in their ubiety.
I look again and there they remain,
moving with each wisp of breeze.
The horrid sight I see.
The mesmerizing dance of my abhorrent dust bunnies.
09/04/2024
I didn't fill out any paperwork.
There was no memo, no consent form.
Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused
to acknowledge anything above my collarbone.
After that, people entered me carrying grief
in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons
for floors that didn't exist.
A man from 4D requested the roof,
as if it were still an option.
On Thursday, a child in a yellow parka
whispered a song
I recognized from my sleep paralysis years.
It all arrived sticky and wrong
though I tried to hum along,
my cables winced.
By Sunday I was hosting more
than traffic. Something moved
inside the machinery, something
older than ballast or balance,
and it wouldn't stop licking the grease
from its own teeth.
It told me to smile more.
I jammed the doors.
hummingbird—
someone's mouth
in my throat
01.12.2019
I’m scared to sleep
Tonight scared of what I feel
When I fall asleep
I’m scared of this thing which I can’t tell if it’s real
Or not but when it’s around
I feel as if Mount Kilimanjaro is on my chest
I can’t scream I can’t move I’m like a mouse bound
In a lab I thought the reason to sleep is rest
But as for me
I’m compromised
Every time I see
This creature I’m paralyzed
Head to toes and the more I try to move
The more it tightens
Its grip I keep asking myself is it the roof
The door or the window it uses to creep in and frightens
Me to death I’ve tried to look hard into the dark
Thinking I’d see its face but all I see is nothing
While this happens Ginger doesn’t even bark
Nor come into the bedroom to rescue me from something
The whole experience takes less than a minute
But it feels like forever
The only part that moves are my eyes which I can’t forget
How rapidly they move up and down asking myself when will it be over
I’m scared to sleep tonight scared of sleep paralysis
Scared of what it possesses
Last night I dreamed I was being sexually assaulted. It was happening behind a big store sign set up on a sidewalk. The guy at first was just talking in a wheedling way about having to take care of a child and wanting my advice. I said I had none but he insisted on telling me all his boring ****.
I tried to leave from behind the sign but he grabbed my shoulders and was tossing me on the ground while grinding his face into my neck. I tried to yell but couldn't; tried to fight back but was paralyzed. Suddenly the natural sleep-paralysis broke and I threw myself forward, landing hard beside the bed, twisting a leg muscle pretty badly. I think it may be the first time I ever fell out of bed.
I rouse from my nocturnal torment, with a hazy amnesia of the terror that just filled my head.
With stalwart conviction
d I purposefully open my eyes to view my surroundings—
Yet the room seems wrong,
a shadowy figure peripherally mocks me.
I make a futile effort to turn my head and look at my foe.
Invisible iron shackles make me a prisoner to my own bed.
The air thickens, syrup-slow, pressing lungs that forget how to rise.
My tongue lies dead behind clenched teeth; no scream can climb the throat’s sealed well.
It draws nearer—
not footsteps, but a thickening of darkness,
a subtraction of light where light should not be taken.
No face, only the suggestion of one:
two hollows where eyes should burn,
a mouth that is only absence smiling.
It sits at the mattress edge,
weight without mass,
and the springs do not groan.
I feel the cold seep in—
not from window drafts,
but from the place where its hand almost touches my chest,
hovering, deciding.
Heart hammers against ribs like a trapped bird,
each beat loud enough to wake the house,
yet silent to the world beyond my skull.
Time stretches thin,
seconds become centuries pinned beneath its gaze.
I count them in pulse, in panic,
in the slow drip of sweat that cannot fall.
Somewhere distant, a streetlamp flickers—
proof the ordinary night continues.
Cars pass. A dog barks twice.
Life moves on without me.
And still it watches,
patient as stone,
as if my fear is a wine it has waited lifetimes to taste.
Then—
a tremor, faint as a moth’s wing.
The iron softens.
Fingers twitch once,
a small rebellion.
The shadow tilts its head,
curious, almost disappointed.
It begins to thin,
edges fraying into smoke,
receding like ink pulled back into the pen.
I drag one breath—
shallow, ragged, miraculous.
The room rights itself.
The lamp glows ordinary amber.
The figure is gone,
leaving only the memory of weight,
the afterimage of absence.
I lie still a long minute,
afraid to believe I am free,
afraid the next blink will summon it back.
Outside, dawn is considering the horizon.
I turn my head—
at last—
and the room answers with nothing
but silence,
and the slow, grateful rise of my chest.
Political Propaganda the scycle isn't stronger than the hammer
Putin I can't stand you Obama is just a robot
Abbott not only is he happy he stands out a political flu
An epidemic I hitting u with the finest military intelligence
Pre final analysis baby I bleed blue but I'm red I'm true simper fidelis
And as we make progress the Army prospers my baby's safe inside my heart now
The way the anchor hits you it's sorrow
It's the dregs of my cup I drink to the bottom
It's being betrayed it's done it's the tide it's the siesemetic waves
It's sleep paralysis and I keep sea lions in palaces where victory is sweet
Like her society is prefered like her talents are
I'm channeling the SEA but I'm not challenging you
Superior Espeniage Agency secret surveillances
I paint it SEAL green the evil I counter it all till either
I'm dead or giving hand signs to SEAL Teams and SEA Lions
At 3:00am I found myself outside,
Mind was awake but flesh was in deep deep sleep,
A sense of ghostly presence-I couldn't see.
A heavy shadow weighed upon my chest,
All breaths and thought turned into a dreadful rest.
I felt cold, dumb and naive,
When someone close to me whispered my name.
A moment when couldn't even wail,
Couldn't speak and move even my eyelids refused to fall,
My shuddered bone marrow tried to move and hide,
But suddenly everything faded like an ephemeral cloud,
No one was there no suffocation no more fretful crowd.
I couldn't recognize was it a dream or real,
Like A lost page of a mysterious book that's never clear.
Somewhere curiosity sparked and knew what i lacked,
Intriguing isn't? Some call it's a biological( Rem paralysis)
And others a supernatural attack.
Emotions come and go like the weather
One day it rains, the next day comes snow.
Staring at her to get inspired.
Not knowing my time is expired.
Like a falling star, through the night.
This love got killed!
Wonders welded my passion, while pains get the prologue.
"Call on me", she mumbles, when I'm feeling lost or alone.
Even though her cold nature never changed.
If was set in stone, from just the voice of her tone.
Whispers echo through the room, but no one lets Casper in.
Promises were never broken, memories were never forsaken.
Sleep paralysis as if she wanted to meet me again.
Knowing myself, it was all in vain
Even when it was until death does us apart.
Carrion crow still played its role as if my time would be soon.
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?