Something about the NIGHT ….! Dreams, nightmares, sleep, anything to do with the night, Old or new, let’s see it ✨ Night Terrors It’s you I call to in my dreams, To pull me out from the fear I’ve seen. The ones that hold me in captured fright, When slow motion kicks in, And my screams are no more than wheezing murmurs, When my thoughts are running faster, But my motions slow to a crawl, Drawing out the torture of the moment, But this time you don’t hear my strangled call for help, Maybe my will isn’t strong enough to transcend, From this dream state this time, God help me if I have to see out this nightmare, I focus and force my broken earthy plight across the dream dimension, Desperate to reach the woken world, But still you don’t save me, The nightmare encroaches, The panic builds within me, I choke, There’s no sound from me, Which means you won’t know to wake me, The impending realisation hits me like final last words, My frightened whisper rasps and splutters, I hear an old line in my head - If you die in a dream then you die in real life... My panic turns to savage rage and I scream, I scream in defiance for I won’t be broken here, I scream in the face of all my fears, I scream so strong and loud, That I tear a rip in the fabric separating my dream and reality, It doesn’t slow my impending fate, It ebbs closer still and I feel the acrid warmth wash over my face, Just as I release my last defiant scream, You reach for me, Like an anchor reaching through the depths, Pulling me back, Shaking me awake from behind, Everything fades as you pull me out of my slumbered suicide, You heard me through the hole I made, I open my eyes to the safety of familiarity, Back in my bed, In the safety of my room, My eyes wide scanning for threats, I’m next to you, My night saviour, But then, As familiar reality surrounds me, I can still feel my dream, For a second, Just a moment, My fear has followed me into my reality, Through the tear I made to save myself, Both worlds momentarily co existing,

To our newest members of the group, Monica Victoria Nicholas Welcome to our community ✨

Use of language is a question often asked. The idea that poetry is better if it contains intelligent, articulated language over simple terms is a matter for the individual interpretation of the reader. Everyone likes what they like and you must be careful not to fall into the common trap of trying to “Please the masses”. My advice - Write how you write and it will find its audience. It’s great to develop your skills and learn new words and ways of writing , but never doubt yourself or your writing due to comparisons against others. Love and appreciate others work, but don’t doubt that others are doing the same to you because they are ✨

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Was it me who said it’s unreal; hard for me to feel, afraid to chill, because your mouth can’t conceal, you’re too quick to reveal the unreal? Just a thought I’m already caught up; too damn far into this denial fuck naive like a child, with my one tracked mind thinking, but I stare so hard to keep from blinking. My heart is sinking further honestly discovering I only want one lover The unfailing Love effectiveness brings such an unaccomplished bliss Would it be so stupid, to diss the touch, or hold, is it crazy of me to be bold, as to tell a lie just to get by? You’ve been my comfort , a friend in some ways healed this crazy heart of years of trauma tearing me apart! The unfailing you’re almost unreal.