Sleep in!! you tell yourself before heading to bed
You need it, You're crying every day
Not from sorrow or loss, from exhausted moves towards the dreams you desire
You wrestle your demons in your head to find a dark corner of your mind
Maybe peace exists somewhere in this mind of yourself, click off your phone
Roll over a few times, imagine how soft your pillow can get
Still struggling? Welcome to your restless love, my love
Don't welcome yourself to many times, you might end up here forever
I'm here to stay, I'll never leave because I have a thirst for your waking energy
Who am I? I'm you, can't you tell? (light turns off)
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Mason Darnielle
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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Restless ghosts a'haunting the dreams. Lie still, shut your body off, starting with the brain and work down to the toes. The Military swear by it.
This was so deep and relatable as well! Loved your poignant poem!