Friday, August 17, 2018

3 results for 'nightmares'

Nomadic nights

By JennyT, published on Sep 9, 2013

fingers splintering on bare wood the night, eyes closed ~ except through my third eye, the centre of my brows

early hours are silent, bar the tinkering ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep dreams will not be ReMembered when I wake yet still I wonder

violins draw close, like moths fluttering, movement; bow on strings music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep in slumber now

wings circle overhead escaping from the birds hush morning do not come to soon I am in the woods, a far off place morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb

spin… SPin hallucinating?... (more)

Tags: poetry, dreams, prose, nightmares, dragons, restless, insomnia, sleeplessness, violins, pianos

I May Never Sleep Again

By Gracey, published on Aug 17, 2010

I glanced at the table. Wine glasses; four of them. My purse, gloves, scarf. Nothing else. Sounds gradually seeped through the fog; restaurant sounds. The clinking of cutlery, the clattering of glassware; laughter, giggling, snickering; the droning sound of too many voices at once.A restaurant. I was in a restaurant. What restaurant or where, I don't know. And I was alone at the table.Around the table on the floor was a mess of tissue paper, wrapping paper, an empty box. What was in it? I moved (slowly) from the chair to pick it up; an inborn abhorrence for disorder, I suppose. As I stood my... (more)

Tags: dreams, usa, canada, military, nightmares, policy

Uncle, Uncle

By Gracey, published on Aug 16, 2010

She was four. Dark hair pulled up tight in pony-tails, and skin baked brown by the sun. As she stood staring out the old wooden door with it it's summer screen, her feet bare with their chubby toes curling in and out, she felt a whispering in her mind. The summer air was hot, the sun burning overhead. The buzzing of insects wove itself into a siren song, and she hesitantly pushed open the door. It squealed, the sound of iron hinges and old springs was familiar. Tightly clutched in her arms was a small white and gray bundle of fuzz. She didn't want to go out there. She was afraid, though she... (more)

Tags: dreams, memories, nightmares, snakes, tales

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