Loverofnightmare - Works Of Words

Tell me a story

Tell me a story, a story unheard

Where in whisper so silent

Only few can be lured

If we knew what they all meant

Our lust might be cured

For curiosity is the cats game

And satisfaction will purr

The greed for knowledge, a name,

Can be caught only by a word.

White Rabbit

When smothered in smoke,

We whisper white rabbit.

To settle our panic.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Will you be afraid?

When nightmares inhabit? 

When you recall joy,

But can't reach and grab it?

And everyone has it.

You can't understand it.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Patience burns too,

It wears out like fabric. 

Your senses subside,

they make way for static.

The flames will wreak havoc.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

And those you love most,

Will say you'll withstand it.

What good are their words?

When breathing grows rapid.

You’re lost and alone.

Ignored by the planet.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

It's bite might be rabid.

- Hayley Siemens

want to respond to every noise not under my control by growling

Do you like poems?

yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem

normalize platonic “flirting”!!!! i just wanna be able to compliment my friends and point out little things i like about them!! i want to make them smile and have playful banter and laugh together and see them smile!!!!!!!!!!

Concept: it's 1am and you are reading your favorite novel. The world around you is asleep, sounds of the day have quieted and you are alone with your books and coffee or tea.

Three words..

My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID

The possessive way you looked at me

My window screeching far to loud

That night you chose me from the crowd

Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew

The nightmare that you’d put me through

A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress

A knife, a rose, a fucking mess

Sudden pain and flashing lights

Monitors beeping, a fight for life

But there you were, beside the bed

Those three words.. that’s all you said

To save my life, I ran away

With three new words, be not afraid.

Past Midnight poetry- Just a bit

Sometimes I feel a bit crazy

And a bit hazy

Like I know what’s happening only a bit after it happens

My words aren’t really my own

My brain doesn’t feel like me

And maybe it’s a bit scary

A bit sickening

That I am not living

What I want is peace and I can’t have it yet

I wander a bit here

Ponder a bit about something that maybe doesn’t matter

It’s a bit out of context but maybe I’m not real

My words might be

But I am never really me

Sing of pain

For there’s nothing more to gain

It’s known

That we have all faced this alone

We despaired

Because we though no one cared

An out reached hand

But I can no longer stand

It’s now too late for me

Fools, one and all, flee

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.