My Mind’s Creation

Every night.
You. Me.
Be it stations or concerts
my mind is set free.
You put me through hell
give me nightmares and pain
but you’re just a creation
of my unconscious brain.

You have familiar faces
and familiar sounds,
with familiar smells
or familiar grounds.
You’re not quite the same
though you’ve tricked me before
I’ll wake up in a moment,
take control back once more.

~ Andrew
My 16th poem of NaPoWriMo. This one focused around my dreams, particularly the more immersive ones (that sometimes carry through into the first few moments after I’m awake – I can often lie down again, close my eyes and see what would have happened next

Dreaming: Breathe

Breathe,
it’ll be over soon,
sunrise beckons,
seconds from day break.

For sleep’s sake,
breathe,
happy endings
can only last so long,
the rhythm
of Spring song,
birds and the breeze.

that soft,
yellow gleam,
golden stream
in the window,
I’ll wake up
and wonder,
was it all just a dream?

~ Andrew
Not sure what to say, I like Inception and the dream/reality thing hits home with me, I’m sorry this isn’t my finest piece, I didn’t get the time I wanted to on it but I hope the message still comes through

Nightmare

Is it still a night-mare,
which plagues my days?
Infecting my imperfect mind
destroying me in ways,
that I could not imagine.
Ways my mind could not conceive,
a single thought, brought to the surface,
I’ve seen, and I believe.

My pounding heart,
alarm clock pulse,
that wakes me from my slumber,
the creaking floor,
The howling wind,
The air of hate and thunder.

I’ve woken many times to find,
I’m still inside my bed,
But deep within,
I understand,
I’m trapped inside my head.

The let downs that remind me,
of why I’m all alone,
the ones I turned my back to,
when my heart had turned to stone,
the eyes that haunt me,
taunt my dreams,
The tear soaked faces
running streams,
the scrambling sensation,
my body in the air,
the impact on the pavement,
but I’m empty, I don’t care.

~ Andrew
I’ve wanted to address fear for a long time in my poetry and I never feel I’m able to capture the fear I feel so this is as close as I can get. This might be a little dark but I’ve been having nightmares about the things that have gone wrong in my life in the past so I wanted to at least write down what happened and then this came from it.
The whole body in the air thing comes from my fear of green cars (I was hit by one, it’s perfectly rational) so I would like to share Pessimists and Pedestrians with you if you haven’t already read it.
This has to be one of the darkest poems I’ve written for some time, what a way to come off a week of positives eh? :p