Tag / Sleep

by marleylilith

Rain

Written by Dizzle Dazzle

An image all too familiar to the British…

Rain in the morning
I can hear it from my bed
Walking along the roof with nimble feet
Reminding me of sadness

Rain at midday
Where the sun should be
I’m watching T.V, and the curtains are up
Outside the puddles are forming on the dark road

Rain in the evening
Those grey clouds covering the sunset
Peaceful and quiet
Painting streaks of water on the window
The sun shines and it seems beautiful

Rain at night
When everybody’s sleeping
Except me
Watching the car headlight beams on my ceiling
As I drift off
The rain talks to me in my dreams

While still a young writer, Dizzy has already developed her own style and a beautiful way of putting things. If you want to read more of her lovely wordsmithing, why not take a look at her poem “The Humanitarian”, also published on Inkblots.

by Colette

T.I.M.M.

Written by Silver

Doorway to another world: Wooden in form and dun in colour – or the closest we could find!
Image Courtesy of Pinterest’s fantasy section.

This is not a tale about a door opening into a magical universe behind a wardrobe to meet a harsh white witch or a graceful lion, nor is it about a door swinging into a little garden, forbidden and secret, in fact, this door is entirely normal – wooden in form and dun in colour. There is something different about this door though, and maybe that’s what sets it apart from the others in those magical stories, and maybe it really isn’t; I guess you’ll know by the end.  Continue reading →

by Colette

The Recurring Nightmare

Written by Silver/Silvershadowfly

Forever searching: Ensnaring dreamers, ensnaring memories.
Image Courtesy of wiki.urbandead.com

Luring dreamers into Hell, he finds desires to ensnare.
Seducing his subject, controlling mind as matter,
spilling blood with tortured screams: he welcomes your nightmare.
Breaking – bones to build his pyre; consuming bodies in the flare,
he taunts the sleeper into disaster.
Luring dreamers into Hell, he finds memories to ensnare.

Memories to ensnare.

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