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As we’re walking together,
She suddenly stopped.
I looked at her,
And I saw sadness in her eyes.
Something was suddenly bothering her,
Out of nowhere,
She grabbed my hand.
This was the first time we held hands,
And it was strangely relaxing to me.
It was calming and soothing,
And it just felt so right.
I was floating for the first time because of her,
I held on to her hand,
And decided to just go with the flow,
And allow these new tides to take me away.
I quickly snapped out of the little spell I was on,
And focused on her again,
There was a quietness to her now,
And I wanted to be there for her.
Before I can say anything,
She whispers that she wants me to follow her.
She wants me to come back to her place.
I remember walking home alone,
When someone suddenly appeared next to me,
I turned and saw who it was,
It was her,
I was excited and happy to see her.
I was in awe of her beauty that day,
She wore a light blue dress,
And I remember the dress complementing her caramel skin so well,
It was a little windy that day,
And her long, luscious black hair was straight,
And it had a smooth, rhythmic flow because of the wind,
It was calming to look at it.
She looked into my eyes with her hazel eyes,
And I was nervous because her eyes were like the sun to me,
Staring too much could rock my world
And practically blind me,
But I couldn’t help it.
I was always mesmerized by her eyes,
They just always put me in a spell.
She smiled at me,
And asked if it was okay if she was walking with me.
I assured her that she was fine,
I always loved walking with her,
There was just something relaxing about having her by my side.
It was like I was on vacation,
And I didn’t have a care in the world.
She somehow made me forget about struggle of getting through a tiring day,
She would briefly take me to a world of paradise.
I haven’t been hearing your voice or whispers lately.
Have you left or escaped me?
I crawl and check my closet every single day,
And every single day I see your lifeless body.
You have not gone anywhere.
You’re still in my closet.
Why then can I not hear your voice or whispers in my closet?
Why is it just another quiet night?
Why do I constantly think about the blood on the wall?
I have so many questions,
But no one can answer them for me.
Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about such questions,
I don’t have the time to do such a thing.
I’m dying right now,
And I have no interest in surviving.
There’s just no point in living anymore,
Now that you two are gone.
My vision is slowly blurring,
Breathing has become such a tedious exercise.
My blood is rapidly leaving my body,
Never to return to me.
The pain in my arms is everlasting,
Death is now here for me,
Waiting patiently to take me away from this dark, cruel place.
Tonight is the night that I die,
But before I let death take me away,
I need to see you one last time.
I need to make sure you suffered.
I need to ensure my revenge is complete.
I need to believe you’re gone for good.
For one last time,
I crawl over to my closet,
And open the door.
I see your lifeless body,
And I see his soulless body as well.
I weakly push him out the way and embrace you.
I can’t hold on to you very long.
I don’t feel anything from you anymore,
You’re no longer in this world.
You’re gone for good,
And now I can finally die.
And end this terrible nightmare.
Suddenly, I can’t feel anything.
Darkness is all around me,
I’m no longer trying to breathe,
I no longer have control over my body.
Death has me in its hold.
But most importantly,
There are no more voices.
Just silence.
There is a distinct beauty in her,
Despite her face being a blur in the night,
The eyes illustrate a work of art is hidden,
The eyes only give you a small glimpse of a hidden treasure.
A hidden treasure so many people hope and long to see in their lifetime,
Can she be revealed to the world?
There’s no way of knowing for sure,
There’s no way of knowing her true intentions so late into the night,
She’s not yet ready to reveal such things,
She only wants to reveal her purple eyes.
I believe this person is a woman,
Despite only seeing her feminine-like purple eyes.
I don’t know how to explain it,
But there’s something familiar about her.
There’s something comforting and reassuring about her.
All my anxiety and worries are gone,
And I’m simply at peace.
Why does she decide to be my peace at this time?
I know it’s crazy to say this,
But I trust her,
And I feel like she would never hurt me.
If anything,
She wants to be my light in this dark world,
My compass to lead me in the right direction,
She has to want to help me escape this scary city,
I’m sure of it.
She suddenly grabs my hand,
And she wants to lead me somewhere.
I choose not to resist her,
And I willingly follow her,
In hopes that I can be led to a better place,
A place far away from this city,
And the sick people that exist in it.
As we’re walking for a few minutes,
I feel my heart rate suddenly increase.
I find myself shaking again,
And I’m not sure why I’m doing such a thing.
We turn a corner,
And I immediately stop in my track.
I don’t want to go any further.
I see what’s in front of me,
And I want to run in the opposite direction.
For some reason,
I can’t be near this place.
I can’t be at this diner in the city.
It’s another quiet night for me.
Now that you all are gone,
I can hear so much alone in this place.
This place I’m not sure to call home.
This place I can never escape,
No matter how far I run away from it.
I’m trapped in this place forever,
This prison will forever keep me locked away from the outside world,
But I’ve learned to be okay with it.
It’s unbearable to be here sometimes,
Especially at night.
It’s so quiet at night without you all here.
Sometimes I think about your voices,
Sometimes I miss hearing them,
Sometimes I’m thinking about my own thoughts,
Sometimes I’m thinking I should talk to somebody
And get some help for my loneliness,
But then I shake the idea out of my mind
Because sometimes I can get through the night,
If I try my best not to think about you all too much.
You all simply had to go,
You all had to go to another place.
I hope you all understand
And know that I miss you all very much.
I miss the joyful and loving atmosphere that was once in this place.
I miss the good times we had together,
Sometimes I wish we could have those days together again,
I miss them so much,
But then I remember they had to end,
They were never meant to last forever,
And I think you both knew why they had to end.
Why I had to put an end to those days.
Now that you both are gone,
I only have quiet nights.
I’ve accepted the quiet nights,
And understand there will always be quiet nights for me.
That will never change for me.
Every night will always be another quiet night.
This is the end of “Another Quiet Night,” the first poem of the Night Terrors poetry series
Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on “Another Quiet Night.”
“Blood on the Wall” will be the next poem of the Night Terror series that will be posted next Saturday.
I’m alone right now in scorching heat.
I’m laying down, and I can’t move.
I’m in a place of hurt and pain.
Wait, have I been here before?
This feels all too familiar.
I look around and see that I’m in a desert.
Brown sand is all around me,
No other colors are in sight.
I look up and the sky is blue with white clouds,
And the sun looks like a yellow light bulb.
It’s bright and intense.
The sky is strangely so familiar to me as well.
I feel like I’ve been here before,
But there’s just something missing.
Something that’s not making me see this place clearly enough.
Pain starts to intensify in my body.
My throat is swelling up,
Breathing is a struggle.
The yellow sun is baking me to a crisp,
The brown sand is only getting hotter and crueler to my skin,
I’m paralyzed,
I desperately need to be saved.
I hear footsteps in the sand coming towards me.
They get closer and closer,
I’m not sure if I should scared or relieved.
I’m not sure if I will be punished or saved by the person walking towards me.
To my surprise, a woman in a white robe stands above me.
She’s a beautiful and a sight to behold.
I want to beg her to help me,
But I can’t do such a thing.
My throat is swollen,
And excruciating suffering is trickling down my body.
I’m helpless,
And I can only depend on the woman in the white robe.
The woman in the white robe stares at me.
She smiles at me and pulls something out of her robe.
They are red sunglasses.
She kneels down to my level and puts them on my face.
She whispers in my ear that I must see and gently kisses my cheek.
Then, the woman in white robe walks away from me.
I don’t understand why she left me.
How could she not save me?
What did she mean that I must see.
I look around and recognize that this place is different.
The red sunglasses changed this place.
I’m now surrounded by black sand.
I look up and the sky is red with pink clouds,
And the sun looks like a big, white light bulb.
I kinda hear water and waves crashing somewhere in the distance,
Am I near an ocean?
Am I actually not at a desert, but somewhere else?
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a strange, yet familiar dream.
I can’t help but remember.
I thought I was at a desert,
But I’m not sure anymore.
I might have been somewhere else.
Yet, there’s something I can’t help but wonder
Why was I not saved by the dream girl?
This is the end of part ten of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share or comment your thoughts on this poem.
There are more parts in this Dream Girls series, but I have decided that part ten will be the last part I post and share with you all for now. Thank you to those that have been reading and following along with this series, it means a lot to me. Hope you enjoyed it!
I find myself on top of a building.
I look around and there are no other buildings in sight.
No door to be found,
Just a colorful sky with clouds all around,
And the loving sun staring directly at me.
The sunlight touches my face so gently and sweetly.
Yet, I know I can’t embrace the sun forever.
I rush to edge of the building,
Hoping to see a bottom or a way out.
Once I make it to the edge,
I look down and see more clouds.
How high in the sky am I?
Or am I dead and this is simply Heaven?
I can’t know for sure.
I just know that I’m trapped on this building.
I turn around, and there’s a woman in front of me.
She’s wearing a yellow dress,
And she has two doves on her right shoulder.
One black and one white.
I can’t see her face at all.
She’s wearing a blue mask with a blank face.
She slowly walks towards me,
I’m nervous and not sure what’s going to happen next.
She’s now in front of me.
The black and white doves fly off her shoulder,
And they descend down the building.
The woman in the blue mask looks at me.
She gets close to me and embraces me.
She whispers in my ear to listen, see and be not afraid.
She then pushes me off the building.
I’m falling fast,
The wind is a powerful force against me,
It’s a battle between me and the sky.
Terror is taking control over my body.
I’m screaming and crying,
My heart is pumping faster and faster each second.
Breathing is a struggle now,
What must I do to be saved?
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a strange dream.
I was falling from the sky.
A typical dream that I think a lot of people have.
Yet, there’s just something I still can’t figure out though.
Why did she push me off a building?
Why did the dream girl want me to fall?
This is the end of part nine of Dream Girls! Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!
I will posting and sharing part ten of Dream Girls on Wednesday. This will be the last part that I will be sharing with you.
I find myself sitting on a railroad track.
Next to me is an unconscious woman all tied up on the tracks.
I look at her strangely because she’s wearing a black dress.
She’s beautiful,
Yet there’s something familiar about her.
There’s a strange fear that I have about her.
I don’t know how to explain it,
I’m just scared of her.
I look around and recognize that I’m in a strange world.
There’s no color in sight.
Everything is black and white.
The sky is grey,
The sun is white,
The trees that surround this railroad track are black.
Where are the colors in this strange world?
Am I truly in a gray world?
I look down and notice that I’m wearing a gold watch.
Why is this the only thing in color?
I wonder,
But I quickly notice that it’s broken.
The glass is cracked and the hands are not moving at all.
Why would I be wearing such a watch?
I hear something coming in the distance.
My brain can’t really figure out what it is.
The vibrations on the track show that it’s a force to be reckoned with.
It’s powerful,
And it’s coming towards me.
I quickly see in the distance that it’s a purple, speeding train.
I have a minute to get off of these tracks.
I stand up about to leave.
Then, I hear the woman in the black dress waking up.
She’s scared and has no idea what’s going on.
She sees me and begs me to help her.
As she’s begging for me to save her,
I see her sharp, fanged teeth.
I’m confused and don’t know what to do.
I’m scared of her,
But I admire her so much.
I recognize that this is not a simple decision.
She must be tied up for a reason.
Maybe this was my doing or someone else did this for a reason,
I have no idea.
Yet, she doesn’t deserve such a gruesome fate.
Maybe she’s a poor victim or maybe I’m meant to save her,
I have no idea.
The purple train is only seconds away now.
I have to make a decision.
Otherwise, death will take us both.
I don’t know what to do.
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a scary dream.
I’m breathing heavy, and I’m a little worried.
I’m worried because I don’t remember how the dream ended.
Did I allow the locomotive to take her life?
Or did I save the dream girl?
This is the end of part eight of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!
Also, do you think I saved the dream girl or allowed her to get run over by a train? Let me know in the comments!
I will be posting and sharing part nine and ten next week on Monday and Wednesday!
I find myself sitting on a black boulder alone in a forest.
I’m also wearing some red sunglasses.
It’s weird seeing such a red world.
I look up at the sky and see a storm is brewing.
Clouds have taken over the sky.
I imagine that they are gray.
Light is nowhere in sight.
Thunder is rumbling loud and proud.
Letting its voice be heard.
The wind is a force to be reckoned with.
It’s wrestling with the tall, oak trees.
They’re fighting and trying to stand their ground,
But they are no match for the wind.
The wind is persistent with one goal in mind,
The wind simply wants to bring these beautiful trees down.
It has all the time in the world to do so.
The wind also has the river under its control.
The river no longer has a smooth, rhythmic flow.
It has no control anymore.
The wind is the river’s composer now,
It’s orchestrating a new flow for the river.
A flow that is chaotic and destructive.
Although I am lost, I am not afraid.
It’s a weird feeling to have.
This is a place that is all too familiar with me.
This is a place where I can view paradise.
This is a place of relaxation.
This is a place of pure imagination.
I wish I could be here forever.
I want that more than anything.
Behind me, I hear a tree branch break.
I turn around and my red sunglasses fly off my face.
They somehow end up in the river,
And they are far from my grasp.
They are lost and forgotten now.
I look back behind me,
And I see a woman next to some bushes and trees.
We were only a few feet away from each other.
I remember her all too well.
She’s wearing some blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
She’s also wearing a gold watch.
I look at her face and notice that she’s crying.
She takes off the gold watch and throws it on the ground.
Then, she runs away from me and goes deeper into the forest.
I quickly get up to chase after her.
I make it to the spot she was just at and see the gold watch.
I pick it up and see that it’s broken.
Time is all messed up on it.
The wind gets more aggressive,
Trees start falling like dominoes.
Thunder is getting louder,
And the clouds are getting darker.
The storm is finally here.
I feel like I should stay here in this place,
This is where I wanna be.
But I must go after her.
She needs me, I know it.
So, I go deeper into the woods,
And run away from a place that brought me peace and tranquility.
In hopes to find her, my true serenity.
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a strange dream.
I don’t remember too much about it.
I think I was in a forest.
The forest kind of reminded me of a girl I once knew.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
I wouldn’t mind if she was in my dreams honestly.
She would definitely be a great dream girl.
This is the end of part seven of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!
I will be posting and sharing part eight of Dream Girls on Monday!
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