Sleep Paralysis

A numbing tingle begins to spread
No sound, but I try to shout.
A realization. I am filled with dread
I’m back in my personal hell, desperate to break out

Paralyzed as weight sits on my chest
Suffocating on my voiceless screams
There is no one who can hear my protest.
I am cursed with such horrid dreams.

Tears roll down my face
Eyes, shut, scared to look at what I might see
I need to get out of this place
I must gain control before IT gets me.

I let it all fade to black.
But the nightmares come back

 

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

 

 

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Sleep (Rondeau)

With red bold letters it’s 3 o’clock,
It’s time to sleep, but why does your dog have to bark?
Why does my neighbor have to boom his radio broadcast?
Why do all the the loud shrieking cars have to pass?
Why are there drunks shouting out in the park?

Why do you all have to be such jerks?
If I don’t get any sleep, I might go berserk.
I’m about to lose my shit fast.
I just want to go the fuck to sleep!

So SHUT UP! To the guy on his phone bragging how he got off from work
and the girl nagging her boyfriend to go on vacation to New York.
As well as my father who keeps checking tomorrow’s forecast.
And I can’t forget about the couple upstairs who reunited at last.
This is no sappy special from Hallmark
I just want to go. the fuck. to sleep!

 

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

 

 

That Was Then, This Is Now

I cannot undo what is already done

No thread I can reattach to be connected to you.

No button to press to have you reappear.

No bargaining plea to have you here with me.

When we were younger They would say anything is possible,

if you just believed hard enough.

if you closed your eyes and made a wish.

if you were dumb enough to believe.

 

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

A Lie

To most I am simple and trivial.
fabricated, to sound sweet and nice
Or to just sound cool.
I am also on the flexible side, bendable and stretchable.
I can be tall, white, and mysterious.
A thought on the top of the head.
A fact based on fiction.
A response said to relate.
A smokescreen to hide you, somewhat.
But, a shield nonetheless, even if I make you look like a fool.
A solution to your problems?
A hard life to live.
A harmless compliment?
I try my best not offend you
But, you and I both know it’s not that hard to do.
It’s not that hard to think of me.
I have a beginning to no end,
Once you get me rolling it is hard to keep up.
Soon, you too, will forget what is the truth
I will have you encased in my web.
I can get you in and out of any problem,
think the thought and I’ll come out through your teeth. .
I can make you hear what you want to hear.
I throw dust in people’s eyes.
But, I’m not all that bad.
I take people for rides all the time.
Also for fun I spin yarn.
I have many names
But, regardless of what you call me
I am still a lie.

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.

Unforgotten Friend

To my dear unforgotten friend, time sped up

People grow up and the past fades away.

Memories once remembered seem like 

nothing more than a blurred out distant dream.

Feelings once felt, nothing more than a faint

itch. Secrets once secret, are nothing more

than whispers lost among the icy winds.

Happiness was once happy, but now no-

thing more than pain guilted regrets instilled,

with me forevermore. Yours truly forgotten.

 

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.

There’s Something About the Night Breeze

There’s something about the night breeze.

It’s got a certain scent it carries

giving off nostalgia. I am reminded of when I was younger,

back to when I would stargaze in the summer.

It would tousled my hair with ease.

 

A mystery, a sort of tease,

with the slightest touch water can freeze.

Going unnoticed in our slumber.

There’s something about the night breeze.

 

Traveling around the world and across the seas.

Whispering a tale to the trees,

a voice we cannot hear and only wonder.

What could have made them laugh like thunder?

Is it because it passes out pollen, making me sneeze?

There’s something about the night breeze.

 

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.