Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login

Dreaming Of Tears

Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore

I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown

I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress

Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death

It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me

No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen

Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!

The memories start to fill
Then time stands still

A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill

I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep

It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'

In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
Who is nothing more than a fool

Need to let it all flow
Don't let the tears stop
Need to let it all go
Until this whole world floods
As I sleep-
My pain dreams

Of a world
That suffers evermore
Stock image - by - :iconmadambesson:
Swing by my facebook poetry page and hit "like"
To get access to never before seen work and much more!
Here ---> [link]
This poem is written for my project, titled-
"Broken Wings Unbound: I'm Falling Down / I'm Soaring Now"
In volume eight: Isolated Illusions
Dreaming Of Rage
Dreaming Of Rage

I don't want to give into the maddening thoughts
I don't want to become what I am not

My clenched hands start to bleed
Because I despise falling asleep

Knuckles harden as I delve into unconsciousness
My bad blood boils away the sense of innocence
Inner wars are fought / faces yearn to be tarnished
All of my battles are lost / I put every bad memory into my fists

I don't want to know my true self / different sides of the same coin
My reflection is altered by the pain I felt / we both will reach the breaking point
The forgotten fury yells to be freed
The hidden hatred screams to be unleashed

The rioting rage

Check out my galleries below if you want to read more.
Watch me if you think that you might like my work.
:iconchainoflies: :iconfeardomized: :iconominoushero: :iconhollowedsky:
Add a Comment:
Nice job. This is very well written, and the wording adds to the emotion pouring out.

I can actually connect to this. Every day, something gets screwed up, and all I can really do is sit and wonder why, moreover how, life came crashing down through the ceiling. I ended up reading this piece aloud, just to hear how it really was supposed to be read.

"Until the whole world floods." Words that can describe sorrow, but also joy. Just as tears of misery affect how we live, happiness can do the same. I congratulate you on a great work that will reside in my mind for the longest time.
What do you think?
The Artist thought this was FAIR
1 out of 1 deviants thought this was fair.

The Artist has requested Critique on this Artwork

Please sign up or login to post a critique.

IrelElengar Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Student Writer
Wow. I am in utter awe at your raw, yet at the same time, refined talent. This is just....amazing....unspeakable floods of emotion accompany this. So beautiful!
SurvivingNights Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for your kind words, you have no idea how much it means to me when I read comments like these. :)
I was actually kind of nervous with this one. It's a third rewrite in under one year. But, I feel as if I'm going to leave it this way from now on.

Thank you again.
IrelElengar Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Student Writer
It is no problem at all. The least I can do is to comment on something that I have the pleasure of reading. Thank you for writing such amazing pieces. You must be a truly soulful, deep, and beautiful person to write these amazing pieces.
candygirl101010 Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Student Writer
o wow i love it i can feel the suffering and it makes me wonder what u dreem of cuz im growing tired of my nightmairs
SurvivingNights Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Dreams and nightmares are hard to define sometimes. It's like....sometimes a wonderful dream could get sideswiped and turn into a nightmare in a blink of an eye. That's how it used to be, for me. But down the road it all just got dull. I don't know, once you become used to something awful, it doesn't really have the same effect afterwards.

But yeah, I'm glad you liked this one. :)
candygirl101010 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2013  Student Writer
lolz yah im tired of my night mairs now but i love ur poem
Anj3lla Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013   General Artist
I can relate to this, the words contain a powerful message.
Good expression, and well written. :heart:
SurvivingNights Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much.
I would say that I'm glad you could relate, but something like this I better not x.x The inspiration behind it at the time was pretty overpowering. But this is the watered-down version. The first version needed to be watered-down, from my point of view. I don't know....but yeah, I'm rambling now.
Thank you again.
Anj3lla Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013   General Artist
You're needs to endure the dark so they can know the light.
As far as rambling, no worries I am a random rambler by nature. :)
Everlasting90 Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Is it so hard for people to comment :no:? Very deep. The narrator's psyche seems to have absorbed so many things in his/her lifetime. I can't imagine being in that state.
SurvivingNights Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's quite alright :P I've become used to very little comments.
But thank you for expressing your view on the poem, it means a lot. :)
Add a Comment:

:iconsurvivingnights: More from SurvivingNights

Featured in Collections

Writings by Ravenshymn

Literature by puppycutie

Literature by CoRkY97

More from DeviantArt


Submitted on
January 17, 2013
File Size
1.5 KB


59 (who?)