Go Back To Sleep It started out as a dreaming, Which then made me get up and cry. A moment's pain I was Feeling, But I felt enough to die. But then that cry went softer to laughter, Till it was a humorous lie. I'll lie back, If you sleep with me. No need to hold my hand.. I'll still dream, if you save me, No need for disbelief.

Scenario Challenge So hey all. @Pelaf passed the baton over to me since I won the challenge he hosted. So here is the scenario, You're playing cards with some people, but every card you draw is a Joker, with an eerie face staring at you. Manipulate it however you like, but start writing something about this scenario. It's open till Monday evening. Just add a #scenariochallenge in the post and tag me in the comments @darkq Waiting to see brilliant writing

Alone Last night you called me out, But I couldn't. Afraid of being invisible, In your crowded room, I chose to ignore my woes, And sleep, dreaming of worse, a contrast, Alone.

Camp Fire They were lonely men, And women of course. They strode laughing, through the forest alone. It was twilit dark, dew glistening On the moonlit bark. The light didnt make the rest, A little more stark, But only stood ready, listening... For the footsteps making their mark. For these men, And women of course, Were journeying, a holiday. Or...a holi-night, As they travelled where there was no soul in sight. The reached the edge of the forest, And if, an observer, was to follow their eyes, You'd see at their feet, ashes. Because this was Camp, and these werent ordinary men, Not ordinary women, They numbered ten, Seeking haven in their souls, Praying for the fallen, In this camp, the romantics weren't downtrodden. For hidden in this clearing, Was mystery, neon and a silence searing. The poet came out, As the fire blazed on the ground, And the people around sat singing. Tunes of love, Or hurt. Of the moments the sun wasn't bright, But was merely excess light. When noises grew to annoy, They sang... Of when the voices became noises. When their woes killing joy, Were just memories, not unlike that of a boy. They were little again, But weren't weak of heart. For this wasn't just camp, And this not just a campfire. This was The Camp, With people who could rule the world, Mould the very fabric of time and spaces. Not with their swords or guns or political words, But with their silence and sadness, And memories of the times they were called turds. These men, And women of course, Were the legendary people, who in stories we've heard, None more free, none any more like the bird. Don't doubt my words, don't think me to a liar, I know your questions, my dear doubtful sigh-er, This isn't just Camp, and that wasn't just a campfire, This is a recluse for those with hearts that burn, And what better name, so easily seen on the flyer, What better name, Than "Camp Fire." #scenariochallenge

What You Don't Know I couldn't sleep, The lights were shining where I couldn't see. I wasn't crying. I wasn't brave. Back then, there, I was scared. That I would lose it all. I couldn't make myself feel happy. Not now. So I called you, I called you a hundred times. It was difficult for me to swallow, My fear and hope for you to reply. But I did call you, And through that which I called you with, I fell asleep waiting, For the ring that kept repeating, To end, A light at the end of the tunnel. So you could save me, Keep me safe. Cuddle me. Forget all strength, treat me as a little one. Be free of the fire underneath, Nothing to live up to, Anymore. But I fell asleep, waiting, You couldnt pick up, You never even noticed. So nothing and nobody knows what I feel, Who you are to me. That you're the only one who can hold Me tight and put me to sleep. That you can make me feel safe, And sound. That I love you the most. But you don't know that. Only the pillow, my heavy chest, The wrinkles below my eyes, The path my tears left me, My blanket, And what I feel asleep holding, Hoping someday, It will be your soft hands there, And not just me. That, my dear, Is what you don't know. #norhyme