Pillow Thoughts Poetry Novels & Stories

River’s POV Sleep was impossible last night. I tossed and turned until the sheets were tangled around me like vines I couldn’t get free from. I flipped my pillow over, hoping the cool side would help, but it didn’t. The room was quiet—too quiet. That kind of silence that makes your thoughts sound louder. And mine were everywhere.

They say it's stained what I thought I bought new on life's stage They mark it as painful What life have they got To build up beyond Even sainthood I could call for a revision In vocabulary Language seems Dirty to me That revenges Beyond limits There is virtue Within of me I am virtuous Is a fact Not alone a believe For our creator Was beyond limits Beyond limits Beyond limits What limits do we Humans have If we all begin to think But then we place Limits first in mind And then step ahead To think How can thoughts Ever have limits? Revise me with a reason If you don't believe me I have sensed my mind Beyond limits Who stresses on you When you think new When you dream great When you begin a f

I landed hard enough that my knees jarred. The conduit to the pillar flared with the impact, tugging harder. I hissed. Then I had the thought. It wasn’t some grand revelation, neatly formed. It's just a nasty, sharp little idea that cut straight through my exhaustion. What if I pull back? Not metaphorically. Literally. What if, instead of letting the Core drink me, I yank? “What are you thinking?” Corvin demanded. He knew that look. He’d seen it in too many cycles.

I saw the sun, the sand, and the person I had fought every battle to keep. ​The world was vast, and it was chaotic, and it would always be filled with people who wanted to build towers and rewrite the minds of others. But for tonight, the beach was silent. The tide was coming in, cleaning the sand of our footprints, and we were whole. We didn't have a plan for tomorrow, and we didn't have a guarantee of forever. We just had the quiet, and we had each other. ​And as the last of the sun slipped away, turning the world to shadow and starlight, I knew that even if the end was coming, it would be a human end. Quiet. Honest. And finally, truly, free.

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I hide it so well, I smile my mind run miles, I speak no words my energy’s thought… I’m troubled. Can you see? My eyes wonder every path, My mind has wondered about, I wonder……’ ‘No, no, no. I cannot do this to myself. The moment I allow this thoughts, this poem conversion of mine to go on, I will go deeper. I need to stop thinking’

It is better, not to. But I want it so badly, I want forget about tomorrow. So I held her in my arms and sleep. It was heaven. I really feel peace. Roya Pov --------------- I am feeling heavy weight. What is it! Does a pillow have that much weight, it is maybe not a pillow. Pillow doesn't have hands, does they? My eyes shut open after this thought came to my mind. I see the most beautiful men who was holding me in his arms as a protector. Who does not want lose me for a sec?

Unless she doesn’t show up. I groaned and rolled over, moving one of the pillows to cover my head. I’m still intoxicated and that’s why I’m thinking these thoughts, I’m sure, that’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for thinking such things about someone who is just another basic whore. I calmed down a little with that thought and eventually drifted asleep. My dreams are always extremely vivid, and most nights, I dream of new fashion designs. I specialize in the red carpet gowns, but every now and then I will dream up something different like a sequin pantsuit or something like that.

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (wind-borne presence), Maximus (beneath her pause), Elora (steadied softness), Thread (unspeaking, never absent) Lila I didn’t expect the thread to bloom. But this morning wrapped into the seam of my sleeve where I thought it had frayed one end unfurled. Not like a symbol. Like a petal waking up. It wasn’t brighter. It just moved. And in that movement, I realized:

“It must be because I have been thinking about all of this continuously. Yes, that could be it.” Because if it wasn't. It couldn't make sense to her. It was more confusing than dismaying. A lone small sweat strolled down from the side of her forehead to the length of her chin. Catching her breath, she elevated her head in the air. When her breathing calmed down, she tumbled backwards very steadily and slowly. Keeping her head on the pillow, she unintentionally mused about those moments, which were still afresh in her mind. Moments of her dreams as they twirled around her now closed lids, she exhaled. What was it?