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things i never saw while awake
i saw them in my dreams
words i never heard when walking
i heard them while asleep
if you are afraid of saying it
put it down
i will read of it
it would happen to me most
often as a child when
sleeping over my grandparents'
house in the red room,
as my sleeping and waking
minds met, I knew
myself to be elsewhere--
The night wind roared awakening the silent sea
Waves crashed violently against the rocks
Yet the village was still sound asleep
It was time for the monsters to come out and play
Causing ruckus in the peaceful land
I wake upI feel in my bones it’s not the right timeIt’s been 15 hours since I fell asleepI close my eyes
I wake upMy body aches and my hands are icyIt’s been 7 hours since I fell asleepI sit up
the day and the life sun
in breakfast you eat bun
now day is ending
now it is time for food bending
now brush up your teeth in a grace
ok now just wash your face
turn on shower and take bath
Alone in my own head
as I rest tonight
ins and outs of breathing
calm me while I lose sight
sight of reality, morals, and ethics
family, friends
good and bad
Good night my little wee oneIt's time to close your eyesIf you'll but wait till morningYou'll get a big surpriseThe sun will smile and greet youIn ever changing skiesFor mom and daddy love you
Open your eyes.long have they waited for you to wake.One hundred years ago, they saw light.Don't you think they deserve to again?
Startled awake and unable to move, in my bed Im paralyzed
Its happening again but I cant wake up, again my fears realized
Stay up all night
Can’t handle tomorrow
Rather dance in the dark until my legs are weak and my head is spinning
I’ll say I put up a fight
Sitting in my bed
T.V. playing
Phone sitting in my lap
Tears falling
3 a.m.
Nobody to talk too
Nothing to do
I'm tired
I can't sleep
Tomorrow I will crawl out of bed
Horizontal on a mass of down
Freeing tension from up to down
Fluttering shutters let in no light
Breathing slows
What a massive delight
Fantasies ensue
Within the rantings of a desperate mind
I tried, but I'm getting tired.
Am I near to the end? Or I am near to end it and gone.
Days passed and it's getting hard.
The sun is setting but I don't know what I've done.
Laying down gives me creeps;
fragments of neon lights blur
through the cold, foggy window
Here Lies Sleepy— dancing between
a swaying car and a dreamed up world
wrapped up in soft shadows
dig. dig. dig down deep.
discover the melodies and allow them to seep
down your cracked skull and drip in to your ear
a tune, often vivid when coated in fear.
Little lonely leaf
knocking on the glass door
with your whole feeble
form
gaping at me
begging for
When sleep eludes me,
What can I do?
When wounds won't bleed,
And those truths which I thought I knew,
About myself, are no longer me;
How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?
Can I tell you about my bed?
I'll tell you anyways.
It's just so special to me.
What a wonderful place.
The one I never want to leave.
You see being awake is far too hard.
can't sleep.
it feels like these walls are closing in on me
so i find shelter in your arms instead.
(i could stay here forever.)
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest.
Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past
that I have been woken up by my younger siblings after they'd
How beautiful you are
So deep in your despair
Lying, sleeping on the couch
The curls in your dark hair
How soft your face appears
When you're lost within your dreams
Tired eyes wander over foggy plains, unfocused but searching.
The overcast sky casts a dreamy gloom over a face with sunken sockets and dry lips.
High In the sky sat the moon. Perched on his throne of night.
In a sea of stars he lay, shining ever so bright.
The Sun asked him how he did it.
How could he stay awake for so long?
An anchor tied,
around my head
push me off.
I'll sink to bed.
Sleep among,
the reef and fen,
And hope I never wake again.
i swear to you
she would sparkle in the night
and i would sleep
in awe of the magic
that lay beside me
Kira
Instagram: @kirapoems
i like sleep.
those few hours where everything is just
Silence and vivid imagination.
where no one and nothing truly matters until you wake up.
no racing mind.
no pounding heart.
i never went towards anything that didnt interest me -other wise it would be obvious, i was being dragged along by some inferior notion of success, whether inwardly or outwardly manifested.
Every day has two mornings
One with the sun
Where beams kiss your cheek
And you’re off on the run
And one with time
Apollo has sent his horses to rest
Artemis has come out to dance
So close your eyes
It’s time to sleep
But don’t forget to
Pray to the Gods to watch over you
As you sleep in blissful peace
Soon, I’ll sleep again,
I will feel no pain,
For a little time,
Peace will be all mine,
My mind will seek
Freedom from the past,
I’ll be carefree,
In the lull of a mild melancholy, my thoughts condense upon the cold window of a forlorn wish.
On the hearthstone of my imaginings library, I curl into the croissant like shape of a dreaming cat.
I dream’t you on the pillow beside me
lips silent, only our eyes speaking.
Hands clasped, imaginations free.
As the night continued aging
Our souls grew more unruly
Till our love did bend its wing.
Powerful yet comforting,
Constant but intriguing,
The sea extends a hand to me.
Lifting me up, setting me down
As the waves around me frown,
But the sea, it tends to me.
Slowly, the sunlight vanishes without a trace
As night covers earth in her sweet embrace.
From the window I watch as the fireflies dance;
They’re radiant yellow stars but only for a glance.
I stepped through the vale of unconsciousness. The vale smelled of bubble gum candy. I dived through the clouds on the other side and descended upon a cherry blossom forest. My toes felt the cool grass in between them.
You’d Think Coffee was Some Kind of Miracle Drug
10 PM
It’s not like I TRY to stay awake at night.
I wonder what she’s doing…
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
Mr. Sandman,
why can’t I sleep?
I try so hard and still need relief
While every night, I lay there in waiting
But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing.
For you see sir,
all that I see
Let's get married. We'll live forever.
Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies,
Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.
The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
Love spilled from you like sweat from pores.
Now I don’t know what to do with the weird smell in my bed.
With an unbowed head, I heard you name your prayers after me.
You say my name in your sleep
It was late out. I couldn't stay for long.
This place was getting to me. They made it out to be nice. They talked it up so much.
How could I have trusted them with such a lie? I believed their mistruths! I couldn't stop myself.
My father cries at night
like a ghost’s lonely moan
Lamenting for the helpless
behind closed doors
Reaching out
I slept and I slept, and I slept
Sinking to an insurmountable depth
Couldn’t revive or arrive for a breath
Where am I, who of me is left?
This tailspin, burnout, whatever you call it
I slept hard as a bear
That eats so much food in a dark cave,
What no one notices all the time,
My ears can hear, but I have weary tears;
Beyond the walls, there is so much fear,
Scratching
Clawing frantically
Wildly raking with my fingers,
Trying to hold on
To something you can't see
Or taste or touch
But feel
Deep within you
When you finally find home
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It lies empty in my bed
Empty prison
Full of dreams
Wistful dreams of a mere coinflip
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It holds me tight
Hey, you.
Yeah, you!
Why are you here?
It's past your bedtime. Get some sleep!
(Sweet dreams, I love you!)
I stumble home, inordinately tired --
Spent, drained, and reeling.
This weary mind flitters through topics
But has the capacity to linger on nothing.
Reluctantly, I've given up working,
Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts
The impending terror of my dreams lay before me.
Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in:
Close my eyes and count to three
Sense
September 7, 2018 ~ Friday
Little lips
Little bits of me, the tips
Of where all words begin and end
Little place to hide my insides
Really good to get,
Consistency,
Wrapped in bed feeling,
Warmly.
Slowly drifting off,
Peacefully,
That cosy sensation,
Securely.
Difficult time before with my sleep,
The moon shines bright in a sky full of lost stars
Cold evenings are dark driving in cars
My dreams are sweet sometimes, but
in my nightmares, I'm alone
I sleep until the monsters go home
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream
With vivid, bright, familiar scenes
And someone new, I knew before
But I'm unsure just what this means
-
I burst awake, with pounding pulse
Her lullaby is sung by her tears just to awaken to the same Melody. Her smile is faked so she can face the world. There are no words to calm the sadness that over flows onto her face when she's alone.
I fell in love
with a girl I met in a dream
But I cannot remember her name,
so now im frantically hitting the snooze on my alarm
that I might see her again
“Sleepless nights abound
Sleepless night above
Sleepless nights are found
With a lack of love”
It's 3:25
With this little sleep
Is it possible I'm still alive?
It's 3:26
Thought after thought swirls through my consciousness
It makes me sick.
It's 3:27
How many more times
Get up from the couch and go to bed, darling.
I wish I could crawl into you for safety.
--Thunderstorms scare me and self-doubt floods my mind.
I have nightmares of you leaving me behind.
Only one week
This week I feel the weakest
I feel like I should sleep less
But sleep is my weakness
Drops of crystals slide down my window,
I watch it closely from my pillow.
The billowing wind sends creaks through the house,
I loathe you,
Thief of waking hours.
Good terms can't be renewed,
With all the time you've devoured.
I want to see, think, and feel;
I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
Sleepless Nights
Naeha Inapanuri
Those nights.
I lay awake
All that comes to mind
Is everything I ever did wrong.
The demons,
Well, it's 10 o' clock and lights are out.
My roomate is snoozing, a lump of blankets.
Through the dark, I hear a plane, soaring overhead with it's last passengers.
DEAR TIRED EYES,
HOW DO I SLEEPSOUNDLYWHEN THE WORLDIS VIBRANTAND BURSTING WITHCOLOR?
HOW DO I SLEEPAT ALLWHEN I MISS SO MUCHAS MY EYELASHESFLUTTER SHUT?
Imagine a world without hurt,
Without pain, loss, or suffering,
A world where animals talk and people don’t,
In this world,
My world,
Dear Dreams,
I yearn for legs
restless and strong
and for one night
without the moon
crooning through my window
pane ajar and welcoming
Dear No One,
I have been roaming not living,
Seeing but not listening,
Sleeping but not dreaming sweet dreams,
Honest but not truthful,
Cunning but not sly,
Shy but not disrespectful,
I know you don’t understand this, but my heart thinks about you literally every second when I’m not talking with you.
Dear Sleep,
I love you, deep.
There is a lot you do,
you don't have a clue.
You give me energy,
you give me rest,
you are a nessesity
to make me feel my best.
But you make me mad,
To thirteen year old me
you're gonna change a lot over the next few years
your whole world is gonna feel like its upside down
theres going to be days you cant even get out of bed but you need to keep going
dear me...
how did you manage to open your eyes this morning?
only hours ago
your heart felt heavy
beating slowly in your chest
with your head against the pillow
wondering how you could ever
Awake upon this garden
You who belies life and lives
For the wind in your hair
Sing upon this sunshine
You who decries truth and spies
Magic in the air
Golden opportunity mixed
Dear Sleep,
“Sleep,” They told me once
But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams
“But it has already been months.”
I told them, “Oh so it seems.”
“Sleep,” He spoke to me.
9 pm, 10 pm, 11pm
12 am, 1 am, 2 am
No yawns, No drowsiness
Why are you still up
Why is it so bright
Did I forget to do something
I said 9 but I knew that was a lie
It’s college
2:57 is the first thing my eyes take in as the shoot wide open
The glow of my alarm clock sends me this eerie feeling
I sense extreme warmth as the once cool room has dampened
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wide awake
once again
hoping sleep will be my friend
but for now
its late
late at night
my mind too filled to drift away
Dear Sleep,
Thank you for the comfort you bring.
For being my safe place, when my feelings are too much,
when all I want to be is numb,
when the world is too much for me to handle,
when being me is too much.
I couldn’t sleep again last night
Demons plagued my dreams
Wearing faces of love and affection
One that you often see
Demons plagued my dreams
Whispers of I love you
I’ll never leave you
The sun came up this morning
I greet it with a smile
Then fall back asleep
for a long while
'till the sun has gone and left
and the moon greets me but then
I fall back in my pillow
Good morning! By good morning, I mean it’s a good thing that you made it through the night. The night is a liar. Maybe not. Sometimes I confuse my anxiety with the night, something like insomnia?
Stays with me at night
while I rustle my thoughts
roaming bends and corners
and nooks and crannies
takes me to bed
comfort me to sleep
best lover in my dreams
while I cradle
Oh Daddy, tuck me in
one. last. time.
Tell me that story
your Daddy told you
when you were little.
Oh Daddy, you know;
the story in the palace
with the Princess
and her Prince!
Sleep I say as her eyes grow heavy
as I brush my fingers lightly against her face
I lul her to sleep telling her how I adore her
whispering sweet nothings in her ear
which results in her snuggling closer to me
It is not physical,
People ask about my new "Glow"
"How are you such a morning person?"
"It's my new skin care routine, y'know?"
I lay in bed, trapped in my head
I want the voices to stop,
i want to go to sleep
not for a few minutes,
hours,
days.
i just want to sleep forever.
escape from the world
and all the pain
My love, is it you?
i do not want to loose your soul for another because of blindness.
am i blind?
I miss you but i cannot remember who you are and loneliness
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
Sleep is a cat
that can't decide whether to come in
or to stay out.
Sleep is a spider
always hiding
in a forgotten corner
waiting to sneak out
and surprise you.
light filtered through the window caresses your cheekyour skin glistens and begs to be touchedeyelashes slowly flutter as your approach consciousnessi have come to treasure the beautiful way you sleep.
The stars that shine throughout the night
Make a path of steady light
The moon that shines high above
Sings a song to the night with love
The shadows far beneath the ground
Cease to ever make a sound
She sat in her 1994 Geo-Tracker, in the school parking lot--
feet on the dash and all.
She was sipping on Robitussin, and smoking a cigarette.
It's the look in your eyes when you start laughingThe jokes you tell when I'm unhappyIt's the sound you make when you figure it outThe smile you give when I won't say it out loud
The scholar and his studies
dozes off to sleep
but not to dream...
for the scholar is weak
and his mind is weary
all at once he subjugated to overwhelming force
only to sleep
To thee my love, a song I write
To you who doth shine so bright
Like a star in the sky
Or the full moon as dawn is nigh
Sleeping peacefully on the ground
But dreaming higher than the sound
I heard your voice
over my morning alarm.
Then it was silence.
I picked myself
off of the hard wood floor,
Got dressed
Reached for the door
and felt you on its brassy doorknob.
This golden-haired girl won’t wake tonight
Or ever
Kisses cannot convince
Nor can spells stir
For blissful somnolence blurs the thorns that adorn the wall of the castle
And of my mind
Once upon a time;
The most beautiful maiden in the land,
pricked her finger- destined asleep for a cycle of seasons,
was promised life by a challenger of fate.
Approaching the deadline;
Last night, I could not sleep,All I could see where the things I was sleeping to forget,I woke up, checked my phone: 6:36 AM. I began to weep, My face is pale, I'm breaking out, my cheeks... so wet.
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks.Covering myself in the blanket of her caress.While here nothing is heavy.Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms
I hate waking up in the morning.
I'd much rather like to be snoring.
Sleep makes me happy.
Hate to be crabby,
But at night I find sleep quite boring.
How do you sleep with so much in your head
like a train circulating a mountain, full speed
it's hard for you to go to bed
like a victim fighting to be freed
my mind gives me no peace
Feeling like nodding off
Prop my feet up
Taking a load off
Tired of reading my book
Heavy eyelids no longer look
Saliva ooze to droop
Worn out to the bone
Your voice haunts me.
Your image dances in my head.
I cannot escape this feeling
that's been filling me with dread.
I am in a constant cycle
of anxiety and despair,
'cause every time I go to sleep,
Your absence is not my best remedy.
It doesn't help me, it doesn't make it unbelievable.
The aching assures me of your existence,
but memories are fading as if we never happened, as if we never existed.
Take my thoughtsMake use Of these thingsThat torture me Ideas and plansCreativity and inspirationMusic and wordsPictures and memories Please take themI only want to sleep
I lay here,
Staring at the wall as if I couldnt move.
as if I couldn't breathe.
I felt restless.
I wanted you here.
beside me,
but you're thousand of miles away.
I love sleep.
From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever.
No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be,
Nor how terrifying the chases are,
A tick tock noise from the clock in my room
Knocks my head on and on
Till it wakes me up in the middle of the night,
So I found myself looking right at the ceiling
My body starts sweating
How many impossible things are there before breakfast?
Is it five or seven?
Maybe even ten or eleven?
I used to know
So long ago,
Someone else will know, I trust
Midnight passed by two minutes,
Got beats in my head ticking,
And words are lip syncing to the beat. Create a melody.
One, two three rhymes. Bittersweet symphony, makes your heart ache like ecstasy.
What would it be like to just sleep?
To close my eyes and have no worries.
To just relax and not feel pain.
What would I dream about?
Would I dream about my past life and the people that I left behind?
I’d like to get lost in my dreams
If only they weren’t so horrendous
Yet nothing can be as it seems
My mind often teems
With thoughts so stupendous
I need to sleep, my brain is fried
My emotions are bottled up inside
I’ve gone too long, I can’t turn back
God, I wish it could all just fade to black
I can't stop thinking about you.
Completely innocent, we fell asleep together.
Laying next to you
under a big blanket
our legs brushing against each other,
our faces less than a foot away.
Cuddle up tight
To have a good night
Next to me dear
No need to fear
The dark won't last
Soon the night will pass
And you'll awake in the morning
When the night becomes boring
Quiet Quiet,
I want peace and quiet.
I want to be able to hear the crickets conduct their symphony;
I want to be able to see the Moon shine blissfully;
I want the Moon to lighten the darkened sky,;
I'm sleepy.
For all the sleep I
Didn't get last night...
And the night before that,
And the night before that.
Your sleeping is my surviving.
Your snores are my screams.
When all is said and done
When the light of day is gone
When the single key is turned
And the old dust greets
the lights are put on,
When the familiar lends to desire
And the beautiful
After we brush our teeth
we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets.
The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities
or meet-and-greets.
It is a time for sleep.
Sweet Jesus
How I love you
So sinfully,
a sweet sin
I commit
all too readily
Because, my love
your soft touch
is like air to me
I need it
I wake from my sleep,
and I don't make a peep.
Because beside me she is there,
Sleeping without a care.
She must not wake
or her rest I will take,
leaving her weary.
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
I can not digress
I won't allow myself rest
To work is my quest
Do my best today
So tonight I can lay down
It is for my bed
A soft little kitten
My finger he has bitten
Yet I simply grin.
I hold him tenderly
Hoping he'll purr to me
Sleeping under my chin.
Striped oranger face and white paws
I get out of bed every morning
because if I were to lie still
then who would there be
to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?
If I were to lie still
then my world would never be any brighter
Lay in bed
Sleeping time is finally here
Just ready to pass out
Forget the world
Ready to dream
When I first greet the day, it’s not a greeting at all
It’s a quiet stirring, an unwillingness to face the day, and overall
Quite rude
When I open my eyes i’m either faced with blinding rays of
When I fall, I fall into sleep,
When I sleep, I sleep in peace.
When in peace, I think of violence,
Violence that leaves my voice hoarse.
The strange thing though, when in sleep,
An unconscious numbing feeling
Putting all worries on hold for just five more minutes
No thought of consequences, just the moment
Nothing like this sensation
Hitting snooze and cocooning oneself
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Bam! Hit that snooze button(like a champ!)
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Fine, life sucks, but fine
I crawl out of bed,
realize it I don't want to be late
so I shuffle into some (mostly)clean clothes.
I should be sleeping,
Smiling at sweet and happy dreams,
But instead I lay here in bed,
Anxiously awaiting day break.
I fear closing my eyes,
And wandering into my head
She is in my bed,
trying to find her place in the waves of sheets.
For the sheets have already taken me,
into an ocean of sleep,
Drifting further and further away.
Away from the thought of her,
It's light. /
I want to sleep. /
Close my eyes and count the sheep. /
The sun is up, /
But my mind is not. /
Slip off the covers, /
The coffee steams hot. /
I take a sip, /
It's dark. /I cannot rest. / No longer can I weep. / With eyes too dry and mind too weak. / My heart pumps fast, / I want to cry. / Anxiety attacks, no telling why. / Exhausting depression creeps in with the sun.
Someone told me it's not the end,
Into the darkness I descend.
Falling through empty promises
That are to never to come true,
Tied to a noose made by the view of the world
As I dangle wordless and helpless.
There are a few things you should know,
About me and my life,
And what I've learned to not show.
You don't know what I feel,
I keep it well hidden,
But maybe I shouldn't,
Midday
and I can't wait to sleep,
Night comes
and closed lids just won't keep.
Then wake arrives
to my defeat;
Low energy,
12 hour day,
Repeat.
Lift me up in fingers of wind
Let me float freely in their grasp
May clouds carry me gently
Make me balance on horizons
Have stars sing me to sleep
Hear the moon make a melody
I walk through my life
Seeing myself from an outside view
I see the people
Sleep walking with everything to lose
I scream and I yell
Trying to wake even just one of them
But they continue
A day passes with the click of a clockA meaningless motion of an arbitrary decree.You’ve endured another rotationYou’re a day olderValuable consent and accessible vices.I feel no different
Oh God.
How did I get here
The world has grown to big
I've only grown in fear
This morning.
I swear it was this morning.
I woke in my mothers' arms
I was so big then.
I try so hard but I just can't sleep
My soul won't rest so instead I just weep
I feel like I'm being crushed, like gravity is too strong
The only thing I dont feel is that I belong
I lose it
like I always lose it.
In between the sheaths of things
tucked behind the boxes
of inevitable losses
that tommorow brings
calcified in the dribble of all
I'm yet to forget
Need an outlet
Need to breathe
Need some hope
Need some sleep
Scribbling and scratching under the moon
Blankets warm
A snug cocoon
Painting pictures in the mind
Sigh and relax
Awake, my soul, awake, Throw off the cloth of ease Try thy own weight and strength Cast off the dust, and reach Arise and stretch Arise and feel Awake, my soul, awake, Chase away the sleep
When the sun disappears,
As do the smiles and laughs.
The image of the people we know,
Replaced by their melancholy twin.
As night settles in, painting the sky black,
Little glimmers of stars dot the void.
This is ridiculous Borderline creepy insidious Try to blind me Darkness surrounds me Scream in my ears Testing my fears Nice try I'm fearless My anxieties come when I hear less
Soft pattering on the roof,A steady blanket of feather-light rain bathes my house.The dark periwinkle color peeking in through the blinds;It's safe. Paws padding softly over to the window,
I fear of tonight
I fear for the drive home
Not of what I will come home to-
But of what may happen later on
I fear of closing my eyes and seeing something
Beautiful
something miraculous
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones:
non fui, fui, non sum, non curo--
“I was not, I was, I am not,
I don’t care.”
And I seem to be waiting
in the vastness of my room
for an ideal reply,
while I sink in my mental comfort
and dark clouds of summer memories.
I don't want to say you're all I need.That I can't live without you.
That when we fall asleepI match my inhale to yours.
I want to say that I exist on my own.That I can standwithout your arms around me.
How can you expect her to sleep
when the wolves outnumber the sheep?
How can you expect her to close her eyes
when it always allows her demise?
In this world it's dangerous to even blink
The Ancient water
The silver tree
The old one's Frost Heart
Hidden deep in the sea
Was lost long ago
In the Battle of the Freeze
Home of the Cold Soul
Who may never leave
Please let me sleep
Stop showing up when I close my eyes
Stop haunting me
Stop lingering at the end of every thought
Please leave me alone
And just let me sleep
Stop speaking words that only I can hear
I find myself reaching to find my pulse
searching for the steady sign
that I am still alive
Fingers pressed down on wrists
digging through the flesh and bones that knit me together
Sleep,
the faint whisper that cacoons itself in the corner of my arteries
and hatches its way into my veins,
until, like the dead of night,
it fills and consumes every void as far as the naked eye can see,
I am a dreamer
I look into the sky
I gaze at the stars and I think of you
You make me healthy
You have helped me grown in so many way
You relax me
You are there for me when Im sick
I'm only writing this so I can get you out of my head
So I can sleep tonight
I'm writing this so I can forget about you
But this is as far as I ever get...
I slowly drift into sleep.
The room around me is a world of pink.
Neon stars above my bed blink,
Sweet dreams.
I slowly drift into sleep.
My body heat warms up my sheets.
I'm sleepy
I wish someone would carry me to bed
I remember falling asleep In the car
and waking with a pillow beneath my head
when the world tasted like chocolate milk
now it tastes like bile instead
A desire so strongly desired
A feeling recognized yet unknown
the purity of it has left my being
it's all I have ever wanted to know
It's not as simple as one believes
i'ld take my boyfriend
he is making me take him
i'ld rather have sleep
...
WHICH I NEVER GET ANY MORE BECAUSE OF HIM
If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream
You keep falling into the depth and it could seem
Closed eyes awaken
Wake up to mistaken
Perceptions of the physical
Loss of analytical skill
Watching you sleep is like watching the moon
you are so far away and so close at the same time
and when I press my lips to your cheek I see light
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
Nights like these are what I cherish the most
The unmade bed, the lull of the outdoors
Light seeping trough the blinds
An ambient glow casts over you face
A face so peaceful and content
"When the city falls asleep
Your promise you do keep
To guide our silent footsteps
Give us limits to test
Till our bodies are put to rest
Set down in a grave
Silently we lay
When morning comes, i'll shield my eyes
The rising sun shines through the blinds
I roll over in attempt
To come back to the dreams i've left
Oh how wonderful would it be
To stay here in this mindless glee
Floating on a cloud
Soft sheets and heavy comforter weigh the warmth into your bones
Nothing can make you move
Oh my bed,
Best place to sleep,
let things unwind,
and you're always
there when I'm tired.
My fluffy pillows
always come in handy.
Covered in a bright
red pillow sheet,
Can I remember a dawn that smiles with the stars
That shine with lights so fluorescent
Will I see the faraway Suns in my own eyes
Remembering I will still dream when they disappear
paint my skies with brilliant shades of blue
I stay up late each night
Dashing through school tasks
Being distracted now and then
A tempting pull
To abandon the path
I always comply
Because my will is always overpowered
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
I open my eyes to another Hell
As I’m pulled into another restless dream.
I fight the demons though my fears swell
I fight through their torture and schemes.
I’m blinded by an explosion
i feel you
you there scarfing down two muffins at 3 am
i've been you
bloodshot zombie in the white screen light
i understand you
and the tired words your lips can't form any more
eyez bean der twoo
Drifting away never seemed worse
The thought of what is coming very near
Appears to be much more than just a curse
Like living life in a horror premiere
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
Say those four last words
Quiet
Allow your breath to hit her neck
And allow her to feel your arms around her
Tightly
Are you going to say them?
Go on
“It’s time for bed”
Come on, go.Go. Don’t you knowthis can’t really harm you- I'm hereand you’re perfectly fit
for things like this.No time to reminisceabout the solid groundyou’ll leave, then hit.
"I don't drink"
There was a time when those words were true
But now. . .
Well, not so much.
Now I love the feeling
Of drowning in a sea of fog,
On neither side of that thin line
Whiskey-colored rays of light coming from the window dragged me out of bed.
There’s a tapping noise repeating like a never ending intro
And a light that I should know is only coming from my window
When my eyes are closed I cannot shake this ever playing chorus
i am a tortured dustball
sitting on the kitchen floor
polishing a bagel
with a veneer of peanut butter.
slim, competent,
crusty
and grumbling at Iggy the Fish -
The mind races
millions of thoughts
as the moon rises--
questions unanswered--
curiosity.
Energy exists
where energy is naught--
adrenaline rush.
So many things to do
Looking back I always find you
With no dreams left behind
In my thoughts you are buried
You I find..............................
With love and kindness you're filled
Your heart fashioned within
Peace of mind is
Lying sandwiched between my parents.
I am half a man with an ego bigger than he is,
And half a woman with a temper shorter than she'd like it to be considered.
I am half afraid, half fearless.
i sleep with the moon, the moment
when the sun enters the sky.
there’s an ethereal beauty
to a blue canvas tinged with gray,
where the clouds
I sat up in bed and stared at the wall.Not a single sound mumbled from the hall.My mind was raging with inspirationWhile my lack of sleep brought on great agitation.
Breathe in, breathe out.
A rhythm to sleep's sweet song,
a dance that has no moves.
His body, my warmth.
His embrace for which I long,
frustrations of the day, all at once, I lose.
I'm here to sleep
like America is today
never to speak
Just follow a path one way
who needs art
when you're molded like clay
Rip out the part
that we wish would stay
I have this theory
If only we could fall asleep in each other's arms,
I am certain we would dream peacefully together;
Perfectly harmonized.
Our hearts would thump softly and steadily;
At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder
Thinking about what could have been, of what will be
Countless fears drag me under,
The thought of resting lost to me
In untamed world of nature shown
Silent tears run down my cheeks
As I try to get some sleep
Days may come
And Days may go
Though you may never know
Silent tears fall from my eyes
I hold onto a hope that never dies
You reached for my hand one morning,
while you were sleep,
as I just happened to open my eyes.
Your fingers found mine gently,
too shy to intertwine.
And as the sunlight lay across
I awoke to the world
One morning
Then I covered my head
And went back to my slumber
Learned my lesson
For sure
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom
When I am excited
Because I am just me
I sing out loud
While my headphones are on
Because I am just me
I listen to myself talk
I’m lying awakeas usualI couldn’t even throw backthe little white beadsthat they said would helpthey don’tat least not anymoreand I find myself here
In darkeness, there is light.
In the rain, there is sun shine.
So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease.
For even through death is life.
there's something so very strangeabout having to rearrangethe thoughts inside my headin order to go to bedbecause i just want to sleepbut my brain wants one more peepand, Lord, here's my soul to keep
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
Im feeling all the fears
I feel dead inside
I need a pen and paper
and a thing of cyanide
I'm afraid of the dark
I stay in the light
Unless I know I am not alone
I love laughing
And to make others laugh
But on my own terms
I am motivated
But I do not resent breaks
I'm just tired.
Can't you see?
This simply cannot be cured by sleep.
It's not that kind of tired.
It's a kind of tired that's quite at home in my bones.
A tired that says I'm tired of everything.
Waiting for change, chances aren't worth taking. Waiting for answers, the future is still in the making. Change. A word that requires action. Struggle. Fighting the distractions. Step. Step. One foot in front of the other.
I feel the calming waves
Lapping at me
Through the bright
Blistering sun
And stealing away
Every ounce of innocence
I once possessed
I have never felt so distant
From reality
You come to find that life isn't going to love you
Stay in your bed till you feel my body become numb. Stay in bed till YOU feel nothing
Light shines through your window, and there you still are
I had a dream that
the trees were orange
and your heart was red and
I floated like dying leaves through
your head. you said
i felt like fire burning through
your veins. you spent
Those thoughts in your head,
Came from people who dont understand
They came at you with comments,
That had you sad for a moments
Then you thought and questioned
"Am i really this much of a disappointment?"
I am up stil lawake
I don't do anything
So I have no reason to still be up the late
Maybe I'll grab something to eat
But usually I just wait
The best part is when I sleep
Hush my darling,
Close your eyes
The whole world is suddenly fading
Once bright blue are blacked skies
Where the stars are now parading.
Rest my love,
And chase your dreams
my head. It bobs.
my eyes, they droop.
my neck bends.
don’t sleep!
my fingers they slow,
my breath it steadies.
my work as my pillow.
don’t sleep!
minutes lag on as hours
The clock strikes one
I’ve come undone
Time is of no means
When my thoughts begin to tease
The clock strikes two
As the darkness takes view
My mind keeps pacing
My heart now racing
What a difference a night can make.
You fell asleep to the blankets clinging to your face
Their fibers shielding your eyes
From the darkness that chills your bones.
Your eyes scrunched,
Drowsily I lie entangled in my sheets
On the threshold of sleep’s comforting arms
Growing weary, when some horrid beasts
Mother, I've been cutting
I stay awake at night
I often refrain from eating
I'm sorry if this gives you fright.
Mother, please forgive me
I've fallen in too deep
I can't live like this much longer
I'll protect you from your fears
like I have for all these years
your dreams in the still of night
will not cause you any fright
darkness will bring only rest and sleep
Sleep in her voice, that's when rules are gone and the truth is set free. Nothing but honesty.
Dreams DreamingWritten by Adam M. SnowDreams dreaming,awake nor asleep.A worldly escape-lies true true lies.
I find myself staying up late at night
No end to my destructive worries.
Jumping from one topic to another in my racing mind.
sometimes I wonder exactly where I'm going or what I'm doing or even will I be here tomorrow there's no promise and that scares me so bad and that one time I fell in front of all of my friends and they laughed and why am I so stupid they were ter
Close your eyes, my dear.
Let the breeze from the window tickle across your cheeks
and flutter your eyes till you fall asleep.
The day has been long,
you have been strong,
wrestling through the weeds,
Woke up in a dream under asphalt treessoaked in the sap of the sweltering citywearing these old rat rags and sneering at the concreteGreyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve
Outside my window lies a deep sorrow,
Wouldn't cheer me up if I would have won a lotto.
Droopy eyes and slightly red,
At night, I like to lay awake in bed and imagine
what the world might really be like.
I put on my headphones and I turn up my music
until I can't hear myself think
It always amazes me how beautifully she snores once she’s talking to me. No matter how badly her and I both haven't been able to sleep.
A pretense or simulation,
Of my future life to come,
Left within these worksheets,
And textbooks, of some,
Is life beyond this testing?
From where do these thoughts come?
Because men would rather gain respect from men than from women
It has become apparent that the fight for better treatment in relationships is futile
Why Can't You Sleep?
Why can’t I sleep?
WHY can’t I sleep?!
Let’s see how well you sleep with a gun pointed at your head.
it's early.
my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
narcotics and razors
cannot block these bullets
that explode through my chest
every time i think of
our last kiss
Sleep
I dream of sleep
Yet when I go to catch some, it always evades me
Sleep
It is what I need
Yet somehow i always end up unable to catch some Z's
Sleep
For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep,
So delicate and unique.
But no more can I sleep,
For the devil has a hold of me oh so deep.
For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep,
So delicate and unique.
I have the same routine when I wake up,
In the morning.
Put on my shirt and jeans
Go to work.
Typically I make coffee for breakfast,
Getting two hours of sleep
My body craves it.
he askes simply
"why the narcotics?sleeping pills are sketchy man..."
i guess i know...
but one pill equals a good nights sleep
plus two equals spinning rooms
As I lay alone in the dark,
Sleep surround me tonight.
Give me rest in your arms
Wrapped around me; hold me tight.
As I'm laying here
in my bed,
cherry blossoms bursting
in my brain,
I scratch an itch
between the blue lines.
Every smile is not a smile within
Whether its love or hate, its never an easy sin
Tears of both pain and joy are seen as one
These tears have no name, are always unknown
I’m Tired
Tired of being told I can’t do something
Tired of being told I’m too slow
Tired of being told I’m too small
Tired of being told I’m to week
I’m Tired
Dancing, swirling, threads and beads
Reaching about the fragile frame.
Entwined in the many strands
Are my many horrible dreams.
Many were caught in the never-ending web.
Caught and never to escape
When I’m on the white sand shore
in the world of my muse,
I could swear that it is during the death of night
that the world is most alive.
Lay restlessly awake
No fan will cool
No blanket will warm
No music will soothe
No touch will relieve
No bed will comfort
No thought will quiet
But sleep will come
according to some legend,
when one is unable to sleep at night,
it means someone is dreaming about them.
now i dont know who you are
or why youre dreaming of me
but its 3 am.
To Saturday mornings, wisps of cool air pressed softly against my skin.
The sign that soon Summer will overtake us, a promise of peace and calm rising before all others are up.
Doth thy wonder,
In thy sleep,
Of a place where dreams come true,
And your heart be forever at ease?
im fighting hard to stay awake
but all i can think about is the warmth
underneeth these sheets
lying hearts width apart
I sit by old candlelightin the dead of nightfinishing my workwhich has become an irk.Now I cravewhat is unattainable by day(unless you live in a cave).The succulent silence of slumber
How sad it is that at sixteen my favorite thing is sleep!
I try to buy four hours a night but never get to keep.
An insomniac? Me? No. Never.
I don’t need to TRY to sleep.
That’s usually the only thing that comes easy to me
I always need to TRY to accomplish greater things
I have to TRY to learn, to study
Sleep came rushing in
like a brother barging into the house
throwing open the doors and
screaming to the rafters
that the War is over.
Exhausted like the
headline in the Extra,
lend me your hoursi want to know how itmust feel to possessseemingly infinite timeto lay weary head to pillowin tune to dimming sun andnot daunting rise of raysrejecting any chance of rest
You're sitting there reverousto the brim with something that feels like seventeenyear cicada sleep, and
Pale morning coming inwindward edge of precipice,window small and loved,soft hillocks and valleys,
Sleep
The bane to my existence
My boulder up a hill
Never achieving
Perpetually fleeing
Forever occulted.
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
Running my fingers through your hair;
Soaking in the serenity of your sleep;
Warding off the demons and their dreams;
Blissful ignorance written on your lips;
Praying you maintain this state of being,
When I lay my weightDown on my nestMy heart will beat softlyDeep in my chestHer lips, it seemsWill kiss my dreamsAnd my eyes when liftWill see her; my special giftBeside me
Forced to be bruised by rough dry earth.
Forced to be touched by the whiskey breath.
Forced to be laid down on dirty sheets.
Forced to live in fear of another's touch.
Forced to carry life within womb.
The goddess of sleep and dreams
Has beguiled me of you!
She has robbed me of you completely.
I'm piecing a puzzle, but i cant seem to finish it.
I mean, its finished, but its not;
its all there, yet something's missing;
like, the correct complete puzzle, but somehow the pieces don't fit.
The cycle begins
To much chagrin.
Again I sigh
And wish I could die.
Too bad there is more
Of life in store.
For me to sacrifice
Just wouldn't suffice.
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
So surreal,
A bewildered feel.
Very unnatural,
Decidedly not normal.
Reality distorted,
Twisted, contorted.
Imagination's offspring,
Free and wild within
The remnant of our mind
I'll sleep when I'm dead
when my corpse is cooling
my eyes are blank
and my hands barely curling
the red flush leaking
like the last dregs of an empty cup
laying as a doll
so white and clean
Be my sleeping guard
The soldier of my dreams
Hold me in your arms
Wake me when I scream.
Be my protector of uncontrolled unconscious thoughts
Lead me through these things I've fought
Inspired by the falling of the moon
Eyelids saying their prayer once again
“Let me fall with the moon
No longer is it time to stay
The sun will surely rise soon”
Provoking thoughts of the mind
I remember sititng, head against the silver wall.
The engine roared, trembling the floor I slouched on.
It sounded like some sort of wild beast.
Looking out the open door across from me
It's a Wednesday in November
And I'm struggling to keep my eyes open
I must look a mess
My eyes are droopy
And my hair is unbrushed
I'll admit, I didn't try at all this morning
Playing Paul VI. Camden Catholic's biggest rival. Down 52-50 with 20 seconds remaining. Cole steps onto the court playing in his first playoff game. He rubs his hands along the back of his shoes to remove the dust and quickly squeaks his shoes.
It’s the effortless secretOf sleepThat pulls you into slumberWithout you knowingAnd the cool ripples of stillnessUnfurling to the corners of your pinkiesSinkingDrifting
Nights spent in a coffee cup
one light on in my head.
Bleary eyes scouring the book
I might as well be dead.
From lack of sleep
lack of life
can I get one second?
I need to close my eyes.
"Wake Up!"
Oh how I wish I can just sleep
Just stop time and sleep forever,
To not worry about my conflicts,
Inner and outer,
The conflicts of the world,
The thought of my family might go
I felt its presence in the room
That leering, awkward warmth that it brings with it gives it away
The way it can't resist touching my eyes
Reaching in my throat
I remember when
I had absolutely nothing to do.
How I would just lay in bed and
wait for something to pass me by
so I could just do
something.
Anything.
I want that back.
That moment when you want to cry, but you're somewhere you cant
You want someone to help, but no one is there
You don't know what to do
All hope is gone
Blissful weights on fluttering lashes,
soothing kisses of wonderlands untold,
where the rules of the world crumble to ashes
and the most sacred of treasures you too can hold.
Gently slipping into enveloping black,
It isn’t the kind of tired
that can be cured by sleep.
It’s the kind that is always
coupled with an inexplicable sadness
the kind that created a black hole
Cradle me at my weakest and keep me lifted after defeat.
Soldier, pull me back and awaken me, before we are to retreat
Peer as the people pass into the perception of my mind,
The curtains softly sway with the windPeacefully embracing a new dayEverything comes to focus, glazed in golden incandescenceSunlight caught on your eyelashes
Work, study, sleep,
work, study, sleep.
I have no time
to finish a rhyme,
to busy am I
trying to get by
With a monstrous load of Composition.
Work, study, sleep
When I lay myself to sleep
I would always wonder what I'd dream of
Inspired to plunge into that process by the twinkling of the stars above
As I ponder, sleeping slowly creeps
Research says
Teens need eight hours of sleep-
Eight hours for the body to recharge
Eight hours to delve into our mind
And dream of whimsical ideas.
But then I wonder,
Why do teachers
I must go back to bed again, to the warm and cozy sheets.
And all I ask is a soft pillow and some pills to make me sleep;
And the lights click and my legs twitch and the lamp starts flickering,
Follow-~>
The woman in blackWho looks for her child.
<~- Retreat
To the safety of homeWhen the child is found
Open-~>
The book of spellsAnd wait till nine
<~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house.
The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
Never have two words uttered hurt me more
Than when I heard them say, "bless you"
Words that held me more than I deserved
Whispering in my ear with spurn and commune
I never understood,
The appeal of a sleeping face,
People,
They sleep all kinds of ways,
With their mouths half open,
Drooling like dogs in the summer,
Or even snoring,
Deep in the confines of her mind
is kept away her fears and insecurities -
but once the night falls
and she lays her head to rest,
the doors open.
A well-built framework
made just for me
can be used by everyone
to make good company.
Don’t call on my name
You watch the number on the digital clock
gyrate a teasing dance that burns your eyes
and you can feel every second that ticks by
in the tightness of your skull and the
dryness of your eyes.
My hair is red,
I want to go to bed,
I have not yet been fed,
So I will keep my eyes wide open
So I can eat my tacos and
Then I will sleep until I must be awake
Sleep is fleeting, Like an Unknown Journey
Yawning without purpose, Resting without meaning
A fine line we tiptoe, Though some would rather trudge
Along the tight rope of sleeping.
Movements are as such
At first, it was disconcerting;
The feeling of being unable to rest.
Now,
I am comforted by it.
My mind, it never sleeps--
Never quiets--
Never stops--
Never dies.
I can feel it;
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t
Been so desperate on that Monday afternoon
Searching for relief just a little too soon
Red round songs
Calling from the back of the cabinet
Loose tethered ties
The day comes to a dark shadow under the brilliant, sparking night sky. My mind in sore and my soles of my feet are hard. After writing, thinking and reading all the day, my thoughts have come to a minnimal, mellow state of mind.
Whene’er the lustrous moon and stars appear
My tiny world is filled with truth and bliss.
The nighttime and the dark I do not fear
For here is where I ponder life amiss.
Here all my sibling’s bickering subsides.
While I'm sleeping, my shadow dances.
She creeps out from under me, cautiously at first, careful not to wake me.
A white hair tie bound around each wrist
The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers
She will watch the night turn grey and blue against her windowpane
Noises bothering you at a constant rate Chores and duties start to stack up Eyes collapsing and what seems like fate But the sink collect yet another cup Papers and papers mile high The coziness calling you to bed Sleeping is like without the co
Good evening Moon,
How nice it is to see your face again.
The Sun, however, has fractured
and is silently
falling
to
pieces
I’m waiting for the day I will wake up
Eyes open, glazed over, seeing blindly
Touching, but not feeling, encased in fine glass
Dreaming and waiting for something unknown
Desolate and blank canvas of a mind
I have caught myself, talking to my mind again. It’s alright, nothing to worry about. I like it that way. Being in a place where you are me and I is you. We are all the same. We are all myself. Now the thoughts are creeping in.. Because lately you
A bed is a place to rest and sleepA place to lay and sometimes weepWhen your tired and weary and don't give a hootYou just jump in your bed and kick of your boots
Sacrifice a pleasant morning
For a fucked up night?
I think no
but it's nice to have
your share of
afternoon delights
strictly Starland-
I don't get
the concept of
Sleep you beautiful thing you
cradle me in your arms
and whisk me away into darkness
let my breath soften with murmurs
of adventure
as i sink into everlasting
peace
I woke up that day
I saw something new
It was that perfect yawn
From a great sleep
I never thought to have
I was inducted
It was exclusive
I had something special
That made me special
There has been times since I've been young
I wanted to give up because I just couldn't go on
Seen a lot of things I really shouldn't
Wanted to run but I reall couldn't
The sun sleeps
And grey weaved
Cotton balls envelope
The moons shine
Glimmers of eyes peak through
And smiles streak the sky
Everything is dueling under
A black cloak
Cover me
Never let me go
Outside of your comfort the world seems like snow.
Snow whose depth is unknown
Whose silence creates a creep
Just cradle me away from the snow into sleep
My dear bed.
Doomed days on a drowsy evening
lost for forever and found tomorrow
what of that,
what of that,
found in what is imagined in tomorrow
Go to bed at nine on the dot,
just to lie awake for five hours.
Awake.
Tired,
but awake.
Going through the what-ifs.
The mistakes.
The bad memories.
Everthing that delivers shame
On a pillow I lay my head
when I am tired, time for bed!
It's as soft as a cloud,
as white as sheep,
Thank heavens it's time
to go to sleep.
On a pillow I lay my head,
now I wish I had not read.
I know that
When you’re alone
In the middle
Of the night
And you want someone
To hold you
And tell you
That everything’s
Gonna be alright,
That I could be
That person
For you,
There is a faint chirping in the yard
a chill in the air
the crickets are serenading along with my
tick-tacking fingers
and the hair on my arms is standing up.
Are days of length deceiving?
Are nights of pain okay?
Are moments of rest depleting?
Then, why not try to say:
Does sunshine make you frown sometimes?
Do rainbows make you cringe?
Those sweet silent nights
Filled with worries and thoughts.
Heart beating fast
Stomach with knots.
Throughout the night
My heart tosses and turns
Reliving the old memories
Which it never learned.
As night falls over me
The stars shine bright
The birds stop chirping
And it’s past midnight
The stars vanish
And now it’s too dark
What was that noise?
In the distance – a bark
Like the dust I am unsettled,
moving swiftly without destination,
my origin is forgotten,
my future is unknown,
carried by the wind,
i am forever alone.
he finds his way home after a night lost in the city
the sound of the highway murmurs softly and he shakes while lying in his bed
his body rumbles as he sits up to take off his shoes
(poems go here)
There once was a man named Ted,
Who decided one night to look under the bed.
What he saw, it seemed,
Really made him scream.
And now, he has no head.
At night I live
a grimy life
of slander
and despair.
At night I do
my dirty deeds
with grins
and open arms.
At night I keep
inside my sheets
and dream
of worse to come.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
The silence is screaming. It’s an invisible fog clouding my judgment and burning my eyes with its icy touch. It’s so dense that I can’t breath without it expanding in my throat; a fog so solid that it chokes my airway with its endless emptiness.
I'm alone no one to comfort me nor to help me
But forsake me like it's their god given right
This loneliness is dementing me.
I speak not of the demons veiled behind every corner.
They wait until it's dark
Until I have thought myself into a mad frenzy
Then they show me the past.
What I did
I'm no longer a kid.
I've matured mom, yes I did.
You keep me locked up,
And I'm getting really fed up.
It's nine o'clock and you're telling me togoto sleep.
Your spring-screams that day
echoing through the walls
made me a victim of rape in all ways
and changed everything for me; you of all things.
Silence so loud.
Silence so cold.
I've never felt so alone.
You can't see it
you can't hear it
But its the thing we all fear.
Hope is lost.
Never found.
for now.
The moon, so bright and glorious be,
The light, for such a time as night, impossible!
Is such a light possible
Shining brightly above as I sleep?
My sweet dreams, tender and deep
I’ll stay up hours to burn up the midnight fuel within my core and drown out the nerved voice inside that is never content. Like breaking a fever, I either run it rampant, or it will run me dry.
As I lay awake in bed at night
My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight
Though invisible, they’re plain in sight
Stenciled images in black and white
They scream and wail, unending fight
Fast the day shall haste to greet thee
Haste to greet thy slumb’ring form
From twilight’s soothing arms arrest thee
Tossing dreams out to the cold
Little babe, it's time for bed.
I've made a place to rest your head.
Little child, go to sleep.
It's there you'll find all your dreams.
There's a place beyond your eyes,
There will be times when
the best part of your day
will be crawling into
your unmade bed at the
earliest reasonable hour,
your body sinking into the
dent that has been there
...restless days fold into restless nights...
I reset my mind to unwind.
counting sheep seldom works for me.
recalling our memories,
my personal bedtime lullabies,
Forever seems to do the trick.
An Endless Descent,
Tumbling slowly into the deep.
Gentle waves above,
With Silver beams shining down.
Head over heels,
Sinking into the warmth.
Angel down floats by,
Coating the floor.
All I need is sleep
Sleep is for me
If you go to my school, then that’s something you won’t see
Shining in the darkness
A sea of golden stars
Twinkling at me every night.
The peace of the silence lulls me to sleep
The shimmering beckoning me
To a land of dreams and adventure.
In life, we spend the best moments sleeping. Someone is getting asked to prom, someone is getting married, a child is being born. A Human life has came into this world. What are we doing, sleeping.
I despise wooden floors when I sleep out
When I am out I dream of my own bed
To make it to m’own cradle I’m about
To nestle with my pillow lay my head
Go look at yourself in a mirror,
Find a picture,
Look at someone kind of reflection,
Because I want you to see that your small cut has turned into an infection,
No Band-Aid is going to fix it,
The girl who had everything
Yet nothing at all
Stared blankly out the window
As she felt her emotions fall
So she began to wept but she knew not for yet
She thought herself mad for she should be happy.
Well I know what I need.
And that need is to sleep.
And just as I begin to drift my thoughts began to creep.
That's when I lose it.
The hurtfull things they say bother me more than I'd like to admit.
