Sleeping
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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--
Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in poetry.
Curl into a ball so small you hardly notice as you pass by.
Curl up inside the stanzas
Cozily cocooned in imagery
Allow myself to be swallowed by it
I was alone in the silence,
As planets spun around me.
I'm alseep.
I was alone in the violence,
As bullets fly around me.
I'm asleep.
I was alone in the quiet.
Thoughts feel heavy.
The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home.
It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain,
it’s depressions bed at three am,
it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
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
You were only sitting
about
two or three rows
ahead of me,
but it was still
close enough
for me to tell
Snubbed, uninvited, and salty was she
Feeling like a nobody, filled with vengeance,
Ready to spill the fateful sentence
Maleficent said, looking evil and clever
Last night, my eyes were heavy;I was having trouble sleeping again,The room so dark I could not see,My skin raw, itching, and paper thin,
Once Upon a Time…
The only son of a King and his Queen was cursed,
His fate sealed by the cruel hand of a dark fairy.
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
This is a found poem from page 261 of Laurie Halse Anderson's 'Wintergirls':
I find silence
In a single shadow
I wake up
I'm dreaming
The flickering shadows
Open my eyes
The waking world
I’ve realized
Is limited
And can’t surprise
The busy, buzzing
Mind inside
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”
A tempest,
a hasty knock,
swept away, planks and branches,
drenched by a collapsing sight.
There's only one window to pass through
for an airplane to crash onto,
for sleet, for icebergs,
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.
All I want is my sleep and nothing moreSleeping takes me to another worldSometimes real life is a bore
While you were sleeping, I slipped away. I was told to never trust a flatterer; unfortunately an enchanter is who came along
The girl who slept in class
seemed to not care
the words that were being spoken
and the lines that were being taught
but did you ever see that girl
outside of class?
As she walksShe walks on stoneCold, hard stone sending shivers up her spine
As she jumpsShe jumps in slow motionClaiming the air as her own
i think you think
that my favorite way to sleep
is with your long and lanky arms
hugging me from behind
and youre thin, muscular legs
making a mess with mine.
let me say, though,
He lays there
alone in his crib
His eyes flutter shut
And he sleeps
Alone in his crib
with a blanket over his feet
And he sleeps
dreaming of the future
It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind.
Student:
Thump, tap, scratch, groan,
Clock sounding ticking tock ticking.
Sigh, glance, slouch, count,
Steps and monotonous lectures.
There always comes that time of day,
when you want to sleep your life away.
Especially at the end of school,
on the desk lies a puddle of drool.
The teachers want to gripe and complain,
I've never been afraid of the dark,
you see I embraced it always,
never wanting to wait to close my eyes.
Night was when I'd visit my friends,
night was when I'd go home to them,
My mind wanders to the peeling paint
To the bleeding stars in the night sky
My eyes scan the bland nothingness
My lips murmur to the silence
There's soft music in the darkness
An entire concert in my ear
The morning comes,
And the feeling of you next to me dispels.
How cruel my mind is to me;
It made me believe,
That the dream of you
Sleeping next to me,
Was reality.
I could have sworn
And as the universe drifts off to sleep
light is cast upon the back of her eyelids.
Sand-sculpted images of Compassion are illuminated
as slumber pries at the edges of reality
and all sinks down into Dreamland.
I am lost in the expanse of the night sky.
Forever wandering amongst the beacons of light that fill this endless Cartographer's Dream.
Waking only to forget what I have learned.
I plunged into a deep slumber.
My spine completely relaxed,
Limp and useless.
My bones evaporate,
Leaving my body a floppy suit of skin.
Sinking deep into the mattress,
