nosleep
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It's midnight and I can't sleep
Again
I'd like to think you're still here
Still roaming down the hall searching for what you'd lost while you were breathing
5:30a.m. a prude interupts my rest,
Ignoring it's demanding voice harder against you I began to press my chest,
6 a.m. the prude gets louder, and just to show him something I grab you tighter,
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
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
Good bye
Try not to cry
Long sigh
Something shatters inside
A new realization
The cycle just completed a rotation
No intentions
Little predictions
Sometimes it is a game
emotions meet your demise
for it is a poem that looks you in the eye
happiness
no longer causes madness
insanity
reality
clarity
personality
no longer
cookie cutter
Dear Me,
Don't you see
your problem is this
you can't forget what love is
you see him everywhere
when y'all speak you can't help but to stare
into those eyes you fell
anything you would sell
Silently, I lay in darkness, though the white ceiling above my head has never looked brighter. I think about nothing, everything, anything... And three familiar ghosts appear. Their names: What Is, What Isn't, and What Could Be.
