A lack of sleep,
Feels like roaches carving into your brain.
Each noise that you hear is like an oncoming train.
An unfitful rest is never the same.
It begins to poison and contaminate your brain.
You begin to see shadows
And hear them call your name.
You begin to believe its your claim to fame.
So say your name,
Say it loud and clear,
Say it so all the insomniacs can here.
While they are drowning in depression,
Those neurotic basket cases,
Being eaten alive by tension
Being driven to their basements
To see what that thud was that they heard late at night.
It’s the things they imagine that give them such fright.
Like the idea that one may never bed wed,
Destined to die lonely, no one by their deathbed.
Or the thought of finding the one
Only to have her torn away
By another man, woman, or thing
And live without her everyday.
The idea of being accompanied
By an in intense loneliness
That no one else can comprehend
That ***** the very life right out of you,
That constantly clings to your hand.
I find that I can never sleep
Anytime time I need to.
These are the thoughts that keep me awake
And make me realize I need to
Find another way to cope
With all the things I’ve been through.
For sleep cannot grant me the repose I need,
Nor the comfort I wish,
Because on the rare occasion that it occurs,
All I feel is anguish.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
A lack of sleep,
Feels like roaches carving into your brain.
Each noise that you hear is like an oncoming train.
An unfitful rest is never the same.
It begins to poison and contaminate your brain.
You begin to see shadows
And hear them call your name.
You begin to believe its your claim to fame.
So say your name,
Say it loud and clear,
Say it so all the insomniacs can here.
While they are drowning in depression,
Those neurotic basket cases,
Being eaten alive by tension
Being driven to their basements
To see what that thud was that they heard late at night.
It’s the things they imagine that give them such fright.
Like the idea that one may never bed wed,
Destined to die lonely, no one by their deathbed.
Or the thought of finding the one
Only to have her torn away
By another man, woman, or thing
And live without her everyday.
The idea of being accompanied
By an in intense loneliness
That no one else can comprehend
That ***** the very life right out of you,
That constantly clings to your hand.
I find that I can never sleep
Anytime time I need to.
These are the thoughts that keep me awake
And make me realize I need to
Find another way to cope
With all the things I’ve been through.
For sleep cannot grant me the repose I need,
Nor the comfort I wish,
Because on the rare occasion that it occurs,
All I feel is anguish.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
I breathe in deep and breathe out your name.
It comes from deep within me,
Far past my lungs,
From the deepest parts of the inner hell
That characterizes my torment.
Twisted among the things I wish I could say,
I scream as loud as I possibly can but you’re still too far away.
Can you feel this fire
That burns deep within?
That of unmistakable desire,
Which scalds its host in the most profound way.
Though the burns it leaves are not for all to see.
The only souls they are meant for
Are those of you and me.
What I ask of you, my dearest,
Is to please let me know
If you can stand the thought
Of ever letting go.
Divulge your darkest secrets to me,
When your body is entwined with mine.
Whisper who you love the most.
Kiss me until the end of time.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
The stars come alive and I whisper sweet nothings.
Among the crickets’ song, there is nothing to be heard except our breath.
Two hearts beating in time.
The light in your eyes,
Our bodies entwined,
Is enough to keep me here ‘til the end of time.
The moon is high above us now,
Providing all the light we need.
Lights fly past us.
No, there is nothing to see.
Nothing but the serendipity which draws us so close.
So near and so enchanting
Are the words that leave your lips.
Beckoning me closer,
Closer than I can be.
A siren’s song it seems you sing,
I am drawn in
And never do I wish to leave.
Forever is in your embrace.
Love is the smile on your face.
Take my hand and hold it close
While we’re tangled in this sweet repose.
So lucky are we to have been brought here,
To this lonely pasture.
A happy accident,
A trick of fate...
Serendipity.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
Like a game of Russian Roulette,
I sit here and I sweat.
My palms are cold and wet.
I am waiting for the gun
To make its way to me.
The barrel glistens
As if to my thoughts it listens.
I am waiting for the bullet’s collision.
My heart pounds in my throat.
My heart pounds in my head.
My heart beats in its place.
What if you found me dead?
Finally the gun has made its way
All the way to me.
Across from you at this table,
I do not break my gaze.
I take a shot of whiskey.
I swallow all the ***
I put the barrel to my head.
Won’t you join the fun?
You know, my dear,
I am well aware of my mortality.
It hangs on by a thread.
How would you like to know
That said thread
Is made up of
All the words you’ve said?
The gun shines like your eyes.
You taunt me with your smile.
“C’mon, just pull the trigger.
You’ve been stalling quite a while.”
Your smile reassures me
So I put some pressure on
The tiny little trigger,
With the help of some liquor.
Nothing happens.
It is what it is.
It does not really matter.
Because I know what love is.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC