surrationalityWhisper

American
Sort
Tuesday.I plan on sleeping into oblivion into Armageddon into the end of the world. / The earth shakes all around me as the sky falls in brimstone and rains sulfur and right now I think I see the angel of death in the distance. / I am not sure what it would look like though this vision is chilling me to the core.
34
4.1k
Dystopia None Too DistantBump bump bang bang / the world goes numb. / Numb from the cold.
52
2.6k
Fight Again TomorrowI can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't know which it is but it's happening, now and infinitesimally forever my eyes are open and not shutting down for the day, not recharging, not doing anything but waiting for something to see and perceive and solve, a problem to appear before them and present itself begging to be taken in and toyed with like a Rubik's cube. I don't want to sleep because sleep is giving up on the day, it's saying the day is over and it's giving up the chance to accomplish the innumerable tasks yet to be accomplished before I sleep that I haven't done and won't do if I sleep now, if I lie down in that bed and pull covers over my head and let myself drift away. I don't want to drift away, can't let it happen, can't let go of control over really the only thing I have left to control which is when and if I go to sleep so I don't, I force myself not to, I expunge the records of thought from my head into a text box and hope that the soft rattling that had droned there softens because now after all of this my eyelids get heavy and I may have to let sleep win, give up the day, defeated, fight again tomorrow because I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting, fighting against the minute tedium tripping along, fighting against transcendental ecclesiastical endlessness, tired of fighting when all I do is get bloodied and bruised, tired of fighting when I can't win because I'm tired. Rest now. Fight again tomorrow.
1
1.8k
Eye DialectOi, you der! / Oy tink you 'ave a problem / Oy tink you and me
9
1.5k
Love PoetryLove poetry is not about / The joining of man and woman- / ****** or otherwise.
25
1.5k
Goodnight, MoonI wish I were six again / if only to beg and plead / my mother to read me a story before bed.
53
1.3k
FrigidShe's a cold one / The kind of cold / that drives deeply
28
1.2k
Things I Said To Her (And What I Wanted to Say But Didn’t)I love the way you look in the moonlight that filters in through the window / (I love the simple fact that you are here with me in the moonlight) / Your hair smells amazing
28
1.2k
The SageThe Sage is short and compose of circles. / Flattened circles, not ovular. / A roundness that is not portly nor lean
16
1.2k
Old FashionedHave you sipped a good old fashioned? / A perfectly crafted cocktail / One that costs 12 or 15 dollars
16
1.2k
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write