Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ylzm 5d
It'll speak to you when you wake
Thus I wallow long in bed
Till I hear and duly feed
Then I'll rise and eat the cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
Even at times before bed
Then you're waiting as dawn peeks
To run with no time for cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
But ignore it before bed
In nightmares it'll haunt your sleep
Till you walk and forgo cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
Why study when time for bed
Books are weary but sleep's sweet
Thus you'll eat and keep the cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
If not you'll despise your bed
To roam and ceaselessly seek
For real food and not the cake
I can still see
your lipstick stains on my bedsheets
I haven't washed them yet
The memory is all I have left
I S A A C May 15
all the wells are empty
the wars are lost
all the children cry
but we focus on our capital instead
homeless crowd the streets but we blissfully sleep
in our egyptian cotton sheets, in our bed of lies counting sheep
praying away all the evil eyes
welcome to the end times
f Jan 8
lay weary in bed with me.
let the minutes morph into hours and hours into days,
the world is right here at the tip of our fingers,
in the way we embrace one another.
lullaby from home
My Love Maria is like a great flower bed full of Clematis Maria Cornelia,
Which at ****'s break; LOVE's true light brings her sweet flower's to full glory at daybreak and at midday her flower's shine with a glory like the Sun and the Moon herself,
Her sweet flowery fragrance takes me to the heavens,
Because her LOVE is white and pure like the snow on the ground in winter time,
Her smile is the gateway to heaven itself and her teeth are white like snow on the hills of Scotland itself,
So may; I be the blessed drone bee to help her husband do the blessed act of pollination in our love together,
So White and Beautiful is my Clematis Maria Cornelia,
So White and Beautiful is my Clematis Maria Cornelia,
So White and Beautiful is my Clematis Maria Cornelia.
(15/12/2021)
Tony Tweedy Dec 2021
Dark of night surrounds me, pillow below my head.
How long the many hours since I tumbled onto my bed?

Mind so filled with thought that clearly has me stressed.
Racing, scattered thought that just wont let me rest.

Blanket that feels loose and shifts to feel oh so tight,
and so it sets the pattern for this never ending night.

I know that I must sleep before the rise again of the sun,
in a world that cant relent from insistence things must be done.

My body urgent in its craving to be silent and be still,
but my mind just wont give in possessing the stronger will.

A discomfort on my left side, so I roll again to my right.
Countless repetition through the hours of a god forsaken night.

Nothing that I do brings a sense my mind is nearing calm,
I must try to get some sleep before clock sounds its alarm.

So the hours go, too many hours surely for just one night,
but too late now to rest as window reveals dawns early light.
Oh too many nights like this....
W Winchester Oct 2021
444
From within my
Glass house
I keep a pillow
Full of stones
To lay my
Weary head
A chest full of
Bricks
To build my bed
And a cabinet
Full of molotovs
In case I need
A drink
hmmm
Snipes Oct 2021
Make it to tomorrow
Hit the sheets
Make this the last paper
I speak
They yell
My mom says get to bed
But my head is lead
Onto belief on what’s fed
The loose leaf
I hit the sheets
Make this the last paper
I speak
They yell
My mom says use your head
But my gun is filled with lead
Into the streets with speed
The strong grip
Hit the safety
Make this trigger pulled
The last paper
I speak
They yell
Bedded in hell
Make it to tomorrow
I better be reel
Nyx Sep 2021
When anxiety comes
It whines and groans
Like a coursing river
The sour feelings grow

Cursing and screaming
Within your head
Doubting your reasons
You're better off dead

Like a pack of wolves
Howling in the night
It only worsens as it’s
Accompanied by moonlight

Frantically run as you may
Not a single thought on track
turning every corner
With each you’re attacked

By nothing but yourself
In your Head, going circles about
Silently you lay there
As your chest bubbles with doubt

Panic isn't all but external
Crying and screams
Sometimes it's quietly
Pulling you apart at the seams

Muted by a clogging
Suffocating feeling in your throat
Scratching and clawing
It won't be long before you choke
Will you croak?
Next page