There was in a country of old
A mighty giant, strong and bold
His feet, bigger than two big dogs
His fingers strong like wooden logs

High up in the mountain, I'm told
Away from the streets and the crowd
In his dark cave he dwelt alone
Feared by all, and fearing none

People trembled at his mere sight
Children, women and men alike
What a big arm, what a great roar!
And what a pride in his furor!

So you must say, he was happy
What is the point of my story?
I shall thus tell you a secret
The tall, tall fellow never slept

He would sometime give it a try
And although he'd never known why
His eyes shut in the depth of night
He'd give it up, not feeling right

But then one day, an ant, curious
Seeing him angry and bilious
Wondered " Golly, what's up in here?"
And climbed all the way to his ear

Feeling an itch, the giant twitched
And threatened "Out! You little witch!"
But the ant crept deeper inside
Whispering "Let's see what you hide"

"Do not look there, minuscule you!
It's not for ants to look into!"
Replied he in an angry slur
But she begged him "Please hear my word"

"For what I see, under your bulk
The very thing that makes you sulk
Depriving you of your slumbers
Is that you frighten great number

Truth to be told, your heart is sweet
But you're hiding in your retreat
For if you scare off more than few
You fear them more than they fear you!"

There was in a country of old
A mighty giant, strong and bold
His feet, bigger than two big dogs
His fingers strong like wooden logs

You will perhaps think it's fancy
'Cause his best friend is an ant, see.
And all the people from the town
Come to visit him in his home

But not at night, of after meals
They wouldn't dare disturb the dreams
Of a mighty giant's mighty sleep!

stifling a yawn, hair in curled knots
my mouth tastes of ocean with a little less salt
each pin dropped like a shout
with curtains drawn I'm blind

extended limbs, muscles ache
any movement causes comfort to break
still there's ruckus about
yet silence I aught to find

eyes blurred, words slurred
brain full of cotton feeling it's about to burst
but nothing would come out
because nothing is on my mind.

There are many reasons
to not get out of bed.
Keep reading on
and remember what’s been said.
Now it could be a hangover
from a party last night.
Or recovery from pain
inflicted during a fight.
It could be a nationwide holiday,
or a self-made holiday.
Or you could be anti-social
and want everyone to go away.
Now you could be knocked out
from the fresh fumes of paint,
or maybe unbearable weather
has caused you to faint.
It could be a habit,
something done all the time,
or you could be recovering
from doing time for crime.
The bed’s too comfortable.
The alarm didn’t go off.
Graduation was yesterday.
Or you want the day to get lost.
You anticipate a day
that’s bad all the way.
You’re rebelling against your parents
and you don’t care about your grades.
Even if staying in bed
isn’t your usual form,
you could just simply want
a break from the norm.

At night time my brain,
is in an endless loop.
From movies to cartoons,
Music videos and comedy.
Fragments of the unwanted
emotions of embarrassment.
Friends who have forgotten me,
And people I wish I knew.
And under these blankets,
I dream of another me,
One that can’t talk,
And one that speaks the brutal truth,
Who has all the power of the universe,
To bring her own self down.