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Emily Nov 2018
Burning eyes.
Heavy eyelids.
Pounding head.
All indications of too little sleep.

Won’t shut up.
All descriptions of my too active brain.

If only my brain were as determined to experience
Sleep for an entire night,
Instead of pondering age-old questions,
Such as what will tomorrow bring?

Unfortunately, I cannot convince my brilliant, yet misled, brain that:
Lack of sleep will just increase tomorrow’s challenges, and
Thinking about potential events cannot minimize that simple fact.

Oh where can I get a hamster wheel for my brain, so the rest of me can finally have peace and quiet in which to sleep?
Xallan Oct 2017
They said that
They could fix him
They told his family
They could make him new.
Under heavy mists of anesthesia,
The nurses pass, they
Listen to Norwegian rap music.
The rattle of the cages
Becomes the roar of the bloodstream-
The noise he made was pathetic,
But he was only flesh and bone.
Cradling a club to battle, he
Won't fight, not ever again.
He can hear
The steady squeak
Of his pet hamster, who runs his heart
Who keeps it alive
Who keeps it pumping
Who keeps it going.
No one bows to
The monsters: mirrors, they say,
Strike fear into the hearts of men-
And terror into the hearts of babes.
But to his left, and his right
In the reflection, the hamster
Squealed in shock.
The horror seen in the mirror
What horror seen before?
An animal anew, a phoenix
Dusted in the ashes of a dozen other men
Rotten, risen from the grave
Tarnished hands, struck by lightning
Have felt the padded walls
As he holds his head
In his hands, his tears
No longer come to mind.
What have they done in his veins-
That immortal wound!
Strangely Frankenstein-esque
Nathan Raux Jun 2017
They may bark, meow or chirp,
Hiss, squeak or burp,
Pets or friends,
They're still there,
Your companions,
Whatever size or shape,
Are the best,
They have their tough times,
Dogs are always pooping and peeing,
Cats always have furballs,
Birds ****... everywhere,
Dogs always play with you,
Cats are there to let you pet them,
Birds are there to look... good and do tricks,
They may vary in intelligence and grace,
But one thing's for sure,
They're fun and exciting,
To see someone when you go home,
Someone to cry and lean to,
Someone that will always feel what you feel,
They lick you till you're comfortable,
Paw you till you notice them,
Breath at you,
Let you feel their heartbeat,
They have their different ways,
But one thing's for sure,
Their there to love you,
Companions till death,
Some might have shorter life,
But some have longer,
Than you can ever have,
Yet time always passes when they're there,
Love your pets,
Love your friends,
Companions are the best,
And with their presence,
You're sure to have fun.
Earl Jane Aug 2015

My heart broke today,
And tears gushing through my eyes,

Goodbye my choco.

© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
A haiku, for my choco.

Oh how his death broke my heart. I just love him a lot, why would he leave me that way,.. huhuhu, is it my fault why he died? is my care not enough to make him live happily? oh my,. i was totally shattered. I will surely miss him.. :( :( :( :(
y i k e s May 2014
your mind is a hamster on the wheel

running, running, running
spinning, spinning, spinning

never knowing

when to stop
B Zells Apr 2014
I know, dear. There is low oxygen in a hamster ball, but you're told: "keep running! Keep running!" and you're like, "What the hell, Defender of Whatever, don't you know I need a break? It's getting really hot, but my heart is cold; I'm sleepless, but restless; my thoughts are stale, and my everything is irrelevant!" and the Defender of Whatever is all: "Mercy is for cowards! And, you, you're no coward, you're an American!" and then you respond, ever defiantly: "Where I exist has nothing do to with why I exist." The Defender of Whatever explodes

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