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Anya 1h
Is your bedroom ceiling,
As dark as mine?
Can you see in,
The night?

Is it pebbled,
Is it flat,
What do the,
Shadows look like?

Can you look up,
And see your dreams,
Or just see concrete,
And beams.
Anya 1h
I lay awake,
tonight.
Thinking, no, obsessing
over the sights, sounds, and emotions,
of a Tuesday morning,
at 7:30.
Innocuous as it was,
It fascinates,
and compels.
An experience so perfectly plain,
That it goes almost completely,
Unnoticed.
I cant sleep
But if I lay very still
And close my eyes
I wont have to look upon the horror of my mind
Overwhelming devils
Demons of disillusions
Tossed in with regrets
Churning in term oil
Echoes of retribution
Prodding and poking
Stabbing uncertainties
Spasms of unjustness
And here I lay

Rest well my child
Waste no time in beliefs
Global visions of dignity
Wars that suddenly cease

Think not nor contemplate
The moment of our demise
All the things that bother
Old folks in the night

Sleep tight!
Traveler Tim
What is unbearable in this present
This misery that needs to go away
Will we escape it before it corrupts us
What is it we hope for our future
????
Why can’t I fall asleep?
Traveler Tim
I hate those Voodoo mornings when I cant dig myself out of my own head a relentless quipping chirping anxiety over woulda coulda shoulda wishing I knew better wondering why I dont silent resolutions that evaporate by days end pondering the infinite insignificance of everything that is nothing paranoid that nothing is in fact everything in the doomed hands of a salvation without mercy heavy hearted in the dark waiting for light to peek through the blinds and tell me that its ok to be awake its a lie but thats ok too I guess **** it might as well make the coffee

BUT

I
love
those
hazy
baked
evenings
where
every
thought
is
clarity
or
at
least
the
perception
of
it
guiding
each
seamlessly
to
the
next
and
still
next
after
until
the
next
Jenie Oct 7
I'm telling you that's it, I quit!
A year on now I weigh a ton,
drinking my way out of this pit.

Hotel meals with a book I sit,
a woman on her own must be fun...
I'm telling you that's it, I quit.

Day after day sleeping a whit,
puff in the lungs and pulse on the run,
drinking my way out of this pit.

Monday drive bawl or afternoon fit,
abusing I yell before the sun,
I'm telling you that's it, I quit.

A ring and a promise, we almost split,
I never home or seeking to stun,
drinking my way out of this pit.

I will admit I learned a bit.
Of colleagues and business I knew none.
I'm telling you that's it, I quit
drinking my way out of this pit.
My first job, almost 15 years ago, spending the weeks in hotel rooms, flirted on I learned to bring a book. Unable to sleep, stressed out, crying in the car, eating too much, drinking, smoking, I started having panic attacks and quit after a year.
Kinyo Oct 7
I can tell when my heart is searching
and when it is far off
when waking does bring me closer to the sun
but farther off

but it will come back
when I've put the moon to sleep
and my enemies far off
and my dread far off
nevaeh Oct 6
i could sleep
if i wanted to
but why would i
nighttime is so beautiful
Myrrdin Oct 5
In my dreams he's still alive,
How cruel a curse,
Insomnia has been.
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