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N Mar 2020
My eyes has been
wide open all night
like a corpse’s eyes

Would you come and
gently close them for
me so I can finally sleep?
I wanted to write a poem about how much I’ve missed her, and I guess this is my way of saying it.
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
Couldn't sleep again-
I woke up feeling lonely-
It's only Monday.

6:32 PM
11/2/20
Heavy Hearted Feb 2020
As you lay asleep-I recount each word, every
sound and syllable,
I memorize them;

and despite my plans I still spill out
over these words
and all across my page, that
As you lay asleep-
I am left to my imagination
and in a failure
or another life,  
rhyme and rhythm
take priority,
and
my imagination settles.

as you lay asleep, I wonder

then regret.
Zuzu
Smiling Queen Dec 2019
That was something strange
what I saw last night,
like the strips imprinted on Zebra
it was all black n white.

I banged my hand all around
just to escape from that scary place,
dreadful darkness surrounded me
as the new moon was on its lunar phase.

Neither I could sense my heartbeat,
nor I could breathe,
that frightening air suffocated me
& my feet were shivering from beneath

I found myself in a cemetery
where about thirty dead bodies surrounded me,
and among those, one I could identify
& that was unfortunately me

I ran from that haunted reality
but got stuck inside a grave
I cried with my choked voice -
"Please save me, please save! "

My dead body was lying near me
& my soul started to disappear
But then I woke up from that spooky dream
& I was sweating with fear.

~your smiling queen :)
This poetry is just an imagination of an insomniac. I really enjoyed writing this horror tale... But i really wish someday I'll get dreams too...
Mitch Prax Nov 2019
Every night,
I bury myself in a grave
of blankets and nightmares.
Fortunately, it’s shallow enough
to crawl out of
every morning.
Goddess Rue Sep 2019
As a soul I am restless,
For every passing hour my heart cries for it to end,
That may this vessel can rest to sleep,
But my head often in thoughts,
Voicing to oneself as if there's two,
Hauling in pain such of life and living,
Reaping each serenity that lingers,
Leaving this space in me pitch black,
Only to know the definition of ultramarine,
Where everything you see left a blue,
And 'till dusk this cycle of agony,
Mounting the sleepless nights within me.
Lilly F Aug 2019
I tried to stay in reality
while the sight of you rested upon my eyelids
the thought of you running through my mind
and the feeling of you sends chills up my arms
as I tried to sleep at night


©L.F.
fantasies make it harder to sleep at night, thinking of all the things you wish you had
adlibitum Jul 2019
it’s 12 minutes to 6 as I write this
12 minutes to 6 on what day?
I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to say
All I know for certain is of this state of bliss
That arises with the sun when the darkness
That plagues my consciousness
Has finally passed

When the rats who’ve made their nest
Deep inside my mind, eating away
At my last grasp of sanity
Cease their feast for a few hours to digest

When the fear of tomorrow is no longer holds reasoning
As tomorrow is the present and somehow
I’m still breathing

It’s now 7 minutes to six as i consider the theory
of time and it’s relevance
As I question it’s importance in my diary
And whether I need to know the date or time
In which I am writing this nonsense
Whether I should be concerned about my disconnect from society
When all that matters is that my worries disappear in the morning
Another bad poem
Poet X Jul 2019
you asked me why
I never sleep .

what I didn't tell you,
was that it was the only time
the voices weren't awake too .
Mitch Prax Jul 2019
The dreams won't answer-
the night is getting colder
as the shadows dance

2:33 AM
7/7/19
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