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xavier thomas Mar 2021
My life my life my life my life, in the night time ...
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต

Watching the skylines in the night time...
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต

Ideas run wild in the night time...
Nighttime (2x)

Thoughts expand wide in the night time...
Nighttime (2x)
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต

Just peace & love & hours(4x)

My life my life my life my life, in the night time...
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต

Feel when I feel , what I feel, when I feel, what Iโ€™m feeling
In the night time...(2x)
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต

Write when I write, what I write, when I write, what I written
In the night time...(2x)
๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽต
Mya Baertlein Jan 2021
It hits at the worst time.
The days, you need to sleep.
The nights, you can't handle.
Overthinking and wondering,
How did I get here?
What direction do I go?
Knowing you'll never know.
Crying and begging for sleep.
It will come when you don't need it.
Insomnia is one *****
Who just haunts you at your worst.
Zack Ripley Mar 2020
I close my eyes hoping for a lullaby.
You can imagine my disappointment when one doesn't come
No matter how hard I try.
RedAgain Jan 2020
Does it bring comfort to you

To recognise that midnight birdsong?
Mockingbird taunts
At your struggled slumber
Count those hours ticking by

That familiar insomniac
sweet-talking charade.

It is simply the robin;
Whose rest disturbed by flourescent street-lamp glow
Is not so different from your own
Meadow Oct 2019
I had poor sleep last night.
I tossed and turned with the light on.
The light kept me safe from the quiet darkness, but not the words that scrambled to abuse me in my mind.

I've cried till my face is dry and flaking.
I cry cause of the stupidest things....
like do I wait to finish our shows? How long would I wait?
Do I watch them without you? Can I text you if something makes me smile today? Who am I going to have Thanksgiving with? Will you think of me then? Will I be a passing thought?

I didn't think more tears could even come out of me.

I have moments where I remember being unhappy with you.
Stuck and misunderstood.

I want to ride off those thoughts and use it as fuel to become whole.
But its not true... I still love you, and I feel so broken that you left like this.
I still can't eat. I can't focus on my work. I just feel so empty, and Iย ย know thats the codepedence in me, but it hurts like you ripped a part of my soul deep from me.

Last time I lay in bed with you.
You said you would come back and we would marry, and start a family.
Then you left, and said I should get a roommate.
Who does that in the same day?

I'm so tired as I write this, just jumbled nonsense I need to leave my mind.
You left to clear your mind, but you cleared me out too.
and now i'm stuck in an apartment full of memories of you and our 7 years together. I'm stuck because you said it's a find, and that it would be a shame to let go. Before you said it's cause you're coming back. I feel let on, and so ******* confused.
I wish you'd come and take the rest.

I wish you'd come and take me to.
Raw morning thoughts after 4 hours of sleep.
Faith Jul 2019
I find
A rhythmic beat
To the pounding
Upon my rooftop
And as the thunder shakes my walls
My thoughts fade
Into the darkness
Of the clouds outside
To see the other part of this poem, check out Antonyme's profile.
nightdew Feb 2019
i think it's normal to miss people,
i can see you twirling your hair with your finger,
i can hear your melodious laughter rumbling through my mind,
i can feel your smooth skin under my fingertips.

i want to admire your beauty once again,
gaze into those dazzling eyes,
feel your lips locking mine.

but you're gone,
you've vanished into thin air,
leaving nothing but bits and bits of memories,
and countless amounts of heartache.

and along with you,
you've stolen my heart,
robbed me of the sun's rays,
and took away countless hours of sleep.

you've left nothing but pain,
poured me endless thoughts at 3 AM,
everything consists of missing you.

is missing someone like this still normal?
i don't think it's possible to get over you.
Amanda Feb 2019
Spend my nights counting sheep
Might as well change my name to Little Bo Beep
I have flocks of hundreds, leaping over fences
Counting them all, as the bleating overwhelms my senses
But they donโ€™t lead me to the land of sleep
All these baa-ing, stinking woolly sheep
Iโ€™m sure they are sniggering, as they prance in my head
And I lay fighting with the covers in my bed
Eyes red turn to a window, lit with early dawn
Another night passed and the sheep have withdrawn
I head out, another day, clothes dressed inside out
Too late to change, too busy dealing with the fallout
Of arriving late to work, and to the bossโ€™s rant and rave
God I canโ€™t remember his name, is it Brian or Dave?
But slowly his voice fades to the sound of a bleating lamb
And his head takes on the form of an angry woolly ram
Baa, Baa, Blacksheep, the nursery rhyme sings
In my head.  I feel sudden expresso cravings
I battle through the rest of the day, coffee on tap
And at lunchtime I manage a ten-minute power nap.
Then home and an early night put into place
Hot milk, no TV, a book to create a relaxing base
I am primed for the perfect nightโ€™s sleep.
But two hours later, I am wide awake. Counting sheep.
Broadsky Jan 2019
It's 4:18 in the morning and everyone here at home is asleep, they can't hear me tossing and turning in my bed, the squeek of the springs are keeping me awake.
It's 4:19 in the morning and I'm packing a bowl wishing you were here next to me.
It's 4:20 in the morning, I flick my lighter and inhale, hoping you feel a little buzzed too.
Can't help myself.
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