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Matthew A Cain Jan 2016
3am
3am
Loneliness is my bittersweet companion.
Tears well up inside
My mind ponders endless what-if’s and I lack the will to resist
My fingers patter away forming words and sometimes, coherent thoughts
I hope that in some way
Someone
Might understand the words I type

Sometimes I hope that in-between the lines I will find
A friend, or family, or unlikely a lover, the first of her kind
The
First
True
Love

My wondering thoughts could hardly be called a poem or even a journal entry.
But
Maybe
In-between the lines
Art
Born from emotion,
Born from the depths of my aching heart.
This is simply a useless babble that came to me on a restless night but somehow I thought that at least one other person might enjoy giving it a quick read.
chandini Jan 2016
A restless thought
A restless beat
Wonders what's life
Ponders what's love..
Miss Grim Jan 2016
These words
They haunt me
Or so it seems
Incessant currents
Of poetic streams
Beauty
And love
Pain and sorrow
Troubling pasts
And dreams for tomorrow
Crumpled up
Paper
And piles of regret
Deemed unworthy
They make me upset
Memories burn
I'll never forget
They turn
And they churn
Inside of my head
Restless
Not sleeping
I'm writing instead.
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
I beg you to stop beating...
I can't understand what do you want to say...
I can't help you, I can't understand your language...
I wish...
I put you in was...
Comfort you..
Take you to peace...
I don't think my world now is your place!
I'm in War!
My Armor still wet of sweat of those years...
My wounds not yet healed...
My body still aching...
I'm sorry...
I don't have place for you in my world!
If you want to stick around, feel free!
But..
I won't...
Understand what you are trying to say!
Got Guanxi Dec 2015
Sleep
Evading
Daydreams.
Mainframe
Requires replenishment;
Tired of those twilight nights,
Fighting to sleep,
Sandman strong -
insomnia undisputed champion of the after hours.
Unified thoughts,
Tricks of the weak,
Infinite sheep in the meadows,
Crisp dew droplets rise like a workforce when the dawn breaks.
For heavens sakes,
The river runs deep with those
Mystical tears,
The levee breaks,
Regressed thoughts overtake
REM patterns, exposing those fears,
Hidden in time,
Raw increpid, dormant,
Now active,
After all these years.
I can't sleep in ***** creek,
Those floorboards are calling.
Leaking roof,
Drips drops,
Water boarding,
Torturous thought, stomach in knots,
Tongue twisted and parched mouth.
Sunshine through Venetian blinds,
Cracks forming.
Pretzel rolling, naked flesh,
Contortion,
The mornings,
Calling,
My name.
Hello new day.
A
Crusade; maybe.
But I'm
Too tired
to
tell you
how
I
really feel,
about the situation.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I close my eyes and hope for peace.
Day dreaming of fake angels to save me.
Ready the mind and body for the day,
give into the exhaustion of the soul and stop.
Multitudes of medications to fix the brain
that stays sick no matter the physical exercise.
Prepare the body and mind for the night,
slip into a restless sleep, waking every hour.
Psychological thrillers in my dreams
taking away the peacefulness of sleep.
Wake to alarms screaming through the room
move to coffee and begin again.
GM Dec 2015
Black clouds are looming down
Whilst the sunlight pierces eyes
Walls crawl ever closer
Each face another disguise
Each muscle aching
Skin tingles with anticipation
Will you finally rest tonight?
Or will the morning draw closer with your desperation?
Restless slumber

Lying awake in your bed
My restless thoughts flutter
I'm so predictable
And yet so in love with you
I thought we were through
But there's more left to do with you
You said it at the peri peri of nando
There's still more left on the table for us

I can't stop falling back into your arms
We quit and let go
Then grow a little stronger
The distance teaches us to be kind to ourselves to overcome to change for the better
Then we relapse I collapse into you and smell your chest hair
The familiar game of love tugs at my heart strings
I want to have the guts to take my new grown wings and fly free
But there's some sort of something between you and me
Unlike any other
No one has shown me who I am capable of becoming and believed in me so strongly so passionately even the queen of doubters myself began to see the truth in your words

I saw it because you saw it and I started to believe until I forced it to come true
The life you've helped me take a bite of is a good one
I can see clearly now I am not blinded by self doubt I have unloaded self hate and fear and can grasp the future I have always wished for
My dreams have become my reality

Thank you for seeing me
For loving me when I hated myself
For believing in the depth in me when I didn't even know it was there
Stretching my limbs I can feel confident in my skin

I love how we fit in each other's arms
One love one move by me means another limb falls effortlessly into place
Draped over my new body
It's ok to love the parts of you you hate
If you love them enough to let them go
They will

Your hand on my *** as I snuggle away lightly cupping my flesh letting me know you're there
You love me
You care
I can't let go of you
Not yet
We learn too much from one another
Teach each other to heal the wounds with patience with honesty with desire
Create worlds of beauty together build community together
Hand grazes over your skin as I trace the words I want you on your back

With you or without you I will always cherish this
Lexy Nov 2015
I went and took a nap out in the woods,
letting blankets of leaves
drown sinking stones,
settlement in my stomach.

I almost caught a gust of wind
spilling through cracked fingers,
sticking to my hair.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
I shook hands with nothing.

Concrete dreams flood
grooves of the brain,
thick in my mind.

Skipping up a tree
sing to the sky,
catching wind beneath wings.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
carried by nothing.

Every single night this clockwork chimes,
crypts where restless crickets
pray from dusk to dawn.

Air thick,
suffocating between
sheets and mattress
stones still sinking.
Let me melt, sink simply.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
begging for nothing.

So I went and took a nap out in the woods,
mistaking trees for friends
and wind for food.
Palms open - arms outstretched,
suffocated by nothing.

Hugging air,
thick in my arms
like the stuffed animal I grew up with.
I think I'm close to the final version of this poem... it's certainly gone through a lot.
E Townsend Nov 2015
we are so restless in our life
that when we finally sleep
im afraid our skeleton will
still be shaking, rattling.
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