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Lidia 1d
Your grieves, you hide,
Concealed you keep,
When problems are wide
And pains so deep.
If you have sorrow inside,
You can weep.
If you are so tired,
Go and sleep.
Marijuana, caffeine,
a couple of beers…
It all adds up year after year!
The science is out for all to know,
sleep is important
the older you grow.
Deep sleep will clean
the **** from our brains..
Dream sleep will
keeps our heads in the game.
Snoring and coughing
helps sleep apnoea thrive.
Learn how to sleep and stay alive.
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Insomniac? I never had that problem, sleep apnoea’s trying to get me
but I’m winning!!f
How many dreams,
how many wild and uncompleted schemes,
how many words
and the infant ghosts of poems I will never write
do I leave on my pillow at the end of every night
Terrible Dreams,
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.

A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.

So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.

A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.

What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.

A Dream that is Delighting, and
Very Enticing,
The Thought of it Inviting,
and yet very Frightening.

It brings you to the saying that:
Dreams do come True,
Then again it's a Dream,
So just might be you.

A Beautiful Nightmare
to True Reality, or
a nightmare unhinged,
You just cannot see.

A Dream within a Dream,
You are not really there,
as you are aroused and
awakened from
A Beautiful Nightmare!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/17/2025
Ayla Grey Jan 16
Blinking is slowly killing me
Every time the world turns off
I feel peace
Blink again and again until I don't remember
That my eyes are even closing
They tell me it's natural

How is natural to feel such peace
Only the moment the sky goes away
Just in the moment the world starts to fade
Why do I love to leave
When I was a kid in the Virginia mountains, we had a train line that ran yonder through our quiet little town, a few miles from our house.

In the warm summer months we’d have the wooden sash windows wide open, their screens strummed by the breeze and humming a hushed lullaby.

Each night, lying in bed, I heard the remote rolling roar of the train when it blew its whistle as it neared our town.

Every night, as the dusk fell, it came: the slow rush and roar of iron engine wheels that glide along on roads of steel. The engine‘s sacred heart was stoked white hot, fed by black coal dug from those rolling hills.

Then the hush of night lifted for a rolling moment: The engineer pulled the whistle cord — releasing a long plaintive chord of a melancholy choir, pitched just so, for to sound softly through the coal-hearted hills of the Blue Ridges as they echoed in quiet reply.

It was my signal: It’s time to sleep.

The nightly ritual chuffed on. Boxcars rumbling on rugged rails. A distant engine roaring by in steam and stoked fire. Waves of lightning bugs that rose and fell in the sticky summer night while foxfire faintly glowed blue in the brambled underbrush. High above the rolling green hills, between the watchful blue mountains, the stars arced past on their tracks of old.

I’ve long lived far from home. Longer still has the now lonesome line been turning to rust. Now I know why the whistle wailed: It was wistfully aware that its last stop was near.

But I still hear the ghostly wail of the whistle past, as the slow steam train of memory glides through the dusk of my soul.
Recalling a childhood memory — a bit of prose for a change of pace.
Well I c-n't
Type with the letter "-"
My puppy fell -sleep on it
So it might t-ke me
- minute to s-y I luv you too
Bec-use his n-se is n-w -n the "-"
I -ctu-lly c-n't use the "-" I need him to w-ke up
In the hush of the twilight, dreams await,
Slumber beckons, the stars narrate.
Lay down your head, let the night enfold,
Rest your bones, let the dreams take hold.

The pillow soft, a cloud in the sky,
Carries you to where the dreamers lie.
Through the night, may peace be your guest,
In the sacred silence, find your rest.

So close your eyes, the journey’s begun,
To the land where dreams and night are one.
May the moonlight guide you through the flight,
Until dawn returns with the morning light.
Sleep is a meditative sanctuary.
silvervi Jan 8
I release the tension in my lower body.
I accept all sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my upper body.
I accept the sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my eyes and I close them.
Breath in, long breath out.
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