III 14m
My dream catchers
Must be defective,

    I still see you every night.
Lily 5h
9:30 pm
You texted me you loved me,
That you’d never leave me,
And I answered back
With the same.

10:30 pm
I sent a you a cute picture,
Of two cats cuddling,
And I said it was us.
No answer.

11:30 pm
I sent you an inside joke,
Hoping you would look at your phone
And laugh and smile your amazing smile.
No answer.

12:30 am
I found myself in the shower,
Fighting an anxiety attack,
Maybe I’m stupid to worry, but there was
No answer.

1:30 am
I told you I was going to bed,
That I was going to try to sleep.
Even to my good night text, there was
No answer.

4:30 am
I’m still awake, I can’t sleep,
Wondering where you are, if something’s wrong.
I know I shouldn’t worry, but there was
No answer.

9:30 am
No good morning text from you,
So I send you one instead,
Hoping you will respond and there won’t be
No answer.

11:30 am
Still no answer, my frazzled mind thinking
You’re in the hospital somewhere,
And that I heard your last words a long time ago, because
There was no text.
Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"

One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated

Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?

Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate

Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?

Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick

Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive

Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door

Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free

Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu

Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone

Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?
scarlett 15h
i wake in the morning
with an ache from dreaming of you
looking at me the way you used to
holding me the way you did
making me feel like no one else could
i should just get high so i dont have to feel this
i only have dreams when i go to sleep sober
zeebee 17h
zzz
exhaustion
bone-deep
i can't fight it
it pulls at my lungs
constantly,
trying and trying
to make me succumb.

i know it's right.
i do not sleep enough
but i don't remember
what it feels like
to be fully awake-
a time when fatigue did not weigh me down,
lost in my childhood amnesia.

exhaustion
my conscious mind
drifting gently like
a sandstorm in an hourglass.
i am not strong enough.
it forces my body
to submit
to the weight of my
tired eyelids.

exhaustion is the constant of my current existence
will i ever sleep long enough
to be free of it's power?
Alex 21h
In my space I remain.
Surrounded by the buzzing of technology.
Every night the same.
Lit by the glow of a screen.
Strange as it may seem,
I like it.
The world sleeps while I'm awake.
No background noise, the silence mine to take.
How do I use it?
Do I fill it with music?
Or let idle thoughts be my amusement?
The minutes slip by and hours crawl past.
Sunrise inhibits my fruitless tasks.
And as the birds begin their song, I'll shut my eyes, and dream along.
clever 21h
Sometimes it seems like my nightmares last longer than my sleep.
Then I realize that I never slept at all.
Lily 1d
My fingers flit over the keys,
Possessed by a mind of their own.
The smooth plastic of the letters,
The small bumps on F and J,
The overused comma key,
All are alive.
The laptop understands me, it’s an
Extension of my fingers.
Without trying, my thoughts flow,
Gracefully, effortlessly, tirelessly, they flow.
The harsh light of the screen produces an
Almost alien-like glow, shrouding my face
In unnatural radiance, leaving it flushed.
Yet the darkness of the room is all around me,
The stillness of my surroundings haunts me.
I am the only thing alive,
The only thing still awake at this ghastly hour.
I know if I shut down, turn off the glow,
I will be left alone in this gloominess.
The computer makes me feel wanted,
Secure, safe, protected.
I must get my words out, I must tell the world
What I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, what I am.
Before the world turns to darkness...
Our gun.


Something bad, trying to be good;
Inside of us lies our own gun.


Seeking peace within my dreams,
But there is no sleeping for me.


Looking to love; to have love we must love.
Inside of us lies our own gun.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I want this to be the last time I cry myself to sleep.
Even though I know it won’t.
I want to stop missing you.
I don’t know if I ever will.
I want to sleep peacefully at night.
My head won’t let me.
I want to stop my head from leading to you.
But what if that’s where I’m suppose to be?

I don’t want anymore sleepless nights with you on my mind.

                        With love,
                              Anonymous
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