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Nosy 3d
I toss, I turn.
My blankets—too warm,
then too cold,
like storms across my skin.
My thoughts go.

Never silence—
just a pain burning behind my eyes,
a mind wired
to a clock not built
for this reality.

I get up and circle my room,
Sit down, play a tune,
Write my ghosts onto paper,
Reshape my pillow.

A breeze,
a hum,
a passing car—
all rise like ghosts,
but none loud enough
to drown the ones in my head.

“Please be quiet,”
I whisper to my mind.
But instead,
it grins and says:

“Remember what you did 10 years ago?”
“Wasn’t that moment strange? Embarrassing? Wrong?”

I give no reaction.
I’ve learned:
engagement feeds them.
So I lie there,
Handing off insane,
hoping the ceiling swallows me whole
And take away my pain.

I cannot shut off—
not until I’m lowered, into a silence
Surrounded by the mournful,
deep enough to dull the thoughts,
until I’m sealed away
and my mind finally softens.
i toss and turn,
unable to sleep
away from you --
you,
my safe place.

my home.
sleepless nights..
date wrote: 14/7
Jeremy Betts Jun 21
There's no love
And there's no hate
But what is left for me to feel
Is too complicated to calculate
Impossible to translate
In this hearts present state
A mind entwined
A jumbled mess
Shrouded in a new darkness
Nights turn sleepless
As I become a man possessed
By the hopeless

©2025
Aaamour Jun 20
Sleepless nights
Never ending thoughts
All of my life lost
Reminding time never stops

Heart full of love
Mind filled with pain
Too late now to express
All of it goes in vain

Unsent letters, Lay by my side
Once filled with love
Now fills me with pain
To get out of this, I can't find a way

Starts, I see in the sky
Shining even when it's dark
Telling me it's fine
To be better next time



I am shining too

I reply
 no one sees me shining

in these vast skies

The room is dark and cold
Slowly sleep unfolds
To wake up in the morning again
With nothing to gain
mysterie Jun 19
the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head

her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids.

every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always

the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it
i hope she knows how much she makes me spiral, ive never wrote poetry. ever. this is new, because of her.

date wrote: 19/6/25
Zywa Jun 17
I do feel peaceful,

however, in my longing --


I can't sleep at all.
Composition "Schlaflos (Notenbrief für Mathilde Wesendonck)" for piano ("Sleepless (Letter in notes for Mathilde Wesendonck)", 1856, Richard Wagner), performed by Geerten van de Wetering on ***** in the Organpark on April 14th, 2024

Collection "org ANP ark" #186
Soph Jun 15
I always like to sleep
Because otherwise
I’m tired
And feel so deep
All day
All night

But with you
I’d stay up all night
Until we see the light
Of the sun rising
And it’s surprising
How together
We can stay awake
All day
All night

And I’d do it
Again and again
All over
Every time
For you
All day
All night
Dedicated to my best friend Mia
Arthur Vaso Mar 30
I rather sticks and stones
words mean too much to me
a poet embracing ugliness
to be called it once
is a sword in the stomach
to be called it twice
a thousand arrows in the heart
to lose a friend
dreadful is this agony
to be blind
yet to see inside
misery
There are many sleepless nights for me..
Nights spent pondering what Linux distro to install next..
Nights spent wondering if my parents are gonna find out again.
Nights spent wondering... "Will my boyfriend break up with me"..
But then my alters tell me.. "Go to sleep Elizabeth. Quit worrying."
But I never seem to listen...
And the cycle goes on and on..
I'm back.. Considering deleting most of my socials.
Also, if you dont know what an alter is, look it up. its part of a disorder called DID which i am suspsected to have.
Arthur Vaso Mar 10
Thirsty, I have no **** or hoof
a small tree over a shimmering spring
the oasis
I succulently devour the water
every drop
a sensual desire for life
it quenches my body and soul
the water is your voice
softly falling on my ears
like a waterfall
cascading vibrations over the sadness
you never have to worry
you see?
I will always need water
only the camel will die
you are the pearl
that will live forever
in my memory
Confession: I listen to Turkish music
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