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Avaleen Jun 2018
Don’t fall asleep darling,
your life is much too brilliant to miss any of it.
-and a life of brilliance is worth staying awake for
Beaux Jun 2018
It's never dark enough.
Light slips through the window
From the street lights and the stars.

It's never quiet enough.
Sound pushes through the walls
From the roads and the houses.

It's never warm enough.
Cold seeps through the blankets
From the wind and the fear.

It's never lonely enough.
Voices whisper through the dark
From the shadows and the corners.

It's never enough.
I'm awake through the night
From sundown to sunrise.
I can't sleep
Meera Jun 2018
You spend your nights tossing and turning on your creaky bed
You hug your demons like a teddy bear
You try to hush your cries for sometime
But still a tear or two escape from your eyes
You attempt to think about the old happy times
But you can't evade the darkness that surrounds you
Sleep has abandoned you like your lost love
And all you do is stare at the ceiling above
You are broken tormented and terrified
In a vicious circle of emptiness and sufferings
You crave for the warmth of your lover's arms
But all you get is the coldness of your bed
For tonight, my friend let the moon be our messenger
Through it lets talk about our broken hearts, lost love and shattered dreams
Let's talk about the pain that clouds our eyes
Let's share the warm hugs of kindness
Amidst this pain, let's not forget that we are warriors
Souls who refuse to give in
We'll fight against our demons like the warriors we are
We'll rise above this world once and for all
Never give up
bc Jun 2018
How to ensure that you’ll never sleep again:
Halfway wake to a tickle
Decide you’re dreaming, and ignore it
Almost asleep again...
Feel another tickle
Grab for back of neck
Feel a definite something
Colm Jun 2018
All that a man wants
     But does not have.
Can be traced back
     To him, indefinitely.

Because all that a man
     Is required to do
Is to speak the truth.

And to ask with an open
     Honest heart
With a fearless
     Mindful propensity.
From the Sleepless Feet collection.

On a personal note...hahaha.
Colm Jun 2018
No rain has left my eyes like this
For many present days

No water puddling beneath
No need for mist

But today...
Today one raindrop fell to my right

And for the life of me
I couldn't wish it away
From the Sleepless Feet collection.

And a true story. Captured in about a minute before being wiped away.
Savannah Mason Jun 2018
From midnight to morning
Words come with no warning
They eack and they squeak
They beg to speak
There's poems and stories
And all sorts of glories
There’s worries and cares
And waves of despairs
There’s love and ache
And fear of heart break
The thoughts in my head
Beg to be read
These valuable words
Want to be heard
But as the clock ticks and tocks
I lay still like a rock
And as if there’s no warning
Midnight becomes morning
I wake from my slumber
And always wonder
Why words that haunted my night
slip away at first light.
florida Jun 2018
do you ever miss the rain?

which one?

that one.

yeah i do.

the simple feelings of safety

the smell of the rain

the similarity of home

where you didnt care about technicality

or psychology

when nobody cared about each other but felt home

do you miss the old screen?

you mean the OS?

no the screen

where it was simple but complex

the feeling of the rain mixed

feeling of friends

not that feeling

the other feeling

the similarity of the old layout

not old the better one

yeah the better one

where it seemed as if you knew it for so long

but you didn't

when everyone was innocent

no sketches

playing at home with no pressure

with a head that stops when you stop

the feeling of feeling as if the adults know everything out there

where you felt as if being sad was just a myth

miss the old room?

which one?

the magical one

where your imagination ruled the emptiness

now filled with a head that is technical as it can be

why?

because maturing

looking at the abyss called reality

where everybody is a child

being an adult is just a myth

everybody feels alone, feels selfish, trying to wisen up

they can’t

because you just can't

wise people aren't wise

they aren't adults

they are just children

acting like adults

people want to get on top

why?

because

why?

why not?

everybody looks up to you

everybody obeys to your rules

they aren't forced to or obliged to

they just do

why?

because they are searching for an example of an adult

they search for a person to look up to that no one can look down on you for

but when you are the person on top

you still feel alone

you don't feel complete

you feel like a child

but then you look for another person to look up to

there are no other

so the cycle continues

everybody stomping on each other

we are on top of a flying rock and everyone is focused on looking down upon people with different imaginary views

why?

why not just have fun?

do you ever miss the rain?

which one?
made this one way too early in the morning. had a lot of questions about life that needed answering.
Josephine Zecena May 2018
The night sky glistens under the cold pearl moon
As my eyes stay solemnly open knowing the rise of the high sun at noon
Every nerve,
Shaken with a vibrant wake.
One so distinct in purity
It’s that of cupids delicious bake.
The flour itself, made from opiates so strong and untamed
Leaving one with distorted chatter and forgetful of thy name
Oh how this tooth aches
For such perfection one cannot take
At the peak of night when one so early must wake
Vulnerable to the mysterious night
Hoping tomorrows day will bring a nibble or a bite
Oh lord i cry!
Give me sleep on such restless of lovers nights
Lonely on Valentine’s night without my paramour.
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