I close the shades, but wait
The lightshow starts at 1
Music comes in at 2
At 3 is the buffet. Chalk full of great dishes
Full and tired I doze off
Time to rest
Sleeplessness is the Gift I ask not for
But grants my imagination a vivacity
That thrives as a plethora of drugs,
And I see thee as a painful love
That I simply cannot return
Its been a while since i've slept well, so expect lots of poetry of all variety in quality
I wait till 4 AM
when the moon comes
to my part of the sky
and illuminates my windowsill
with her silver light
lulls me slowly
I listen to the soft song
with closed eyes
sung by the southern breeze
like gentle wind chimes
The dead letters of Sleep
finally arrive at my postbox desolate
but not long before the neon dial starts screaming,
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S TOO LATE!"
It's too late..
On team insomnia we don't believe in sleep.
I needed a break
What I needed
Was a vacation
From my mind
I bring out a bottle
I keep the ashtray close
I open the northern window
And let in the midnight breeze
A bud lit like a firefly
A lone light in a dark room
Beyond which urban neons
And streetlamps illume
Smoke rises over my head
Like a thought bubble
In a graphic novel
Pages untouched and unturned
The hour of monsters
The rest of humanity rests
While the night shift begins
For the thoughts in my head
Illusory sensations begin
Could it be the spirits?
Or conscious daydreaming
In the middle of the night?
I catch a glimpse
Of a pair of eyes
Hurrying away from the window
As soon as they met mine
My mind is tired
The ****** soothes,
The drink gives warmth
To the parched traveller inside
Cramps in my nerves
Pain in my bones
The bedroom beckons
Its 3AM. It's getting cold
I collapse on the sheets
My mind too dreary
To contemplate, once I sleep
What nightmares await me
I reckon I have resigned
To Fate, this grim Hell
Because I know Tonight
Is coming Tomorrow as well
I have been once before this told
that the true meaning of insane
was to repeat any result
and not have expected the same
and despite all that here i am
with my head in shock and shambles
too fast, too soon, in love again
so much for learning from gambles
whatever i was meant to be
mature or yet another farce
oh torture and its parities
i fear i must with reason part
shall i long for proximity
or pine for needy attention
become nuisance implicitly
face certain, solemn rejection
or should i now hope not at all
bury myself in burning pain
of misery henceforth recall
and enter a state of insane?
i am not a blithering fool
i know that lasting love takes time
that feelings like rain drops will pool
that mind and heart slowly align
yet of no matter what i think
trying truly to go to bed
i know i will not sleep a wink
because you're stuck inside my head
im just trying desperately trying to get this out. for those of you who know this immature, spontaneous feeling, i hope youll forgive the cheesiness. at the very least, if it doesnt end well for me, i promise to write about pizza.
I can't sleep so I write releasing what’s in heart.
Angry, sometimes, echoing tones loud
to wake sleeping reader eyes.
While other times its light and airy
like drifting rainbow clouds that tickle senses.
Ever so often it rhymes inside song,
as if a nightingale whispering in ears.
It may be long like a saga that needs to be said,
as one floats in visions grand.
Or short like a Haiku that makes point fast
so clarity lingers.
I can’t sleep so I burn the night oil which these days becomes the lightbulb that matches moon.
Perhaps one will gander on my hills of phase
below their field of stars
or maybe reader be in slumber readied
in morning light to open my gate title.
Either way Its way past my bedtime and my dreams they do await... Farewell
What keeps you up at night little one?
Is it the silence of the night?
Or is it the rush of voices?
Trying to fight there way out?
What makes you uneasy young one?
Is it the questions left unanswered?
Or the Sadness left by the day?
Maybe its something or maybe nothing.
So what keeps you awake young one?