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Jay M Sep 26
Dawn breaks
Eyelids struggle
Coffee smell
Awful but awakening
Slightly
So
Decisions made in seconds

Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up

Shake off the dream
Dance into the waking world
Twirl me around
Like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer
Spiraling towards nothing
Yet going somewhere of significance

Make me laugh
Make me smile
Make me move for a while
Just please keep me awake

Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up

So
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!

Shake off the dream
Dance into the waking world
Twirl me around
Like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer
Spiraling towards nothing
Yet going somewhere of significance

Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up

So…
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!

I’m outta control!
Just let it roll!
Oh, wake me up now!
Woah…

Spiraling somewhere
Falling around
Dancing like never before
Keep me awake
Make me laugh
But just don’t let me sleep!

So
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!

Wake the hell up!

- Jay M
September 26th, 2019
I'm tired as hell, so this is to wake me the hell up.
It's about me pumping my leg to keep myself awake, then my friends making me laugh which wakes me up. Then I decided to just make myself laugh to stay awake. As some say, laughter is the best medicine.
I was raised to protect the throne of the king
A warrior summoned to slice everything
Fighting for years a battle not mine
If polished my skills, it made me shine

I cannot count the lives I've taken
Nor the screams of children I've been slayin'
All I remember was the sword I'm swinging
Under the rainy sky, I felt like drowning

How can I be a hero of my country?
When only few of us returns home out of many
This has nothing to do with fate and destiny
This is clearly a product of a greedy authority

I was once a coward, couldn't face the truth
Being just a knight, it ruined my youth
Wearing this armor symbolizes my dignity
I took it off, it sent me to reality.

- SHADOWS
Nigdaw Jul 3
I am tired;
As a man on a journey
Whose only home is carried on his back,
As a poet who has nothing
But an empty mind and a page that is blank,
As a child born into poverty
With no future and no going back.

It grips me, weighing me
Like a puppy in a sack,
The dark river beckons
Ready to devour,
The cold grip of death
From a breath,
I cannot quite catch.

I am tired
That no rest can cure,
No sleep can quench
No meal can nourish,
No vista uplift,
Tired of existence
To the core of my being.
Chronic fatigue syndrome: a medical condition of unknown cause, with fever, aching, and prolonged tiredness and depression, typically occurring after a viral infection.
Ceyhun Mahi Jun 23
I want to fly into the skies,
like nightingales
and rest on roses
with my tender being.
Now my mind lies
on each leaf,
like shadows do in the summer.

If I could only tell
all my worries to myself,
because I am chained to tiredness,
and so cannot talk,
let alone sing about them.
Chris Jun 9
Savor sorrow despite nights feeling forever as lessons need be learned. Favor feeling what is real.

Fallen apart we fickle hearts are within ourselves pride is the genesis of the mindset we set willingly as a sworn nemesis.. Fear not the maimed resolute mind of one who has built lives of love via selflessness til no resources remained..

Only know we have felt ourselves fall. Fought to lose it all..

Built stability to witness what we have made real fly through hells until pain of impact forces us off course.

Good intentions are the vessel of our pain soaring flawlessly but rushing to find happiness far too fast.. This wayward vessel of ours always crashes..

And burns to ashes..
Sieq May 22
I stay between the cursed worlds
And every face around looks so gross
My mouth bleed, I can not say a word
A wounded heart was teared apart and lost.

A stay alone in hateful place
And every detail here makes me cry
I had a childish dreams with naive gaze
But now everything I want to die.

I am so young but I’m not beautiful enough
And nobody will love me till the end of time
I used to it. But why my face is still so rough?
I want to leave that way and find another line.

How can I be so weak and so pathetic?
Such detestable silly nebbish fool
Walk on the sharpest pieces of the glass is my aesthetic
And all my efforts are reduced to null.
Oasis May 21
I crawled quietly off the day's activity
My head was still banging hard like the hit of a starved lover boy
Coupled with the blessing of downpour upon the earth some hours before

Retiring to my spacious room with nothing but the beauty of a carpet
Upon the supposed protection of my duvet

A merrying sound of some uninvited guests dancing towards my crib
They all beamed so well with a sweet smile on their face

Their chants wasn't victorious as it supposed to be
But a beautiful chants of conspiracy and rebellion
I cannot be a target I murmured under my large cover

Yeeh!!!

I'm hurt

They all drag my flesh among each other
This is unfair
My heart cry for help but my mouth has been muted
It was suppose to be a celebration of whatever
But here they are feasting on my already tiring body

How come you all want to feast but forget your meal at home
I asked one thousand and one times
I hope I will find something within me when the sunrise

Upon this sadness
I laid myself totally for their evil party

© Wale **** 2019
imtooawake May 5
Don't get me wrong...
It's not terrible
It just makes me to question some situations
Whether should it be this way?
Whether should you accept this?

Yesterday I was furious and sad
So sad and so furious that
I cried myself to sleep.
I hoped when I woke up, it would be gone.

But it isn't. It is worse.
So much worse.

I can't stop thinking about it.
It's like a bathtub which is being filled by water.
You can't stop it until it's full.

The question is - what will I do when I will be full?
Marla Apr 16
This path on which I've come so far,
It has neglected my condition and left me tired.
The fire within is fleeting like a dim star
As these legs move like thinned wires.
Premonitions of the precognitive sort
Project into my dearest slumbers
To lend a communicative report
Concerning the sweetest of encounters.
But that future seems so far away
And my will to move forward
May waver towards the end of days.

Yet happenstance will show me my way,
She hardly leads the lost astray.
Beana Feb 2
You know your life is crazy
When getting eight hours of sleep is like
a daisy in a field of dandelions

You know your life is crazy
When you get eight hours of sleep and think
you must be forgetting something

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting eight hours of sleep
on a weekday is too much

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting the recommended amount of sleep
on a weekday means something is wrong
because it's just not normal

You think your life is crazy
When you walk around half dead from tiredness
But is it really crazy when everyone else around you is the same?
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