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I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it. Blue Heart You were 18, so many years in front of you. It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go. I saw it in your sunken eyes. The vacant stare and sad dark eyes. I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night. So much going around but you were too calm too collected. too inside your mind for us. I knew that blank expression from experience All too well. You screamed for help silent and loud I reached for your hand but you f e   l    l You were poised and calm Broken but full of love. All I wanted to do was help you. you were standing still when the world went on and it did go on, it did, without you. When you were standing there at the edge I wondered about you, all in my head. We were short lived, a friendship that was fast. You came, changed me, then you left. it came and went in a flash. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not cross with you. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no Your color was blue Blue heart, blue veins Blue is the color of our planet from far far away we wore it proud it was all for you, a blue solemn silence. and the world spun fast and all the people hurried fast, real fast and no one ever smiled. You weren’t all there, in that head of yours. dark and empty you were sad but you lived like you would die tomorrow tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Meeting you was bitter you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache you put me through shame and shock All I wanted was you by my side, and you there was not. Meeting you was sweet you gave me smiles and laughs, good music and thoughts you gave me a feeling of friendship and care. All I wanted was you by my side, but you were not there. You were poised and calm, you rubbed off on me. I was hyped and excited you called me “ADHD” You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere, with **** in the glove compartment. but you didn’t care. Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud. You drove in silence, thinking no doubt. You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade when we were together you took me away. I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves. We talked about the world We talked about life You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve. Whoever planted that seed had some **** nerve you wrote like me but I wrote for myself you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not mad. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no When you were gone I read and I read i wanted to know exactly when you felt what you felt. You called me your jav friend you called me your angel You are up there watching over me I yelled and screamed I couldn’t breathe. I shut them out, I cursed at you. I hated you I cried for you I only see you in my head Dreaming once and a while of your smile, of your eyes but they are never dark they are never sad they are never empty The vacant stare is not there. your hair is a giant mess and I freeze that moment right there. You said you were alone you said it was a secret you asked me about my darkest and you told me all your secrets I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon. tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Now I wear a band on my wrist and pray for your peace that is all I have left, but you mean so much to me. I hope you are happy, I hope your journey has ended and you found what you wanted My heart was once broken but soon if all this is true it will be mended.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Blue Heart
I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it. Blue Heart You were 18, so many years in front of you. It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go. I saw it in your sunken eyes. The vacant stare and sad dark eyes. I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night. So much going around but you were too calm too collected. too inside your mind for us. I knew that blank expression from experience All too well. You screamed for help silent and loud I reached for your hand but you f e   l    l You were poised and calm Broken but full of love. All I wanted to do was help you. you were standing still when the world went on and it did go on, it did, without you. When you were standing there at the edge I wondered about you, all in my head. We were short lived, a friendship that was fast. You came, changed me, then you left. it came and went in a flash. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not cross with you. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no Your color was blue Blue heart, blue veins Blue is the color of our planet from far far away we wore it proud it was all for you, a blue solemn silence. and the world spun fast and all the people hurried fast, real fast and no one ever smiled. You weren’t all there, in that head of yours. dark and empty you were sad but you lived like you would die tomorrow tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Meeting you was bitter you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache you put me through shame and shock All I wanted was you by my side, and you there was not. Meeting you was sweet you gave me smiles and laughs, good music and thoughts you gave me a feeling of friendship and care. All I wanted was you by my side, but you were not there. You were poised and calm, you rubbed off on me. I was hyped and excited you called me “ADHD” You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere, with **** in the glove compartment. but you didn’t care. Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud. You drove in silence, thinking no doubt. You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade when we were together you took me away. I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves. We talked about the world We talked about life You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve. Whoever planted that seed had some **** nerve you wrote like me but I wrote for myself you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not mad. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no When you were gone I read and I read i wanted to know exactly when you felt what you felt. You called me your jav friend you called me your angel You are up there watching over me I yelled and screamed I couldn’t breathe. I shut them out, I cursed at you. I hated you I cried for you I only see you in my head Dreaming once and a while of your smile, of your eyes but they are never dark they are never sad they are never empty The vacant stare is not there. your hair is a giant mess and I freeze that moment right there. You said you were alone you said it was a secret you asked me about my darkest and you told me all your secrets I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon. tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Now I wear a band on my wrist and pray for your peace that is all I have left, but you mean so much to me. I hope you are happy, I hope your journey has ended and you found what you wanted My heart was once broken but soon if all this is true it will be mended.
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lightning flashes across the sky like dreams through space
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Dreams
. I've stared... Longingly forever into you You'd stare back but you never really knew Hands of hours, minutes and seconds I've shook All the time I've carelessly took I've witnessed... That etched on each one, that amazing smile A crutch forged of sunrays that had carried me many a mile It's all that I have to know of you In this endless chase I've sought to pursue I've envisioned... Different ways you'd wear your crown Various trimmings on lavish gowns Smitten by the way you sport your paint The nectarous song sung in your gait ever so faint I've imagined... The addictive rise and fall of your every breath Bringing me back to life after every death Pulses of sweet nothings that never did ebb Ensnaring my heart with your silk spun web I've believed... You are the queen of my future tale untold I've felt it so real like verses written in bold But I've awakened from slumber into terrifying reality Pains me to realise that you're nothing but imaginary...
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Imaginary
The deer are buried up to their necks in the sandy soil the struggle for purchase frees them into a pack of black wolves jaws
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
The deer
Algebras never Been my strong suit anyways But dreaming has been
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Haiku #5
Never stop dreaming... Sometimes dreams are the only thing that a person has
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Dreams
Last night I had a dream that you died. Everyone we knew came, said their I’m-so-sorry’s, and left, filtering out the front door slowly like sand through a sideways sifter, leaving behind pieces, words and memories and casseroles I could not taste. And the whole time everyone was here, you were here, too. I could hear you, smell you, feel you. I could feel you surrounding me like the ghost of the baby blanket I once had and could never leave at home. I loved you here and here you would stay, with me, and now you would never leave. I could keep you. You were bound to me. But the ties that bind are tight and you did not like me leaving. You could not go with me and you accidentally and without words by holding, enveloping, suffocating you told me that you did not want me to ever leave again. So I stopped. I stopped leaving. And the calls stopped, too. The invites. The lunches. The impromptu trips to town. All unnecessary noise. The people left. And then it was just you and me. Until one day I saw what you had done. Tripping I glanced in the mirror and saw. You had etched yourself into my face. Dug with your nails terrifying ravines escaping the corners of my eyes. Pulled down my mouth and every shallow natural valley turned to deep empty bowl, hungry and wanting. My eyes no longer held light. I saw this, all evidence against you, and I still loved you. You had hurt me in ways you never had while you were here – here – and I knew. And I still loved you. Slinking up the stairs I called you to me. I felt you surround faster than before and closer, tighter, colder. Suffocating, stifling and so destructive in how you loved me. Slowly but faster I grew to know I would not become you and you would not become me. We were stuck on other sides of the mirror. I was so angry at what you had allowed me made me begged me to become. Realizing I gasped and put hand to heart it hurt so. I stood upright how long have I been bent took in one long deep breath of stuffy air how long since I opened the windows and called you to me when have I last heard a voice not my own called you to listen. I felt the loss of everything else friends family adventure excitement. Nothing was left of that here and I was so angry and I am so sorry and I yelled       I screamed       I roared why are you still here why are you making me like you why did you come here and hold me and keep me here with you I am not the one who is dead and I said and I regret and I am so sorry I can’t have you here go away and leave me alone and you did. You left me all alone. Why would you leave me?
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Leaving
Last night I had a dream that you died. Everyone we knew came, said their I’m-so-sorry’s, and left, filtering out the front door slowly like sand through a sideways sifter, leaving behind pieces, words and memories and casseroles I could not taste. And the whole time everyone was here, you were here, too. I could hear you, smell you, feel you. I could feel you surrounding me like the ghost of the baby blanket I once had and could never leave at home. I loved you here and here you would stay, with me, and now you would never leave. I could keep you. You were bound to me. But the ties that bind are tight and you did not like me leaving. You could not go with me and you accidentally and without words by holding, enveloping, suffocating you told me that you did not want me to ever leave again. So I stopped. I stopped leaving. And the calls stopped, too. The invites. The lunches. The impromptu trips to town. All unnecessary noise. The people left. And then it was just you and me. Until one day I saw what you had done. Tripping I glanced in the mirror and saw. You had etched yourself into my face. Dug with your nails terrifying ravines escaping the corners of my eyes. Pulled down my mouth and every shallow natural valley turned to deep empty bowl, hungry and wanting. My eyes no longer held light. I saw this, all evidence against you, and I still loved you. You had hurt me in ways you never had while you were here – here – and I knew. And I still loved you. Slinking up the stairs I called you to me. I felt you surround faster than before and closer, tighter, colder. Suffocating, stifling and so destructive in how you loved me. Slowly but faster I grew to know I would not become you and you would not become me. We were stuck on other sides of the mirror. I was so angry at what you had allowed me made me begged me to become. Realizing I gasped and put hand to heart it hurt so. I stood upright how long have I been bent took in one long deep breath of stuffy air how long since I opened the windows and called you to me when have I last heard a voice not my own called you to listen. I felt the loss of everything else friends family adventure excitement. Nothing was left of that here and I was so angry and I am so sorry and I yelled       I screamed       I roared why are you still here why are you making me like you why did you come here and hold me and keep me here with you I am not the one who is dead and I said and I regret and I am so sorry I can’t have you here go away and leave me alone and you did. You left me all alone. Why would you leave me?
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romanticize our problems until they are colored in pink and purple hues baby blue mornings filled with you fantasize our perfect life together what if reality is the fake coffee, music, and solitude can be found any Saturday safely in your arms awoken by kisses soft and gentle until clothes end up getting lost somewhere dancing around the living room in our pajamas, without masks on I wish this was still true but this is not reality, this is not truth this is me romanticizing past loving like dreaming of Paris in the rain
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Paris In The Rain
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
good night moon
* *Like a Marvel of the Phoenix All ends with begin-nings What keeps the Force spinning (uh) X-Force is beginning...*   *We have let go...and feel-ing Mex-i-co Let's raise the Bell, serving tacos, escape this Hell?* * * *"She's up and hungry for fun, I'm up all night to eat some She's up all night so let's run We're up all night to eat tacos...* * * *We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *Taco Bell, it sets no hours... ...and it's raining, -taco showers? What is this I'm feeling? Seeing tacos on my ceiling?* * * *We've come too far to give up who we are So… * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * ...Taco Bell allow guns inside? * * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *"We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos....* * *...Taco Bell allow guns inside?
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Deadpool(Taco Bell) Dafty
* *Like a Marvel of the Phoenix All ends with begin-nings What keeps the Force spinning (uh) X-Force is beginning...*   *We have let go...and feel-ing Mex-i-co Let's raise the Bell, serving tacos, escape this Hell?* * * *"She's up and hungry for fun, I'm up all night to eat some She's up all night so let's run We're up all night to eat tacos...* * * *We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *Taco Bell, it sets no hours... ...and it's raining, -taco showers? What is this I'm feeling? Seeing tacos on my ceiling?* * * *We've come too far to give up who we are So… * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * ...Taco Bell allow guns inside? * * *"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun Stayed up all night to eat one Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos...* * * *"We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... I'm up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos... We're up all night to eat tacos....* * *...Taco Bell allow guns inside?
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I wished for you excessively.   greedily.      immeasurably. I craved you for days on end and finally,    finally. I got to see the way your lips form around the precipice    of my name; I felt your hand on my waist as your touch provokes every minute nerve         in my body; I drowned myself in the      depth of your eyes that glisten with wonder as you           decipher the spell you've cast upon me and how it speaks volumes of every    fairytale ever made; and I have had a taste of all of this     I've had you     right within my breadth, just until the warmth     of the rising sun   kissed my eyelids awake, like the tender whisper of the            cosmos or the discordant bellowing of the void    as it reminds me:       You are unattainable. Right then again I was able to      comprehend that you will remain an illusion to me       until our paths cross once more    and in that moment, nothing will be capable of surpassing       the bewitchment    the resplendence the luminance of the mere reality that is you
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Play
Welcome to the dream catcher But don't linger long Lest you want to stay To find your dreams Gone
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Dream Catcher
i stayed up all night waiting for a text from you. sunlight knocked on my bedroom window, but i just shut it out once again... i refuse to let anything other than u in you know, i could never fall asleep properly until i heard from you... so i guess you could say i haven’t gotten much sleep these past few months. i have been staring at my ceiling for so long, trying to picture us together again, that i’ve nearly forgotten what the rest of the world looks like. i never thought the day would come where my longing for you would bring me nothing but misery, but here i am, staring at my ceiling, the sunlight is starting to creep in on me... so i guess it’s time for me to close my blinds again.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Text Me
whisk me away on a ship that's not there. To an island full of gators! that have been covered in hair. exploring misty mountains! and climbing epic trees! diving to the bottom, of the air in the breeze. imagine a life like that, think of life full of tales! fighting great monsters, that has a full nine tails! take me away to a life just with you, to a world of bickering, but never between two. now the Lord calls us in, to sleep in her kites. dreams of flying high, and falling in love with the night. as you dream away beneath me, I wonder sad and clear. what comes of tomorrow, if the air is mighty queer? do we stay inside our castle and find an evil spy? or go outside in the gales? and let our imagination, take flight.
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
imagination is like a kite
I love the times when he’s playful, and I find he stimulates my mind. He sang a pretty song just to me, and I tried my hardest not to cry. I dreamt of holding him close last night, I was craving the warmth of his skin. In the dream I tasted every inch, and nothing mattered but his touch. I woke up and thought that I knew bliss, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. I need him close by for one more kiss, so I think I'll stay in my daydream with him.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Stay
Godless godly engine Dreams its fuel for entertainment and call it at art
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
googles dreams
Love doesn't die over night but the dreams you grew and planted with one another do. One day you wake up and his scent drenches your skin but other then that there is no trace of him.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
RIP our dreams
You feel like you're a million miles away far from me at another place where I can't be. I wish I could see you. I wish I knew what your voice sounded like. Let the ocean waves roll over and let the sun set so the stars will appear, and be my guide to you. I just haven't met you yet, but when I do I'll never leave your arms because you'll be my coming home. In the dead of morning you'll be there with two cups of tea. There wouldn't be anything I didn't love about you. I hope your eyes shine when you look at the world. You notice how there is so much to explore and you'll be left craving more. You'd suggest we adventure out and I would already have your bags pack and be halfway out the door. I would never get mad at you. Not even when you spill your coffee all over my poetry. I'll smile and kiss your frown away telling you that it's okay. There isn't anything I wouldn't tell you. We'd bury our secrets together in our backyard garden. We would sleep so close together at night, fearing the edge of the bed. We would everything and nothing. We would never let our love for each other grow hungry. The stars always shine brighter when I think about you. Do you see how they shine? That is all for you. I know I'm still young but I can't wait to meet you one day. I know you're out there dreaming about the day you'll meet someone. I hope that person you think about is me. Even though you don't know me yet. But that day will come and it'll go down in history books, trust me.
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
You're My Coming Home
You feel like you're a million miles away far from me at another place where I can't be. I wish I could see you. I wish I knew what your voice sounded like. Let the ocean waves roll over and let the sun set so the stars will appear, and be my guide to you. I just haven't met you yet, but when I do I'll never leave your arms because you'll be my coming home. In the dead of morning you'll be there with two cups of tea. There wouldn't be anything I didn't love about you. I hope your eyes shine when you look at the world. You notice how there is so much to explore and you'll be left craving more. You'd suggest we adventure out and I would already have your bags pack and be halfway out the door. I would never get mad at you. Not even when you spill your coffee all over my poetry. I'll smile and kiss your frown away telling you that it's okay. There isn't anything I wouldn't tell you. We'd bury our secrets together in our backyard garden. We would sleep so close together at night, fearing the edge of the bed. We would everything and nothing. We would never let our love for each other grow hungry. The stars always shine brighter when I think about you. Do you see how they shine? That is all for you. I know I'm still young but I can't wait to meet you one day. I know you're out there dreaming about the day you'll meet someone. I hope that person you think about is me. Even though you don't know me yet. But that day will come and it'll go down in history books, trust me.
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He's so beautiful when he's sleeping. And even though his eyes are closed I can tell he's dreaming. He's smiling while he's sleeping. And even though he may not know it I can see him beaming. His eyes are bright when he is sleeping. And though his eye lids try to hide them I can feel his soft eyes gleaming. I shouldn’t watch him sleeping. For if he wakes and sees me here He'll know that I was looking. Is it strange I watched as he was sleeping? It's just when he sleeps he looks so happy, And he's warm and soft when he's sleeping. I shouldn’t watch him sleeping. For I look really silly here And there's a chance he's peeping. I want to touch his face a-sleeping. But we are not alone in here And the others'll think I'm creeping. I love to see his face a-sleeping. And it pains my heart to know he knows Others find his face appalling. I can't wait 'till he's done sleeping. I want to hear his voice like thunder But right now he is sleeping. I can't wait 'till he's done sleeping. I want to see his eyes of fire But right now he is sleeping. I want not to bother him, or wake him while he's sleeping. I just want to watch him 'cause He's beautiful when he's sleeping. #13_3/31/13
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
He's Beautiful When He's Sleeping
I saw you swimming in my teacup I sipped and tasted so much bitterness in this teabag, Pieces of my heart crushed and dehydrated As I hear the raindrops continue to dance in the same puddles they created Promises that we have broken I have to add sugar and a little bit of tear In my cup of tea, I saw you floating I took a teaspoon and shove you deeper into a whirlpool that reminded me how much I was a fool for you, I have to finish it all Lined my throat in bittersweet guilt Swallowed them all and ah! a sigh of relief I must be dreaming -Tea, Margaret Austin Go
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Tea
On a clear sky night The sound of harmonica dancing By the angles of the Moon Drum pounds  widespread Waves floating in an ecstatic pace The quiet bay listened with radiant Shells Star specks lit sky humming The Earth murmuring deeply Pines reverberating in back chorus Kids giggling around trippin' in thick dark Tripping over some minor rocks, happy to Embrace the unexpected music, dogs wiggling Heavenly carousel shining upon their faces Theater dreaming  of the joyfull now This exuberant laughter unsyncopated Steps rhythm fading on their paths Instruments put down, sounds of Crickets, bare naked, two plunges
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
Harmonica and Drum
I'm laying on the floor at 1:37am on a tuesday, or maybe wednesday. the vents are reeking of that dog again. Blanketed by only a scented candle I see shadows, it resembles residue a stained glass ceiling. There is an ache between my shoulders as I contemplate living, or sleeping but that's always been the same thing. As I listen to the showering upstairs, I try to find ways to speak in words that have nothing to do with you.
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Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 5:33 AM UTC
Drowning in reverie
Living under time management ideas As if the decision was ours Night time seems never ideal No time to question  schedules or hours Insomnia has chosen me Ignoring these standards And if it was on me To chose her or not And if I had the power To decide my living fate I would still be married to her Because insomnia keeps you awake She loves your eyelashes Moving up and down What else could I choose other than those who love me? And insomnia will keep you awake No intention to bother, maybe No intention to creep down your tense shoulders And still I would choose her Sans hesitation No other temptation Because Night time is for the hungry Night time won’t tell you you are wasting time Night time is the ring insomnia carried the day she proposed And so I sometimes wear the ring It’s cold and simple Nothing interesting for those who have decided to dream with their eyes closed But to me, night time has no boundaries The ring fits us well The poets and the thinkers But beware because this ring is also carried by the harmful They steal the ring off a thinker once in a while They are silent and could be watching you Not owning their personal marriage to Insomnia Only thinking to commit selfish acts Waiting for you to forget about the ring and the vowel Waiting for you to manage the little time He’s told you own Beware of being awake too He could confuse you with the harmful man Because you are awake and only those who chose to ignore the imaginative scarcity of time are made to start a revolution for life So sleep tomorrow, or the next week Because tonight is all you have guaranteed as your thinking time.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Insomnia
Living under time management ideas As if the decision was ours Night time seems never ideal No time to question  schedules or hours Insomnia has chosen me Ignoring these standards And if it was on me To chose her or not And if I had the power To decide my living fate I would still be married to her Because insomnia keeps you awake She loves your eyelashes Moving up and down What else could I choose other than those who love me? And insomnia will keep you awake No intention to bother, maybe No intention to creep down your tense shoulders And still I would choose her Sans hesitation No other temptation Because Night time is for the hungry Night time won’t tell you you are wasting time Night time is the ring insomnia carried the day she proposed And so I sometimes wear the ring It’s cold and simple Nothing interesting for those who have decided to dream with their eyes closed But to me, night time has no boundaries The ring fits us well The poets and the thinkers But beware because this ring is also carried by the harmful They steal the ring off a thinker once in a while They are silent and could be watching you Not owning their personal marriage to Insomnia Only thinking to commit selfish acts Waiting for you to forget about the ring and the vowel Waiting for you to manage the little time He’s told you own Beware of being awake too He could confuse you with the harmful man Because you are awake and only those who chose to ignore the imaginative scarcity of time are made to start a revolution for life So sleep tomorrow, or the next week Because tonight is all you have guaranteed as your thinking time.
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