#drowsy
The night my mind refused to shut down
Full of Stress, worries and anxiety,
My mind refuses to allow me to rest,
So that I could slumber and sleep quietly.
My mind is full on what happened today,
I just can't seem to wind down,
My thoughts won't let them go away,
So, from this I grumble and frown.
The night my mind refused to shut down, because of the Busy, Full Day,
As I'm laying there I completely forgot,
to get on my knees and pray.
Once that was done,
I was able to sleep,
Feeling Restful, and Relaxed
not even a peep.
Waking in the morn,
to No skies of gray,
feeling refreshed, and ready
for a Grand Rising,
OF A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/19/2025
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
.
jump - start
heart-wired flash-fired
fore and aft i'm wit-lashed
ride a scutting state (oh-my-hate)
glare at the creature (will it look away ?)
i'm jolty a s l e e p y menace
death in the drivers seat
slur down drowsing
jump - start
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Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
she comes to me
with her chemical haze
dulling my senses
warming my veins
clouding my mind
with her seductive ways
she comes to me
to take me away
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
~for Steve and Marshall~
“*And the drowsy old world’s growing gloomy and gray,
While the joys that are sweetest are passing away;
And the charms that inspire like the picture of dawn
Are but playthings of Time—they gleam and are gone,
While the drowsy world dreams on.*”
"The Drowsy World Dreams On" by Walter Everette Hawkins
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my personal time ladder, nearer to the top step,
hungrily devour the photographs of time’s daily sweets,
every natural picture evokes gasping, wonderful wonder,
acutely aware and wary that this confirms my duality,
rejecting and welcoming the nearer end of my personal poem
the poems of many-a-day stored securely in the ever expanding
internet, for memory is the most untrustworthy partner, and who? will retrieve, reinspect them, clapping to their bright shining, who in teary wake, be commanded by my no more heart beat-throbbing, an irony unflattering, as my disposition ranking first among the
forever stillest
some few gleam and gone; in the wee hours, when I enter
the confessional, both priest and penitent, my sins gleam
for but a moment and the priest sadly informs, there is no prayer or poem that will forgive your multitude of poor paths taken, of love ungiven, craven cowardice of safety’s paths taken when choice was offered
these poems are merely
the residue of a life poorly lived,
poorly given, seeking no mercy,
for if I cannot forgive myself,
why should you?
10-18-21
11:39AM
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
You wash your heart with evening rain
as waves of drowsiness hold out
paper boats made of written dreams
that search endlessly for a lighthouse
to guide them home to you
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
There was a time where,
I would think about you, love.
Now, you are nothing.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC
The wind passes, tugging at the candlelight.
I dance with no one as an audience,
only petals drifting in the wind.
Sealed all that of the past,
turning it into a beautiful dream.
Now love has exiled me,
I heard someone once said—
Dream is an escape... Is that so?
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
I don’t need this medication
It’s not helpful
But man... I keep wanting to take it...
Every night it’s like a treat...
Swallow the clonidine
Then very very soon...
Sleepiness sets in
Getting drowsy....
Mind... drifting....
Until sleep.... sleep saves me
My rescue from the pain
It’s a good medication
I don’t need it
But I really really like it....
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
_Tendrils of drowsy pleasure entice and hypnotise,
As daybreak storms; a rapturous collision,
Of distorted cadences and scintillating harmonies,
Between discarded blue-sky sheets._
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Eyes growing heavy
body shutting down
work still piling
on these files I might drown
Not yet time to sleep
not yet time to go
so these dreary eyes
I cannot let show
work incomplete
deadline not met
task not achieved
can't sleep yet.
Blur takes over
sleep approaches fast
fifteen more minutes
but I know I won't last
Reality fades
as the dream creeps in
I fought hard
to not let the sleep win
strength completely drained
begging the sleep, please
have some mercy
but all I remember was zzzzz's
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
1:19am again
spine curls into a question mark
hands sing sonatas of symbols
while head keeps track of seconds passed
and days lost
toes tuck absent-mindedly into socks
shy and scared of being sought
for hiding in such a place
their secret hideaway in sleep
hearts still thumping
says goodnight to bloodstreams
with quiet pulsing kisses
bathes the rest of body
in thin coats of keep steady
ready to deliver dreams
fated to their impermanence
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
I am not myself
I'm flying to the skies
I'm starring to the shelf,
I see small dice...
I see images on the clear wall
I think I heard something fall
It was someone's pen
I believe I need caffeine then.
My thoughts are very random...
I am the empress of my own kingdom.
I'll just write this down,
Cause in drowsiness, I've drown.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
When the night begins to fall,
You look at me – for a brief moment – with drowsy eyes,
A moment so short as to not be present.
If you left your heart in my embrace,
I could have held you even when you were away in your dreams;
The short, pale gaze would have lasted, confessed love.
But sleep had embraced you much before I could,
You were in sleep already, when you looked at me
– your eyes just about to leave at last.
I'm not hurt, but a little upset that I couldn't
catch you for a little longer.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Coffee stained lips
Kiss of tiredness
laziness seeping through my veins
I cant get out of bed, no!
not today
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious.
The tube dampens your senses.
The highrises make you feel down.
Your values are re-prioritised.
You become the binmen’s *****
but all is not charred.
You have the chance to remember before,
and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips.
The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial.
The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
brittle bones
osteoporosis heart
pain slipping into the marrow that sips
the endless routine of motion
those clumsy hands blistering
into the open spaces of hollow ventricles
blood is where you last lay your skeletons to rest
but the closet is where i could lay down
listen to all the hangers falling into seismic harmony
until my chest aligns with yours
like any other bruise by any other name i would have you
gently misplaced on the side of a skinned knee or
clenched knuckle
i am your god and you are mine
if i could breathe like a king i would as
the romantic exhale is caught in your skin
when the fickle violence leaves the lipstick of my mouth
you talk about the emperor mole in the middle of your back
touching your spine and how i retrace it every night with my finger
and it's almost like the heavens are here
in a small bed on a mundane apartment
that could be anybody's
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
the river Eyn, between outstretched hands
flows to lands farther than
ear has heard or eyes have searched
and they say the land twists and shifts
at her end
'til one is sailing up again
She flows like drowsy eyes in midafternoon daze
languidly stretching back and forth before the haze
the foggy mists that sit atop her skin smooth surface
shade from daylight
her sailors sleeping to sail the moonlight
I stood atop my little ship
to see the faces of passers-by
who watch the ships from shoreside
On each face I looked so long
but always obscured was the evening sun
what tree or branch, or mist or shade
I cannot see what faces made
Dreary drowsy eyes begin to close
she will close them, Eyn
so I might sail the moonlight
midnight's rays of clear and blue
and bathe pensive in cerulean hue.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
These eyes are weighted
Offering peace to this fight
Sleep sweeps me away
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
The details of your DNA are settling into
my brain like dust mites chasing
each other around and around in
search of a field of gravity;
sometimes I'm stuck and sometimes I like to run away
but occasionally I force myself to stay in the same place for more than a few minutes
occasionally I am the right place and the right time, and occasionally
that is enough.
It takes me a while but wouldn't you know, I have stopped
being a doormat for everyone whose baggage weighs
more than mine;
wouldn't you know, I don't think they carry
it right anyway, and their feet wouldn't feel
so heavy without the steel and armor;
I'm trying to play follow-the leader here,
taking tips from an invisible authority
I don't know any such role model to exist, but
sometimes I pretend I do just to
have a place to put my hands or my feet when it's
cold and they're tracking snow in;
my pulse is slower before midnight
once the dark falls I can't sleep
I can't sleep but I do know how to place blame
fitted heavily and perfectly to sculpted shoulders;
I can't sleep but I know exactly how much
plaster it takes to patch up a wall at roughly this height,
I know exactly the number of messages left on my machine
unanswered, ignored
molded word for word into
little stick-its in my brain.
I don't know sleep but I am very good friends with
her companions,
drowsy achy steady pull
of exhaustion dragging behind my eyelids
matched hand to hand with its
lovely counterpart,
red eye restless itchy frustration
burning hot under my skin.
But don't you know, I am only
this person once every
12 hours or so,
just wait it out, I'll
come around.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee
barked up the wrong tree –
reed don my mongrel friend)
This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
headline grabbing news, nonetheless dag
nab bit significant dysfunction prevails
when ****** energy
does shutterfly like a black flag
without rapid eye movement,
this lix spittle chap
feels like an old hag
whereat every friggin bone (er)
in this straggly,mangy, and creaky ship
of state feels like jag
head shards piercing thine flesh
with pronounced jet lag
and reacts with
the slightest provocation
like a curmudgeonly
cranky compromised nag,
yet, this muttering mouth foaming
flea bitten doggone chow barker
bows down in (toto) obeisance
(like an obedient Dachshund)
tail wagging, trump petting,
and snout sniffing out provenance
on par with the smell of new sofa despite
fur vent angry ma
stiff masta paws zing
aghast at dog eared, glom haired,
and icky stained new furniture,
how petty, versus slumber
lest awakening the Cerberus within,
hence faux long enough
to excel as the top notch mix breed
boxer golden retriever terrier
male delivery postbag
(as taught at canine obedient school)
upon spilling contents,
the bulk of printed material
detailing importance,
sans letting sleeping
Canis lupus familiaris lye undisturbed,
especially after a bath
when pooch resembles
a limp dish rag
all apropos hot (gravy trained) relevant
topics for instance,
when feeling sleep deprived
detailing how to shepherd
and summon the snoop doggy dog
inchoate hounding gnarly
Marley elusive dream
fostering feigning fearsome nightmare
asper getting lost without a name tag.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Music from my phone, my alarm
Panic thoughts emerges from my head and i know im awake
Stand up, go in to the kitchen, see the pills, i intake
My eyes are still drowsy and swollen from last nights tears
Not ready for a new days thoughts and fears
I get ready, run out the door
My sparkle for life is gone, more than ever before
So i get to school looking like af mess
I know my friends will ask, but im too tired to confess
"Everything is alright dont you worry"
Red alarm lights in my head, and i scurry
Home, lie down, breathe in, breathe out
Just want the voices in my head to stop the screams and the shouts.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
An insomniac of life, not quite awake, but not asleep through the days and the nights. Using the remainder of his innocence as a trail to show him where he's been and where he hasn't. Leaving behind scraps of paper to show them it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Drowsily talking to himself in his head as a voice echoes through his ears.
"Oh.. Wait, what did you just say?"
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC