#eyelids
Eyelids, always too heavy.
Glued for eternity
The moment I snap
Them shut. Then someone’ll clap
Or scream or shout
Their lungs out
Or tap
My shoulder or call
My name before I fall
Asleep. It really makes
No
Difference though–
I wouldn’t be able to take
A break,
Even if I wasn’t awake.
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
Eyelids drop like guillotine blades
Cutting off a visual connection with reality
The world falls into the vastness of a bottomless basket
And the body becomes unimportant
As this energy that was once somebody moves on to what's next
©2024
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
I'm kissing the shells
of her eyes, the little hairs --
prickle: be careful!
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
Bury your halo
In the light of silver snow.
There is an overpass
Where people stare as we go.
How can I lay low
When you look at me like that?
There is silence in you,
I can’t seem to hold back.
I’m under your spell now.
You know me too well now.
I can see you make me weak.
There’s a line of gold
From your eyelids to my soul.
All this time I’ve known; I can’t just lay low.
I will miss you when you go!
Will you kiss me in the snow?
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
Where are the source of your thoughts
Contesting emotional triggers
Consider those eyelids to flicker
Additional context adds stress
As different paths stretch us apart
Sleep deep within these sheets
Another drill to overcome
The next hurdle and then some
Distracted by less with
small progressive steps
A learning tool for all
Dig away at the molehills
Digress with flexed biceps
Reminded to incorporate rest
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
I tried to stay in reality
while the sight of you rested upon my eyelids
the thought of you running through my mind
and the feeling of you sends chills up my arms
as I tried to sleep at night
©L.F.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
I see the moon at your face
I look at the sun shining at your forehead
I remark intelligent at your eyes
The strawberry gets its red
Only from your lips
The apples get their colors
From the checks these leads to think
Is this beauty nature or have a makeup?
When one knows the truth
He can't close his eyelids
Because he likes to fill his sense
In addition, and important
Your spirit is so clear as one at a childhood
You make me believe you have an angel spirit
This attracts me not only see, but only must be listened
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
The sun plummets into pools
Of fleshy humanity.
The pollution sinks
Into the streets of the city.
The flames,
Lapping at the skin
Melting off of
My hollow structure.
But still, I will stand tall.
The memory of you
Still branded on the insides
Of my eyelids.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
A cigarette in the morning
To get me over the night time
I forgot to sleep again
My eyelids live on high time.
It's fine I'll just play the guitar
Drink a cup of coffee or two
Walk along to my sanctuary
In my mind I'll write songs to you
A cigarette after midnight
To overcome all this silence
I don't want to sleep again
My eyelids wait for sunrise.
Another double expresso
Until my heart starts to echo
And then I'll stop and start breathing
How d'you get rid of this feeling ?
I'm thinking again of the morning
In the red of the wine time
This bed has become me
I'll get out of here sometime.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
Her soul is a church;
where I hide in from the noise.
Her soul is my shelter,
where I take refuge from the bombs.
Her soul is my heaven,
the dream I've dwelled on in Hell.
When I fell asleep, dead,
her soul was a morning bell.
Her soul is a book
I read to gain wisdom.
Her soul is my soul.
I came with her Kingdom.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
There is a sleep so light
that it rests upon my brow
ever so careful no to slip into my eyes
and I hear its laughter
on my thoughts that have no meaning
or reason
And when it notices
my tears
it takes pity on me
and holds my eyelids down
with the weight of its love
That’s how morning comes
and finds me,
clinging to the sleep,
clinging to the life,
that will soon leave me.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Neon butterflies beat their wings against the soft darkness of inside of my eyelids
Nothing short of searing pain
And the ache that’s grown over months of slaving through your life
Not being a human
But a prisoner to everything
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
eyelids get droopy
as work gets slowly completed
tired, as it is
but i've got 3 more assignments
i shouldn't be tired
but i am,
so
i must do this quickly
eyelids can and
will crack
under pressure
especially if that
pressure is
tiredness
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
I'm tired,
I'm stressed,
I feel like I'm going to suffocate,
But they don't let me rest.
I'm tired,
I'm sad,
I'm sleepy and still,
Don't get me wrong,
It's not that I'm depressed.
I'm tired,
I'm lonely,
I just want some time,
Some time for a warm shower,
A time which is mine.
I'm tired,
I'm down,
I feel really stressed,
All I need is some rest,
But thanks all the same.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
Eyelids are worse with
gravity when you're
breaking a door
********* it's been shut too long so
I want to river this until the
whole town glows
and goes under and you can see
its reflection from the surface
Of glass
stay awake just a little longer with me
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
There's a thought that crosses through and by,
to evaporate up to the sky,
fetal posistion and eyelids kissed,
wisped away softly with the mist.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
peppermint lips,
eyelid kisses in the snow,
interlocked ice palms.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
My eyelids are curtains
That cast a silhouette of my soul,
You're blind to what's behind them,
While they remain closed
They wait to open;
And the light will soon shine
Front and center stage,
An audience of people
To watch my life play;
It is a show, every single day
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I pack the bags beneath my eyelids, off to sleep.
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
My eyelids feel like stones,
skipping water,
but I don't know how to swim.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
the night sky looks sickeningly beautiful to an insomniac.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC