#lullabye
The witching hours, we aren't afraid of those,
Heaven knows we pray for sleep
Only to dream of having dreams
Stuck in the darkness of this in between
Keeping consciousness but, honest this
Baggage has been weighing heavy.
These flood gates still hold steady,
Under pressure they may just break the levee,
Cracking slowly all the time,
For all the things attacking your mind,
I wrote this lullabye.
Streaming through insomniac days
That just fade out like memories
Barely there despite being awake.
Shaking the feeling of dealing
With the ghost I call myself
Until I can slip into my bed and melt.
Can I host a night where rest is felt?
Maybe not, yet still I try,
Writing myself a lullabye.
Two became three, three came four
Numbers shining from my dresser drawers
Taunting, laughing, trapping me in my head
I tried to write a lullabye
Only to find a nightmare instead.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
I wish I could say it all smooth,
blue skies and butterflies,
peaches and cream,
sea glass gliding the edge
of the tide and the moon's soft glow
steadying our fragile night.
But the world is too sharp,
darling, and the lullabyes we
whisper before morning dew are
dashed to pieces by noon, the promises
we make suspended somewhere
unreachable. Slashed and stitched but
the scar is elusive. Tenuous.
Till then we conspire.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
(on candystriped legs) -the Sandman comes,
catch you while you're sleeping,bring you dreams of redrum
hum softly in your ear-fear, tears - sleep apnia,
lucidly,produce a vista that lingers long after ya,
wake,but wait which is the dream realm?
Once I get you on my list in time you're surely overwhelmed
*By a state of Schizophrenia,daydream mania,
add a victim to the list of convoluted insomnia,
(searching out fear in the gathering gloom)
a potent presence appears to bring the prescience of doom*
**The room shivers like Inception,but you've still no conception,
of the depth of the Abyss that blows softly with deceptions,
no exception to preception of the photo-reception,
mis - perception,misdirection,just a section of my weapons,
(be still,be calm,be quiet now,my precious toy),
The Sandman's here to rock you with a lullabye**
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
Rockabye baby...
High on the rocks
Thinking you’re safe,
and god knows you’re not
Baby is sleeping,
unknowing of its fate
Far, far down
there lies a frozen lake
For when the wind blows,
the cradle will fall
splinter to pieces
like a shabby wooden wall
Here the wind comes,
gentle and sweet
Planning the gruesome,
drawnout death
the poor baby will soon meet
Forward and back,
the cradle will rock
The wind will softly caress,
all the way down
until the baby’s skull
shatters on the dock
From the high rooftops,
into the sea
No one could hear
the poor baby’s screams
Rockabye baby,
high on the rocks
Thinking you’re safe
and god knows you’re not
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Let my words crystalize before your eyes as you memorize these lines.
Visualize my voice clearly as it recites.
Repeating in your mind.
Realize i am with you, by your side as you watch this Sunrise.
Angel, be kind, grow wise.
Always see the smile behind the fright,
The kiss behind the bite,
And the light beyond the night,
May you clearly see trust behind the lies, And truth between the lines.
Ignite a candle and let its light become your guide .
Let the glow brighten your path as the fog clears from your sight.
If it hurts, let my memory dry your tears and my strength become your might.
Darling, never be afraid, let your dreams take flight.
Release your hopes, your disires into the sky.
Your wings will carry you as you fly.
So sing this lullabye softly, as you close your angel eyes.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC