#tossing
Lying awake,
My mind is in too deep,
As I am Fighting insomnia,
I can't seem to go to sleep, but
that's okay, and that's alright,
Tossing and turning
In the middle of the night, or
in the morn, my mind is so torned,
I am boggled, aroused and worned,
My eyes wide shut, I can't get no rest,
I tried counting sheep, believe
I did my best, but they won't let me,
they just run away,
hoping along on, their merry way,
Sandman is missing, I can't even dream,
Trying to drop off, So, instead I just beam,
If I could get some rest of some sort,
that would be My delight,
I'm Just having it rough,
Dealing and wrestling
with this sleepless night,
This is crazy and it's really insane,
Have you dealt with this
feeling and feel the same???
B.R.
Date: 1/23/2026
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
I saw you in Roman Holiday years ago
but you are much thinner now
today is Monday
both you and your master have a day off
the sea horses make no waves
nor the Triton and the chariot
Wishing for a happy return
I stand with my back toward you
as done in the movie
and quickly toss
three five-hundred-lira coins
Hoping they won’t devalue too badly
before they hit bottom
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Now I remain a polished stone
The river coursing around me
In soft and easy contours
Yet my life was not always known
By this harmonious flow
But craggy and rough, long ago
Struck ten million times
By rocks and sand and more
My smooth and glossy skin, I owe
To turbulence and tumbling
Even water alone shaped me
By sheer endurance and patience
Grinding and wearing
Turning me into what you see
A smooth and polished stone
So wonder not that you feel worn
And feel struck by blows undeserved
Count this for a purpose
For with the tossing you are born
A smooth and polished stone
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
The leaky pipes that keeps me up at night
The constant snore
The distant cough
And the leaky pipe that keeps me up at night
The wind whispers
The vicious growl
And the leaky pipes that keeps me up at night.
-tossing and turning j.j.
The Moon, she laughs
Because
Even she knows
The **** pipes will never be fixed.
-untitled j.j
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Decisions
Eanie meanie minie mo
one can not decide like so
your past is gone, let it go
eanie meanie minie mo
We think they were childish games to play
yet it tells our future each and every day
Its a 50-50 shot
you could go ether way
But there is no turning back
One step in the wrong direction and you are done for
Because the key was thrown into the ocean that could only open the locked door behind you
Like hot lava
A playground game
If you stumble off the side and landed in that hot firey pit of lava you were done for
That ocean where the key was thrown into has turned into a nasty green
The waves and seaweed churning under the dark stormy sky
This is not a message in a bottle but more of a lost man at sea
Every stepping stone could result in a broken heart
A bruise
A forgotten friend
One wrong decision could cause a prodigy to die
Like ******
His Mother almost got an abortion
Her family told her over and over to just go through with the pregnancy
She probably tossed that decision back and forth in her mind
But her family won the match
If she had decided to go against her family I wonder where society would be today
Would there be dozens of Einsteins?
A million Madonnas?
Would there be a cure for all the cancers?
For the common cold?
Every judgement is a puzzle piece
Every step you take back or turn in the unexpected direction is another step towards your fate
Everything matters
If you had gotten one more gallon of milk you wouldn't have run out so you wouldn't have gone to the store and meet your best friend there so you wouldn't be going to that Zumba class
Then you wouldn't have met five of you new best friends and your husband
All of that for a jug of milk
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC