#turning
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
to whomever it concerns
i discovered i was hurt
i questioned where i stood
between you and your words
but my love was undeterred
my faith was shaken
i could not help but
hold my breath in
swaddle my tears
wrap them in plastic
ponder upon their origins
that eternal second
in this immovable present
there was no still point
when we moved with the world
only ever a disjoint
there is no still point
just a tired voice of
some quiet contemplation
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
Look at you, Blue Oleander
at the margins
of a birthday wish—
at seventeen, you were
the night’s favorite
sparkler,
and at twenty-seven,
the morning’s
favorite petal to kiss.
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
The birds whistle their song
Traces of soft grass in the air
A prickly warmth on my back
A clench on my lungs.
Children’s laughter, a distant echo
The ice cream van tune
A stop motion picture
A clench on my lungs.
Elderly couples hold hands
A dog chases a ball
The world is turning
as there’s a clench on my lungs.
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
1.
Toss n turn all night i cant sleep
see my pills think I might OD
Too many thoughts inside my head
Chest full of regret and ashes from the cigarettes
2.
Toss n turn all night to the break of dawn
check my phone each minute see if you are on
line, my heart is weak i change position
to fill the void where you used to lay within
(break)
Tossin n turning
my heart is hurting
How did I turn astray
Drinks I'll be stirring
slowly I'm learning
Why you chose to walk away
Money I'm yearning
**** I keep burning
Baby don't leave me
I cant't be strong
If you are gone
....
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
On the cusp,
heat on heat on heat
breaking to snot ridden storms
and hoarse, blasted throats
the following cold front
isn’t ideal
but in its heavy blue resolve
lowered pressure leads
to a duvet covered peace
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
September heat to melt the
sealing wax, closing off summer
as grasses, golden as they die
still whisper with insect thought
the trees reply in kind
though the greying of their temples
can’t be hidden
reminding of the irresistible slide
to winter’s wide silences
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Commute recommenced,
the verges rekindled their
annual morning conversations,
heard twenty times
As my muscle memory drove,
I sought the last red comments
of poppy heads cheering,
but the long, dry grasses
sounded familiar tired whispers
that threatened to drown
I could allow them to dictate the script
of another season,
clichés so often spoken
as to be silence
but I can still hear
the poppy red
I hear the poppy red
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
I know the autumn is waiting,
pensive to embrace the loss of heat,
sweats moving on to other climes
where they’re understood
I hold til the skeleton of winter
can be seen and read
by my fingers on the sorry bones
that please me, alone
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
The impulse of summer waning
sends an annual, yet always forgotten shift,
the hedgerows and fields conspire
to rewrite the scent enough
so the mind wanders to open fires
and comfort food
even though the sun still beats
scant weeks away we’ll swaddle
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC
i wrote that drunk
i was trying to bypass
an impasse
lucked out and
circumnavigated the
rabbit
ran into the fox
he stole my color
only to find it again
at first light
and now i nod
to the speed of life
the unceasing turning
of greater and greater
wheels
the lightness of death
as it passes
there's no
circumnavigating
that
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
Under the full moon,
You made me breath in,
Where turned,
Taken away.
Under it too soon,
The chastening of your soul,
Enraptures my lust,
Past lost love for you.
For where are you,
Upon shapeshifters,
Wrenching, drenching,
Confused of their souls?
Where am I too,
Clawing,...clenching,...
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
She watched a silhouette disappear
Beyond the cold misty mountain
There was no turning back for him.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
no can do the turning of water, the greatest magician’s trick ever, but
turning words into wine, that I can do,
ready your life, go get a wine glass,
sit down, this is heady stuff, be prepared!
you’re thinking, shoot, I can do that too,
no, you just think you can, for if you could,
you would be drunk already, making typos
all over your shirt, thinking’ bout your next
verse, a great love affair, the one you never
should let get away, the wrong choices that
fed on each other, living with a hateful woman
for the better part of your whole life, the children
who don’t even call to wish you happy birthday
and you would be drunk already just like me,
writing poems like this, a poet sitting on the roof,
and you would have written this whiney poem,
not me, pretending wine can wash your conscience clean
<>
“*I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream*”
Losing My Religion
Song by R.E.M.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
He asked about me in the first meeting.
he was so curious to know the whole time, we were talking.
what should I tell, what should I hide?
my life is so confusing it never was a joyride.
being emotional, I end up hurting.
I am not the one who loves flirting.
believe in giving all or nothing
every time it's easy for me to trusting.
failed so many time yet not learning,
As soon as I become comfortable life starts turning.
got ditched so many times still friendly.
Always fall in Pitts more than deadly
Low in confidence, thinking negative.
serve myself for people to take benefit.
knowing yet not doing anything for the betterment
world is moving fast and talk about empowerment.
with all these flaws I still, love myself
those who cheat will pay themself.
I won't change, I never become you.
will always be loyal and to myself true.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
Today you are turning 51
Hope your birthday is lots of fun
May have more wrinkles than you did at the start
Don't care if you're old
You're young at heart
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 3:05 AM 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
Once, when I looked
At “Things Unseen”
I saw Them not –
No in-between
For things that They
Said "stood in Light"
Were just as they
Had been to sight
And time and time,
And time again:
No, nothing new,
That had not been…
I felt the Sun
Upon my back,
But couldn’t turn
Away from black
---
But when I turned
(So unforeseen!),
I saw Him there!
And what a scene!
For things that They
Said "stood in Light"
Were just as they
Now were to sight!
Oh, time and time,
And time again,
My eyes had hid
In darkness’ dim…
I'd felt the Sun
Upon my back,
But now I’m turned
Away from black.
.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
This summer, I peeked
under my bed
and dusted off the ghosts
of the past.
I took them out in the sun
and hung them out to dry.
Surprised the stench leaked
this far into my living. And instead
of looking under my skin,
I pondered on how long this blunt would last.
Burned my fingers
and scorched my shirt pocket fry.
During my coma,
I ran the halls of the sky.
Shirtless against the precipitation of life,
I came upon clouds
that were puffy and white,
black and charged,
and gray with strife.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
as I was turning the plastic
kitchen tap off last night
it snapped into pieces
which wasn't a happy delight
when next I'm at Bunnings
I'll purchase another one
for not having water over the
sink isn't my idea of fun
but a replacement can be
expensive on the purse
so I'll need my wallet filled
with plenty of dollar verse
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
On a dime it turns
Vertical and sharper than any knife
Falling to one side
Suddenly
And the next thing you know
You’re not there anymore
In life
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC