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#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
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
A Sleepless night
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
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 11:01 AM UTC
quiet contemplation
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.
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
27
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.
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May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
The ice cream van tune
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 ....
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
Toss and turn (remake)
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
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
Drop
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
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Entropy
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
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
Listen/Hear
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
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
Heat sink
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
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC
Fall shift
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
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
rote lines
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,...
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
This Turning
She watched a silhouette disappear Beyond the cold misty mountain There was no turning back for him.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Silhouette
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.
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
turning words into wine
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.
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
I am not you.
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
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Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
Happy Birthday Dad
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
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Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
oh, the pipes.
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. .
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
Black & Light
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.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
Greyed Ghosts
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
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Dollar Verse
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
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Turning