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ryn Oct 2014

So
tired
I should
try to sleep
the madness
away•I know it
won't but at least
I'd be well rested
enough to tackle
yet another
day

Lone Luna Nov 2015
I am tired.
Drained.
Weary.
and
Exhausted.

Please, let me sleep.
Luna
Kathleen Apr 2016
How many marbles can you fit into a bowl until you say you can't count them?

I do not want events layered upon events.
Birthdays toppling over birthdays:
a layer cake of responsibilities that aren't 'responsibilities'.
That do not count.
That cannot be measured or described as taxing or numerous.
I am outnumbered by numberless nonsense.
I am outweighed by weightless wafting pleasantries;
and opportunities;
and life-sustaining things;
that bowl me over.

My womb is a desert called Death Valley and you wish to comb it for antique glass bottles.
I care not.
I cannot partake in any more suggestions of what I might do with my 'free time'.

But you're not feeling the tingling sensation in your gut every time you wake up and the lights don't turn on.
The wheels don't work.
The mechanical arms don't move like they are supposed to.
Like the parts of you you're supposed to have on automatic have just given up the ghost and abandoned you.
You're alone and miserable and none of it rings any bells.
None of it gives out any signs.
None of it counts.

I'm crying because the milk spilled and there isn't any milk left anywhere in the world.
We're out.
We're just the land of Honey now.
Dimitris Sarris Sep 2016
I wish i was better
i wish the world was better
i wish my heart was stronger
i wish i was with her
i wish i could go further
i wish i could hear her song louder
i wish for a hug and feel warmer
i wish i could see the wind dancing.
I wish...
I...
i feel completely exhausted
i lost the ability to relax
my jaw is always clenched
my muscles are always tense
my mind is always infested
nightmares are haunting my dreams
flashbacks of repressed memories are darkening my waking life
i jump at the drop of a hat
the slightest sudden unexpected sound makes me flinch
anxiety is plaguing my existance

06/03/2019
Nat Lipstadt May 1
check in at the library, my card scanned,
per the terms of my sentencing agreement

to the poetry shelves dispatched.
row after row, book after book,
all blank awaiting my affections,
all demanding my sensei sensations,
seeking a creme filling of honorations,
words of all shape, roots and origins,
the occasional new combination

some, never heard before, timelessly awaiting expulsion
from the birth-vocal canal where comes origination,
but for me, death by enforced creativity,
that’s what the judgers desired,
a punishment that fits the crime

my misdeed record unsealed, intended for
world envisioning, the ego audacity to imagine
I could write a single good poem,
thus the punishment fits the crime


may1 9:19am ‘19
this for CJ
Deb Jones Sep 2017
Life is rushing by me.
Faster than I can run
Daily affirmations bind me
And I can't complete even one
Everything overwhelms me
I can't get anything done
I look at the colossal effort
And I am exhausted before I have begun
It's a beautiful day outside
The birds all singing out of tune
The cacophony of songs should make me wince
But it's sweet on my nerves
Maybe this is what I should do
Sit on the swing and just listen
Stop thinking...
Stop reacting...
Stop reaching...

Stop letting my sick body dictate my mood.
I can bear anything if only there is an end in sight.
It's hard to be cheerful for more than minutes at a time.
There is no light for me.
There is no dignity.
It's my gloaming time.
The twilight of my life
I have Type 1 Diabetes. I wrote this during one of many many times I have felt down
OpenWorldView Jun 19
i love the feeling
this strange and eerie calmness
after lost battle
make your peace
lena k May 2017
I'm so tired
of having to just sit here
and accept the fact that you barely thought of me all year.
You tell me,
"Don't go, I'd miss you,"
each time my mind wonders.
But I know you're lying.
You know I'm crying.
I've had time to sit and ponder.
I've come to the realization
that I've cried to you multiple times.
But everything you say to me
is rehearsed
and only to be kind.
I've told you almost a million times
of how empty I feel inside.
You cheer me up
and pretend to care.
But if I left,
you'd never cry.
I've told you a million times
that I want to feel damage and pain.
However, if I were to go,
you'd still be completely sane.
I wish that I could tell you
that I love you very much so.
But I know just how that would end up.
It'd end with endless crying
days and weeks in a row.
So now, I'll admit it.
I've reached end of my strength.
I feel so lost, alone, and empty.
This is the end of my days.
I'm so tired.
Exhausted..
Yours Truly Apr 2018
Arms tightly linger around my waist.
Holding me close, trapped in place.
Oxygen lodged in my throat
I can’t breathe.
I began to choke.

When the emptiness settles in deep,
She always reminds me no one loves me.
Heavily intoxicated by my tears,
Dancing in the gloomy atmosphere.

Hurtful words hang in my ear,
Maybe this was meant to be.
Me and lonely.
Together it seems.
Dying in love for eternity.
Hopeless.
...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,
knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.

Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,
exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.

Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,
emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...

No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,
you know what's coming;
Deadwood Jawn Feb 18
But this too will pass.
I'm trying to keep an eye on habits, things and just.. yeah.
It's exhausting trying to keep everything in check.

I have to make sure:

I don't start smoking
I don't harm myself too bad
Or at all
The family never find out about the true hurt
The drug use doesn't become frequent
The need to feel alive doesn't drive me to return to awful people

Then I must be sure i'm living like an adult properly
and constantly walking along with the mundane flow of uni work.
I must make sure i'm being polite to people
I have to be sure I'm thanking others for putting up with me
I have to be certain they know I appreciate them
I have to remind friends I don't do this on purpose.

I have to create my own advice script and hand it to people. I tell them: Do not give me advice once I became anti-jawn (late night discord). Just listen and it will pass.

I have to be sure I'm never telling someone too much
I have to be sure I'm not going to the same person too much
I have to constantly reach out
I have to be the reacher
I must always initiate.
But that's just life. Of course. Thanks.
Äŧül Nov 2012
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looks Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Spot Desperation In Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Now Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look So Clueless To Which He Simply Replied, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
7 Stanzas of a Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-series/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

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Umi May 2018
Exhaustion,
Is what rings through my senses as I am about to pass out,
Quater past three, it has been me who wrote through the night until now, serene and clear was it's beginning which now only became a dark memory, recurring in my sleepy mind begging for slumber,
However, such are the thoughts of one who was too weak,
Knowledge was ****** into me, yet the chains of destiny remain bounding, almost tying me up to some sort, I cannot escape.
Oh how I cannot escape this dreamlike tale of misry and restlessnes,
Oh how I couldn't protect my heart in love from dying back then.
It all came to the point of no return until they were replaced.
But why not me ? What was it which I had left to do to go as well ?
Perhaps it was decided that it should have been so all along,
I shouldn't complain, even though humans live wretchedly,
Living and finding a new light to hang onto,
Is what I find very beautiful

~ Murasame
This is it folks
ok okay Jul 2018
The lull of a restless night relieves my senses
It's monotone silence maintains my breath
The cold night breeze enters through an open window
It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep
The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress
It distracts me from overthinking and blocks out my stress
As the night goes on it starts to rain
It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain
This time-worn house cracks and creaks
It talks of troubled times and how it came to be
This place I call home proves i’m never alone
And it's always there to support me
3rd poem. Enjoy :)
cupid Dec 2018
i often wonder why it is i can’t dream
i can sleep just fine
but i’m always tired
i sleep pitch black
like a smoker’s lungs or like the rift
my mind blank and open, empty
dead asleep
dead still, awake
tired and fatigued
unconscious with open eyes
i hear little monsters in my head
chanting
“sleep, sleep lion boy”
their unholy mother sings
“rest up, lion blood”
and they stop as soon as i close my eyes
as soon as i pass into that void
i cross a line into the abyss
i can no longer think
do i even breathe
sleep now lion-hearted child
i want to dream
i want your pixie themed, technicolor movie theater dreams
i don’t miss my rusted monochrome nighterrors
i just want back those memories i never had
blazing beaches, my arms tanned and strong
but all i know is my body pale and sick
all i know is i’m awake
and i don’t think i want to be
sorry i havent posted for awhile, got busy then school let out for break
Arke May 1
you tell me what you've learned
from your "failed" marriage
when you fell for someone else;

"you can try to shirk away love
but the act of doing so will destroy you"

and a pang of sadness cuts deep
at the pit of my stomach as I realize
I will always be destroyed
Osiria Melody Aug 17
Mull over the worst in my grave mind

Instill fear of an unforgiving life

Silent woes turn into dormant smiles

Each breath comes out in broken shards

Resist taking action to heal

Yearn for the day that I will be fine


—*
Melody
8/18/19
I was drinking some dark coffee when I came up with this piece. (• ε •)
Aleena Nov 20
Loving you hurts,
Because I love too hard

You took all my energy
You captured my attention

Left me exhausted
And stole my focus  

From everything,
Except
You
Amoy Mar 25
Coffee stained lips
Kiss of tiredness
laziness seeping through my veins
I cant get out of bed, no!
not today
Sarah Saju Sep 18
There's something wierd happening to me nowdays ...
"I hate myself" is the only thing my mind says..

Even the most fun stuffs and close ones are failing to make me smile
It seems like everything around me is emitting negative vibes...

There's always a confusion whether my decisions were right or wrong .
The mind that used to dance on happy tunes , is now playing sad songs ....

My mind has become a mixture of sugar and spices .
In this teenage life I am going through the so called mid- life crisis .

There's always a war of negative and positive thoughts inside my head .
Negatives are stabbing the positive ones , the happiness gets shed .....

I am exhausted , I don't want to live but I don't want to die.
All I can do is to move on or atleast try .....
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