"insomina" poems - Hello Poetry

All I really want is to talk to you rather than distract myself with the petty things I do. I'm almost gone. A deep hollow in my chest leaches at my sanity leaving me bereft of a connection that could seal up the cracks in my heart from which leak my wounded humanity. Scrolling through my Facebook feed leaves my hungering for what I really need. The stupid games and apps light up my phone and make me forget that I'm alone. Tomorrow creeps into each patchwork day. You can't hold time it slips away. Each hour is fractured by distraction the sun is sinking before I gain traction. While I'm not looking I miss the sunset. Time to cushion my head with this night's fret. I won't sleep tonight, like most. My place is haunted. I'm the ghost. I drift the twilight between realms with clipped wings and overwhelmed. Sun and moon chase round about; light blinded eyes, thick-dark-muffled-shout. That's the way it is at night things look different by starlight. But which am I the sun or moon; do I give chase or am I pursued? I won't find the things I seek. I'm stuck like this from week to week. To be needed is exhausting, but to be not needed is accosting. I need to hear you hearing me and be realified in that harmony. Instead of trapped between death and life, I'll be free when I see you seeing that I'm Being. Existence could suffice, yet personhood is reciprocally conferred. Make me a Being like you then you'll be a christ. What is my name? You say that you can't read my mind as if I haven't put it down line by line. I want to know I'm more than heat rising from the pavement to dissipate in the sky. Or else call me Mirage--If you can't see me, feel me, hear me. I'm already gone.

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC

marco-blake

Insomina

All I really want is to talk to you rather than distract myself with the petty things I do. I'm almost gone. A deep hollow in my chest leaches at my sanity leaving me bereft of a connection that could seal up the cracks in my heart from which leak my wounded humanity. Scrolling through my Facebook feed leaves my hungering for what I really need. The stupid games and apps light up my phone and make me forget that I'm alone. Tomorrow creeps into each patchwork day. You can't hold time it slips away. Each hour is fractured by distraction the sun is sinking before I gain traction. While I'm not looking I miss the sunset. Time to cushion my head with this night's fret. I won't sleep tonight, like most. My place is haunted. I'm the ghost. I drift the twilight between realms with clipped wings and overwhelmed. Sun and moon chase round about; light blinded eyes, thick-dark-muffled-shout. That's the way it is at night things look different by starlight. But which am I the sun or moon; do I give chase or am I pursued? I won't find the things I seek. I'm stuck like this from week to week. To be needed is exhausting, but to be not needed is accosting. I need to hear you hearing me and be realified in that harmony. Instead of trapped between death and life, I'll be free when I see you seeing that I'm Being. Existence could suffice, yet personhood is reciprocally conferred. Make me a Being like you then you'll be a christ. What is my name? You say that you can't read my mind as if I haven't put it down line by line. I want to know I'm more than heat rising from the pavement to dissipate in the sky. Or else call me Mirage--If you can't see me, feel me, hear me. I'm already gone.

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Body breaking down Spirit growing dim No will to fight No point to live People say push People say strive Easy to say when you're on the other side People say fight People say try People say **** it up Hey why don't you give it a try Spend a day in my shoes 24 hours if you dare If you're so sure it's easy here take your chance Step in for me on a bad day See how long you last I bet you an hour before you tap Step in for me when my body screams in pain Experience all the aches and pains Last just ten minutes before you complain Walk a mile or two Take a drive Climb the stairs See how long you last before you grimace and want it to end Spend just one night in my place Just a night See what it's like when my insomina flares I bet you two hours before you cave and take the meds It's easy to say words when you aren't the one dying It's easy to brush aside when you aren't the one crying Words are just words Spend a day in my shoes and see which words you choose

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC

jaydealise

Step In My Shoes

Body breaking down Spirit growing dim No will to fight No point to live People say push People say strive Easy to say when you're on the other side People say fight People say try People say **** it up Hey why don't you give it a try Spend a day in my shoes 24 hours if you dare If you're so sure it's easy here take your chance Step in for me on a bad day See how long you last I bet you an hour before you tap Step in for me when my body screams in pain Experience all the aches and pains Last just ten minutes before you complain Walk a mile or two Take a drive Climb the stairs See how long you last before you grimace and want it to end Spend just one night in my place Just a night See what it's like when my insomina flares I bet you two hours before you cave and take the meds It's easy to say words when you aren't the one dying It's easy to brush aside when you aren't the one crying Words are just words Spend a day in my shoes and see which words you choose

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The bones scream Hard Louder than the night The mind dances Obsessed Round some trivial thoughts The body burns Alarm No sweat can **** the flames Insomina The eyelids close When morning opens eyes

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC

jawad

ILL

The bones scream Hard Louder than the night The mind dances Obsessed Round some trivial thoughts The body burns Alarm No sweat can **** the flames Insomina The eyelids close When morning opens eyes

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After struggling to accept my insomina, I realised that there was no point in forcing my sleep and so I just laid there in dark staring at the ceiling awaiting, my sleep. As the seconds go by I submerge deeper and deeper into my thoughts Kinda like meditation, with scatted emtions and memories Like seeds on an open field. This rapid thinking eventually lead to a feeling of reminiscence Envying the feeling of having a clear mind, wanting to have some sort of control over sufficating thoughts and emotions which contribute to my ever rising anxiety. Missing the uncontrolable yet comfortbale feeling of drowsiness that indicates that my sleep is near After going through a sea of emotions, I tire myself out and hear muffled sounds of birds chirping and dogs barking, signs of a new day arriving. And that's when I start to lose control, slowly but surely. My mind is now at ease and I am at peace with my demons, my movements became timid my heavy eyes were shut. And "finally" I whispered. I fell asleep.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC

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Insomina

After struggling to accept my insomina, I realised that there was no point in forcing my sleep and so I just laid there in dark staring at the ceiling awaiting, my sleep. As the seconds go by I submerge deeper and deeper into my thoughts Kinda like meditation, with scatted emtions and memories Like seeds on an open field. This rapid thinking eventually lead to a feeling of reminiscence Envying the feeling of having a clear mind, wanting to have some sort of control over sufficating thoughts and emotions which contribute to my ever rising anxiety. Missing the uncontrolable yet comfortbale feeling of drowsiness that indicates that my sleep is near After going through a sea of emotions, I tire myself out and hear muffled sounds of birds chirping and dogs barking, signs of a new day arriving. And that's when I start to lose control, slowly but surely. My mind is now at ease and I am at peace with my demons, my movements became timid my heavy eyes were shut. And "finally" I whispered. I fell asleep.

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