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Valsa George May 2016
Marriage in Three Stages
First stage

Man and wife are equally blind
Not a single blemish comes to their sight
Like Cyclopes they are one eyed,
Each feels a love like theirs is hard to find
Every now and then they chant the litany of love
They are on an exciting expedition
Explorers rather than fellow travelers
And thrilled at every new discovery,
They stick together as two magnets,
Moving in a high powered circuit

Second Stage

They begin to taste life’s bitter juice
Between them grows a stale familiarity
Which on their face they carry like an ugly wart
Now they become Argus eyed
Nothing escapes their notice
Distance creeps into them
Tastes differ, arguments prop up
Sometimes they holler at each other
Even minor differences of opinion
Can end up as a high voltage drama

Third Stage

Both grow equally frail and infirm
Differences are ironed out
Their talk always verge on their ailments
Constipation and insomnia often surface up
In looks, they grow more and more alike
As though the long years
Have made their features blend and bleed
Even they smell similar
A mixed odor of dried cuticle
And the smell of some balm or ointment
That they liberally apply
On their aching back and stiff joints
While walking, they support each other
Careful not to slip and fall

Has the lost love come back?
Or is it all just a survival mechanism!
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Mydriasis Aletheia Oct 2018
Synthesis
Another sleepless night spent
messing with synthesizers, drum
machines and groove-boxes. Music
may have stalled my flow of words
but I dream of joining them together
and spinning songs out into the world.
I wonder when this penchant for insomnia
will create something worthy.
The storm outside is howling
and my mind drifts towards
philosophy, a thought of
pharmacophenomenology.

What of a philosophy
of psychoactivity?
What does a philosophy of drugs entail
if we are to do it justice?
Will it help us better assess the cognitive
component of substances, their suitability
for patients? Is there more to psychology
than cognition? Will it help us appraise
those supposedly ineffable qualities
of mind? Will it help us understand
the patterns humans engage themselves in?
Will it help one follow the string, the thread,
The knots and narratives that we are composed of.
These are valuable enough questions for me to justify
developing the pharmacophenomenological method.
The mysteries of electronic and chemical synthesis,
The production and consumption of music and drugs
are wonderfully complex phenomena to commit to know.

Stay with me, dear reader, we are at the beginning of a saga;
We'll bind the empyrean to academia.
#knowledge
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Unknown Girl Jan 2021
Insomnia
Hi  my name is insomnia, there is an expression I like that says ¨ the city never sleeps ¨ guess what neither do i. Because my name is insomnia and I want to spend all my nights talking to you. My name is insomnia and i think we could stay up for one more night. My name is insomnia and I won't let you rest even when your body aches for sleep and you long for rest. Because I am insomnia  I may not be good for you but you´ll always stay. Because I am insomnia and I will never let you close your eyes because you don't want to miss anything that happens at night. I am insomnia and you will never rest with me.
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N N Johnson Aug 2013
English is insufficient...
Because the word "love" is
appropriate to describe both
how I feel about you and
how I feel about ice cream,

Because I can no longer
use the word "literally" literally when
I try to say I literally
am dependent on
the sound of your breath
encouraging my lungs to sync with yours
and find sleep when
I'm with you, curing
my twenty year fight
with insomnia, literally.

That you are literally the reason I
can chase my dreams
because without the sleep you give me, I
wouldn't be dreaming at all.

Because "you're the best" is
said to even our
least favorite coworkers,
when I would use it
to literally say
"You are the best",
the most superior to all
that I love, and
I use those words correctly
when I say that,
and if
"love" is the word to describe my
feelings for you, then
I don't love anything or
anyone else because
what I have for you
is literally the best.
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Sean Keane Mar 2010
Insomnia
Sleep doesn't matter, I'll rest when I'm dead
All these ******* thoughts put pressure in my head
Sometimes I dream of going crazy
But all of those dreams at best are hazy
I am always stuck in thought
Something I have never fought
Oblivious to the world
My thoughts unfurled
Is this good or is this bad?
I would rather be dead, if all I wrote was mad
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Lillian Harris Sep 2015
Insomnia
You were
My excuse
To stay awake
So late,
3AM and
Losing sleep
But still
I would wait

Now you're gone
At the feeble
Faded light
Of dawn,
And I can no longer
Justify
The shadows
Underneath
My eyes.
#love #alone #loss #memories #lost #insomnia #faded #dawn
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Mya Baertlein Jan 2021
insomnia
It hits at the worst time.
The days, you need to sleep.
The nights, you can't handle.
Overthinking and wondering,
How did I get here?
What direction do I go?
Knowing you'll never know.
Crying and begging for sleep.
It will come when you don't need it.
Insomnia is one *****
Who just haunts you at your worst.
#insomnia #overthinking #neverknowing #nosleep #sad #atyourworst
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Kagami Oct 2013
Insomnia
Even though I said goodnight,
I am still awake, crying myself to sleep.
And I hoped that you would've at least tried to ask what is wrong.

I may not want to talk, but I need you there, still.
Unless there is a reason for you not to be.

I am self conscious. I always wonder if you still love me,
Because even if you tell me a lot, you don't tell me much.
Never speak of you, only of me; that is how it seems.
Answer me this.
Have I changed?
How do you feel about that?
Am I worth the trouble?
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Rae Mort Sep 2013
Insomnia
Silence…
Peaceful, finally alone
Safety, no one to hurt me
Calm, I don’t have to worry
this is
Tranquility.

It lasts too long…
Anxiety, alone for a while
Dreading, when they will ruin it
Panicking, where is everyone
I’m getting
Paranoid.

Lasts forever…
Maddening, I can’t stand this
Insanity, I’m going crazy
Confusion, this darkness is overwhelming
This life is
Chaos.
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Jay Oct 2016
a soulless grave
i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
afraid to peep inside
of who it might be
staring back
into my hazel eyes
could my innocent youth be harsh-fully swept away
if it was my mother whose eyes id have to face?

i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
where my ears start to ring with echoes of heavy sobs that soon shred into weeps
whose funeral might this be?
was it possible that my late night bawling to god, to place that husband of hers under the rug, had finally been done?

i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
when my mind immediately hits the ***
might this be the ceremony
to sendoff ,the person with whom i shared my soul?
might the bag of deceased bones
belong to the person
death was too afraid to take,
because of the ecstasy we both did generate?
would this ceremony actually be, my worst nightmare to come true?  

i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
i am suddenly held hostage inside my own brain, forced to see all the nights id been swept away,
under the wings of insomnia
where id been dipped into a deception
making the sky seem like perfect company, in a romantic way
and the moon my dearest friend, in the best of ways

i am standing beside a hole where a soulless body lays
im fed up of being at this ceremony
i now want to leave
the place however
starts to fill with mobs
and never ending sobs
i see my parents greeting guests
and i see my best friend trying hardest to not break
for gods sake whose loss is being grieved in this hollow place
i stumble as i walk upon the open grave
filled with angry puzzles to piece
tears of all these eyes are by now enough, to create an ocean inside this place
an ocean however that i can not cleanse myself in to be saved

i am standing beside a hole where my soulless body lays
and soon i start to realize
ive been a tourist in my own grave
#poetry #depression #death #soul #insomnia #innocence #loneliness #youth #soulless #plottwist
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Paige Apr 2014
Muerte Masks
I used to be ignorant
Despising culture and language.
But now I see hurt
Fear
Anger
Frustration
Hunger
Instability.
Over thousands of miles away they cry and dream.
Like me.
They grew up faster than me.
Became more cautious of death.
For its mask is not as hard as its bite.
Whispers of muerte slither through the gusty winds at day and night.
Women and man disappear into this muerte mist.
It slips into their dreams as they sleep on trains.
Jolts them awake at times,
Falling to another ground of death.
For this muerte hangs on like a burden,
Waiting for the bandits to arrive,
To follow their shadows
Then leave the ***** work to them.

Violation
   Slaughter
     Harrassment
       Theft
         ****
           Barbarism
            Fresh Prey

This is only the beginning of these actions.
Running doesn't escape their fate.
Insomnia pumps their veins.
Exhaustion wears heavier than the thick skin.
Muerte masks cover the faces.
Women
  Men
    Children
      Babies

It laughs and taunts at their survival.
They can't see these masks or stop them.
It's a struggle in itself to keep that omen away.
They know them too well.
Smell too many scents of fear.
Hate to see these people strive for a new life that they were meant to live.
There is more power over the border of America than what we hear.
The innocent voices of the dead sing to everyone of all colour, but our ears won't wake up.
We are more dead than they are.
Los inmigrantes necesitan ayudar con su nueva vida.
Tenemos esperanza!
That's just a phrase that gets thrown now like a piece of paper tossed in the wind.
Like knowing the sun rises and sets.
No one here cares about the struggle or hears the sound of the muerte masks.
Working families are the ones dying,
and these muerte masks are thriving.
Are you a muerte mask, just thinking ignorant thoughts on culture, ethnicity, immigration and what is being portrayed on the media?
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Malintha Perera Nov 2014
Insomnia
Blood moon
dripping with solitude
each pore a mossy mole.

The backdrop transparent
blue waters
molecules of sand
at the hollow
sunken eyes.

Waves throw against
artery edges
a rising tide climbs high.

I’m still
in my solitary vessel
eyelids apart
the blood of life
crawling in my veins.
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Jocelyn May 2010
Waves of Tranquility
Memories float around my head,
as I lie awake wishing for sleep.
Thoughts of love gained and lost,
visions of past lovers calling out my name.
Friendships lasting through it all,
unchanged by jealous girls and silly boys.
An inner child begging to be released,
to fly high on the lonely old swing set.
All the while praying for a visit
from the all too elusive Sandman.

Insomnia perseveres
and fights through the fog of memories.
The most charming of dreams
contend for control of my consciousness.
Dreams of grassy fields and summer days
attempt to whisk me away to a special place.
Fears of success, life and love
pull me in a differing direction.
The tug of war is tiring
and lasts for an eternity,
but the dreams come out victorious.
Tranquility calmly washes over me
and my eyes softly shut.
Thoughts and memories fade away,
as I soundlessly drift to sleep.
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nina Aug 2017
temporary insomnia
it's 5am & im having trouble sleeping tonight
since you aren't here.
so i'm just listening to cigarettes after ***
& all my favorite moody songs in our room,
in the dark, with my headphones pushed into my ears.
it's kind of peaceful & beautiful & dark,
but it's not the same as when you're here.

i can feel your soft, smooth skin still slightly lingering on my fingertips,
yearning to feel your warmth against my body.
i can smell your fragrance next to my flushed cheek
as i press my face into my teddy bear,
he's wearing your cologne sprayed shirt.
i slowly scroll through the few photographs i've claimed of you
& with a steady smile on my lips,
i dream of a day you could finally see yourself as beautiful as i perceive you.
my heart is with you, doing all the things i'm unable to do here.
i'm unable to hear you say "i love you too" & "goodnight" in your sleepy deep voice,
unable to adore you as i stroke your forehead
& nuzzle into the curve of your neck,
unable to giggle & kiss your cheek
as your hand searches for me in your sleep,
unable to turn over & feel you pull me in tightly, close to your chest,
unable to awaken to see your sleepy morning face
& watch your lips slowly curl into a half-smile as i tease you by mocking your morning caveman grunts,
unable to see your beautiful bright blue eyes staring back into mine
as you finally open them
& i hear you say "good morning" softly...
but my heart is there, holding you, kissing you, cherishing you, protecting you.
although it's so difficult to sleep without you
& it pains me to see your side of the bed, empty,
i swallow my sadness & breathe deeply for the moment i get to see you again.
for the moment i will hold you tight in my arms, kiss your soft loving lips
& see your lighthearted smile once more.
& when i can't sleep, i just write poems
about how i miss you & love you & how breath-taking you are to me.
you know i've always had a way with words,
always been able to write pages describing anything & everything
so it touches the mind or the heart.
& now, here they are, all my words,
inspired but clumsily strung together
for you.
even your absence inspires the best of my words to come forth
like an endless love song
& i'm blessed that you are in my life.
i'm blessed & honored to belong to you.

it's 5:30am & it's difficult to sleep without you.
so i write about you, to keep your essence here with me long enough for me to sleep.
#love #relationships #boyfriend #distance #missing #passionate #beautiful #heart #insomnia #long
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DieingEmbers Feb 2012
Insomniac Tea Party
Insomnia serves me coffee
in a cracked china mug...

leaving water marks
on the patina of my soul
as morning passers me by
upon the hostess trolly,

it's one wobbly wheel
squeaking tunelessly
mocking my
pain.
When the mind starved of sleep we see things differently
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WickedHope Apr 2015
A Rant About Absolutely Nothing Of Importance To Anyone But Me
tell me i'm being a dramatic brat
because i'm the one
who turned you down
i threw you away

you have saved my life
too many times to count
i tried to give you space
these long years
six years ago
you met me
and i was a doll
and you were a bird
and now i am nothing

i expected to be your last
pick as it's been
for the past years after
she told you no as always
i actually expected that
i'm such a *****

but she said yes
she told you yes

i remember
when we were thirteen
back when we were thirteen
and now you're and adult
and i'm not far behind
and you said she'd be with him
and in my head i added that
you'd be with me
you'd be with me
it seems i've always been
a presumptuous little *****

i can't believe
i'm crying over you
you always made me cry
more than anyone
even back when i was twelve
do you remember when
we were twelve
and you told your instructor about
how you gave me my insomnia
you were the start
of the problem that still
haunts me at late hours
but you were the start
you were the start of me
of so much good
you are the only one who knows
the secret i won't tell a soul
not another soul
just us alone
you are the first one
the first one i loved selflessly

i tried to give you space
i know i came back a few times
but i tried to forget you
in other men
because you proved to me
not all men were
*** driven pigs
utter *******
like i grew up with

and i asked last year
i asked why not me
what with all our chemistry and how
you're the only one
i have ever let touch me
with out panicking
you are the only one
i asked why
and you gave me the reason
the one thing i cannot change
and i weep over it bitterly
that the only thing keeping me from you
is perhaps
the thing i love most about you

and i wanted one night to feed
my craving for all the nights
but she took it from me
the sweet girl
who has the one thing
i do not
the sweet girl
you met a year before me
and you fell in love with
seven years ago
a year before i fell for you
i love you

i just wanted that one night
one night
a girl who is devastated
over one night of her life
tell me i'm being a dramatic brat
because i threw you away first
and you haven't given me
a second chance i don't deserve
~
To Bird.
I hope you have a good time...
#love #heartbreak #kindof #lovestory #hefinallygotthegirl
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Sjr1000 Dec 2013
Creativity & Madness I walk the razor's edge
Creativity
&
Madness
I've walked the razor's edge.
Playing it straight
In public places
No one knew
The thoughts and voices
Running around my head.
Fortune dictated
I never made it
To the walking dead.

Secret sharers
Come to me
At the beginning
And at the end
Of their plunge
Into that madness
Falling off the ledge.

No sleep came to them
Electronic insomnia
Ran them.
Cars became creatures
Screaming at them
As real as the table
Between us.

Imagination run wild
A chariot
The horses sweating
And running full speed
The reins either
Flapping untamed
Or
Imagination chained
Directed into these lines.

Creativity
&
Madness
At the razor's edge.

Disorganization
Voices screaming
When the wind is silent.
Miming up against the walls
No one can see them at all.
And in space as they said
"No one can hear you scream"
And space surrounds me.

Creativity
&
Madness

Pros & cons
Cost benefit ratios

*** makes it worse
The roots ungrounded

Crystal gears it up

Alcohol numbs the
Mind with depression's
Blanket of dread.

While ****** leaves
You strung out and lead.

The drugs they give you
Leaves you walking dead
But calm and able
To
Play it straight in public places
Far from the
Razor's edge
Of creativity & madness.

What's a poor boy to do?
Wind up sleeping in the park?
Cold wet encampment bound
Lost in the landscape
Of madness
Sights
Shadows,
A mind full
Of old echoes
Blinding.

How do we walk
This line?
A few fall over
A few are left behind.
Some never know what they could find
And some find that it all resides
At the intersection
At the razor's edge...
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Tabitha Sullivan Jan 2015
Untitled
It'll be over soon
That's what they all try to say
Once he's put away it'll be over
No it won't be.
It will never be over..
I will still cope with this
He will still be the reason
For this endless insomnia
For the realest nightmares
For the way I cringe when touched
He took my normal from me
But yea..sure...
Once he's in jail it'll be over..
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AJ Claus Oct 2013
Insomnia
Tick tick tick tick tick
Clock endlessly ticking, clicking in my ear,
On and on, will it ever stop?

Tick tick tick tick tick
Seconds pass, slow, barely moving,
Louder and louder, practically screaming now.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Rolling over, flipping pillows, kicking covers,
Nothing, not a thing, is working.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Eyes squeeze shut, then open, drooping,
Won't stay closed, won't let me disappear into darkness.

Tick tick tick tick tick
How long has it been?
Hands moving on the clock, going...backwards?

Tick tick tick tick tick
My dreamland awaits,
Yet all I can do is daydream about those far off dreams I want to dream.

Tick tick tick tick tick
My mind is my prison,
My cruel captor, my mortal enemy,  my unending undoing.

Tick tick tick tick tick
I must be going mad, utterly mad,
Stuck with this insomnia inside my blanketed asylum.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Hoping my tears will bring exhaustion,
But I'm just left in an ocean of hopelessness.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Staring at the inhuman neon numbers
That have come to rule my night, my life.

Tick tick tick tick tick
I try anything, no matter how cliché.
But not even counting coats of snowy wool can help me now.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Please lift me from this retched curse.
I'd take 100 years of sleep over no time at all.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Why won't my thoughts stop? Please!
Leave me be, leave me alone, let me sleep!

Tick tick tick tick tick
Yet they still run on, never-ending,
As the clock tick ticks away to the beat of my heart.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump,
Clock and heart in time together, intertwined as one.

Tick     tick        tick           tick              tick
As my heart slows, coming to a final stop.
I am grateful, and the clock fades off once and for all.

Insomnia gone,
I can sleep at last,
And I'm drawn into another world
Where my dreams become reality
And sheep frolick through fields
Along with me for all eternity.

Tick

Tick


Tick



Tick




Tick





Stop.
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Sierra Alizae Lauth Jul 2015
Insomnia Can do it to You
i feel my lungs expanding,
My heart is so demanding,
For the air i need to breathe,
As i fear i cannot see,
These screams surrounding me,
As i lose my will to live
They thrive,
Holding me in place, they lied
Pushing me away, this is a bad trip
They tell me
This is a bad trip
She screams, this is only the tip of the iceberg,
That we will all drown beneath,
STOP!..........................................
I need to breathe, I cannot see or hear,
I wont feel the pain,
You've killed my brain like cancer,
You've eaten me alive,
And oh how you thrive,
While i die on the inside
And i knew right from the start
That you would Break my heart
And ill scream from the pain
The Numbing In my brain
The oh so fragile skin, you touch
This is a sin, this is Too MUCH
STOP......................... its not enough
But I do it anyway
I wont be okay
I'm allowed to be mad and hurt
I don't care what you have to say
You played, a twisted game
It Broke, my glass heart
My hands Bled
I cut them on the little pieces
When I tried to love you with them
I'm not smart
I wasn't from the start
It hurts
but only during the bad parts
I Thrive
Because you make me feel like art
STOP...............
When did this become about you
I Wrote this train of thought
I thought we were through
But your always on my mind
To kind to leave me behind
And it kills me
But id rather die than lose you
And you know that i wont go
Theres far too much to show
Ill fight, even if its not right
And youve given up on me
I see
You cant ask me to leave, i wont
I wont go, not unless you beg
I prey, you never go that far
This felling is so bizarre
Its hard
STOP!..............
My hollow body aches
Stop!!!.....................
My breath you always take
Stop............................................
Please don't leave me behind
stop.....................................................
­This is where we say goodbye
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Rafael Melendez Jul 2018
Goodbye
Even through the midnight insomnia, drunken, drugged up death binges, I still remember your face. Don't think I'm lying, I still remember the taste of the salt in your tears. Soaking up your hopes and fears, what had I become.

Your death.
Your wake up call.
Your very last piece of failure.

Goodbye.
#failure #death #rebirth #goodbye
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vail joven May 2014
remnants
you left
and took
everything

yet you leave
your unwanted
things in my
messy room

your red lipstick
stains on my
white pillowcases
resemble blood
and flowing
heartbeats

your records
still play on
the radio
at 3 am
when i am
at my loneliest
and my insomnia
brings me
no dreams, 
only half-awake
nightmares

your image
is present
in every single
corner of my 
daydreams

and the wind
still whispers 
your poetry
into my
open windows
like an unending
symphonic
torture 

these ghost
memories have 
done nothing
but haunt me
of what could
have been

and we both
know these
poltergeists
will live
longer than
i will

because they
feed off of
my longing

and i know
i will still
love you
even past
death
#love #depression #girl #pain #death #ghost #longing
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NiTSUDD Sep 2016
Insomnia of Gloom
It is early in the morning, and I've yet to find sleep.
Not to say that I'm searching, my thoughts are too deep.
I think of you and I think of her, women on my mind no suprise.
I think of how both my beloved are asleep next to other guys.
I think of my childhood dreams, and how most of them I still keep.
I recall the times that i smiled and had no trouble falling asleep
in my own room.
Insomnia of gloom.
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Mara Kennet Jan 2015
there are worse things than being alone
oh yes
there are worse things
than being alone
Bukowski

there are worse things
than being alone
there is a death, a sickness, poverty
sum altogether, add some salt
from my pursed lips
this is my life without you
there are worse things
hurricanes, tsunamis, tornadoes
and broken childhood
and I love you
and am happy
when you leave
I evacuate the town of my happiness
I break down my card or toy houses
my child inside of me cries
you break my happy childhood
you break me
oh yes there are worse things
the depths of insanity
the oceans of the desperation
insomnia
Time magazine always changes its cover
why would you leave me now
in this gray and gloomy world
one on one with grief
there are worse things
but this place without you is pretty
bad
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Alvin Lu Jan 2014
"'Insomnia with Double Quotes'"
As I drift on the edge of sleep
Where my desires and reality converge
Like wet sand on the beach
Left behind by the receding tide
To either fizzle out slowly in summer's sun
Or be blown dry by winter's wind
Bubbles of foam seep out from beneath the grains
They form thoughts, and then they pop...
Silently.
Does a bubble make a sound when it pops?
Do we care about the demise of such a fragile object?
Aren't our lives just like a bubble?
My eyelids flutter open and closed
Micro-sleep is only a term that constantly awake people use
If we're supposed to sleep a third of our lives
Where does the difference in the estimated time go?
Moments in this wee hour of night or morning
Where I'm drowning in a sky of my own thoughts
Am I really alive?
Or is this a lucid dream?
The answer is unknown
I'm already asleep
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Kiagen McGinnis Apr 2012
April vignettes
asking all the questions but the hardest one

-           -           -          -          -

when you say you want to cry because you’re sorry, i want to weep because i don’t believe in apologies

-           -           -          -          -

the almost blue sky is suffocatingly beautiful. unfamiliar bed and an all too familiar feeling. limbo limbo limbo under this invisible bar;backbending for the small things, the intangible things. like the dark green around your iris, or the slight, instinctual brush against my cheek.giveandtakegiveandtakegiveandtake,give

-i love you

-i can’t answer that truthfully

-           -           -          -          -

i walk outside in the dark and there you are, blowing dandelions with your back on the grass, a friend who shows up when i don’t realize i need it

-           -           -          -          -

‘you seem like the type of girl who has never had to watch a dream die’

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justification for not sleeping: why the **** break a perfectly handsome insomnia streak? also, music.

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roofs, cigarettes, porches, cigarettes, satisfyingly self destructive habits, Tom Waits, coffee black as the nicotine inside

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or whatever.
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