"insomnic" poems
Our love was toxic
We fried each others brains
Hollowed our hearts out
But still managed to clog our arteries
Our oxymoron
Love
Hate
Bedroom bottled screams
Kept each other in an insomnic state for days
Your nails dug into me and I could no longer tell
If we were making love or simply
*******
Your kisses stung
Your eyes pierced my skull
You carved your name into my red
Tender skin
And I scratched
I scratched at your pesticide
Designed to **** this rodent
For you
The viper to feast upon
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Moving in slow motion
Discrediting the old notion
Standing still
hands on the window sill
Feeling the vibrations
Within the walls
Watching opinions clashing
As Deafening as horns blaring
No decision can be made here
Dusk to Dawn to Dusk
The same noise
Over and over again
Oblivious of the wallflower
The self appointed refree
Now as invisible and the paint beneath the wallpaper.
Who is in the right, here?
Silence, I say quietly
Silence, I shout more loudly
We're in an insomnic haze
Arguing over what we know not
They've made us mindless,
Zombies living on lies.
Wake Up!
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
After the cows come home
And the sun goes down
And the moon spills milk
As the world shuts its eyes
Withdrawing its senses
Like a still tortoise
I awaken to life
Perched upon the Parijata;
Taking unto myself
the agony of the world
in silent contemplation.
What of the haunt of the night
Before the haunt of my heart!
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
I wonder what it is that keeps you up at night. Is it the insomnic dinosaur that pulls you out of your sleep or the nightmares that pull you from the night?
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC