"sleepness" poems
**** I did not get good sleep last night
Actually, I hardly even slept
Days have been stressful
Seconds have become burdens
Tasks I once anticipated with glee
Dissipated into mundane labor
I'm not going out as much
Life has become a bit more difficult
5 years ago I did not foresee
That this is where my road led me
I spent a lot of sleepness nights
Dreading my past failures
My missed opportunities
How did it come to this?
Why has my demorilization superceded
The calmed demeanor and self esteem
I had once possessed
I feel like I've been living life without
Consequence and lack the responsibility
To turn things on the wayside
Furthering my progression to return
To that road of calmed demeanor,
Rational thinking and love
The love I once had for myself
I need some fresh air
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
during a starless, sleepness night
when thoughts and feelings
are confused yet strong
I hear
Corelli's measured, jubilating voices
praising God
and sense
a master's pride
immodest
in its musical perfection
of transcendental adoration
reach out through centuries
the voice of human suffering
expectant of salvation
yet defiant
sounding victorious
even in its most humble moment
of timed defeat
the beauty of power
born of fragility
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
i have heard sleepness confer with night:
GIRLS!
what a boy might, like a boy who works
hard at them, like girls.
A BOY
with tall muscles, who works hard at them,
and would like to glide unvicarious
rills of longingfingers up thighs into
bunches of parting cotton,
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
these sleepness nights
and lonesome dreams
flashback of memories
calmed by fatigue
its useless to wonder
where you might be
your eyes wide open
wanting to see
your new found wind
glides you away
to a place perhaps
you can finally stay
seems best not to fight
or ponder what might
just want to rid myself
these sleepless nights
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
you were once worth
the pain
the boredom
the sleepness nights
but now
you're not worth
any of it
the tears
the heartache
gone
nothing
that is your worth
(violaceous)
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
You broke me down again and again and again
But I won't back down...
Like I'll never get used from being abused
It's okay I'll never look down
So where's the sound you made when you are around around my head
I can't sleep at night without you on my bed..
Time goes back down to one and I am missing you
Another sleepness night without the me and you
Another cold coffee and the lights are dimming low
So hit me one more time with a bolt of blue
And maybe this time around, I'll see you in a different view
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Cries pleading out in the dark,
New fears beginning to embark.
Goosebumps rising, sweat dripping,
Anxiety inside, fastly crippling.
Trying so hard to conceal,
All these fears I have to feel.
Faking all those laughs and smiles,
My thoughts so far, miles and miles.
Staring blankly, zoning out,
Positiveness I've started to doubt.
Missed the count of sleepness nights,
Feeling so alone when the pain bites.
Hearing whispers through out the night,
Looking around, no one in sight.
Shivers sent down my spine,
Having the feeling that I'll never be fine.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
You apologize for falling asleep.
My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.
You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
I sent my last goodbye
Unto the swirling winds
And sealed it with full of loves
I hope it will come to you
Whenever you are right now
For everyone who does not knew yet
You are not my biological father
But i never felt a stranger with you
I receive your unconditional love
Like your real child
Five days of sleepness nights
I've been waiting for you
To visit in my dreams
But there is no sign
I want to whisper
My final goodbye
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
oh blood the
increasing
of your
quickly intense
fragile
deepness
lurks with the hot sleepness of Summer,
whose languorous muscles prickle
(very steeply with clean waters of health
)
. straying
with new hands
of unmaking breath
between every flower
their fingers go into the
stems of young petals
making, by the brilliant
heat of life, some darkness wholly deeper
(completely more brilliant than
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC