"sleeptalker" poems
From what well of unconsciousness do these words come?
How deep, how strange?
Muttered beneath thin sheets of sleep.
They come from a place where there are no lies.
Even so, the truth is tricky.
You never can tell.
It's good to know you're there to keep me from believing.
I wish you weren't listening, but hold me down, hold me down.
I say such silly, silly things.
Rhyming words of confession
I've offered accidentally
With no intention of repenting.
My own words, drunk on slumber,
Become an unyeilding relentless God
Who keeps me more honest than I need to be.
Who am I when I claim these memories that aren't my own?
When I recall experiences that don't belong to me?
Why don't I remember any of it? Any of it?
From what thick air do these visions unfold?
Dark clouds, thick rain
To wash clean and baptize dreams,
Revelations ripe for misunderstanding.
Even so, the truth is tricky.
Of that you can be sure.
You really should know how special you are
That I would trust you with these
Words, confession, dreams
Blank verse
A stream of nonsense, funny as hell.
From the belly of the beast you'll hear me laughing
At the God of inhibition, the God of oppression.
For who am I to bear this curse?
Why shouldn't I plunder memories and experience
When I won't remember a thing in the morning?
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
**You were talking in your sleep again.
Finally admitted your mistakes but it's too late.
I'm awake laying in bed, the waters rising, my pillows wet.
Where did all this water come from?
You spoke late night diatribes, sweet nothings and the waters up to my ears.
I can't hear **** the waters rising again.
I'm staring at the ceiling and it took form of scarlet, vanillas skies.
I'm almost underwater now, my lips, and the tip of my nose are touching the surface.
My visions a blur, I'm drowning alive.
I finally figured out the origin of the artificial forming body of water in my room.
All this water is coming from you, from the leakage in your mouth, truth saliva.
Your somniloquy song usually last thirty seconds.
I guess, the only time you can speak honesty, is when you're sleep talking.**
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
what is worse
After all
Me writing lies
On your wall
Or the secrets
Oh the ones you keep
Hidden but found
When talking in your sleep
Trying to keep
the pain from the door
Leaves me numb,
Leaves me sore
Drenched in silence
from the deepest ocean
i'm tired from tracking
your every motion
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Last night I heard you crying
In your sleep.
You mumbled softly to another cause you never
Sound that sweet when you talk to me.
You even smiled a smile . A smile I haven't
Seen in years.
Last night I thought I heard you moaning in your sleep
A soft surrender sound that caused my very soul to weep
You sighed and turned your back to me and
That turn cut me deep.
Last night I heard you call a name so sweet
a name I just can't dare to hear repeat.
Years gone by and you had vows to keep but the meaning
of the vows you took have faded and gone cheap.
washed away by years pounding grief.
Last night I saw you smiling in your sleep
You gently wrapped your arms around the lover that you keep
Last night I heard you end us in your sleep.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 5:27 AM UTC