"sleepyhead" poems
My mind is wandering
Going to places I've never been
Trying to acquire wisdom
But all I've got is boredom
Procrastination is my enemy
And laziness is envy
I am chasing a dream
Should I wake up now or stay asleep??
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
up and down the east coast
in a cheap used Honda
sunshine, clear sky
fuzzy AM radio
windows down, cool breeze
no sense of direction
road signs and carelessness
take place of a gps
no contact with the rest of the world
empty highway
scenery all around
laughter
an adventure?
nothing matters but this moment anyhow
not the next minute
nor the next hour
nor tomorrow
we're not in New York anymore
"Are we there yet?"
there is no "there", yet
no pictures
only memories
make it last
Rest up sleepyhead
You'll need it
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl?
Someone New - Hozier
I just can't put my finger on it.
something about her is goregous.
Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton
You're right. It's totally her ***
Ugly Faces - Watsky
Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault.
Do Better - Say Anything
Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home.
All Time Low - Jon Bellion
Oh c'mon, She's not that bad...
Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX
Well like... her personality is pretty cute.
Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement
I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat.
Glad You Came - The Wanted
Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends.
*To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords*
I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave?
*You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords*
You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them?
Working - I Fight Dragons
No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work.
My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table
Oh perfect!
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Yeah I should go to bed.
Let me finish this poem first.
Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok
I'm stuck on this line.
What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word?
Home - Phillip Phillips.
That's adorable... you're so right.
See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa
**** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out.
Get Over It - Ok Go
Dude. That's like super insensitive
Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto
No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that.
Lean Into The Fall - Mona
I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you.
All The Stars In Texas - Ludo
That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that.
Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers
Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app.
R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys.
I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment.
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
This is getting weird. I'm going to bed.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off.
Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
"Try to shoot me down?
You wish you were as fearless
as I am right now,
and if that heart beats
I'll **** it into pieces.
I'd throw it away.
I'm not an artist,
I am death incarnate but
warmer than you thought.
Aim for my bad side,
you make it look cliche and
I make it easy.
No one could stop me;
remind me who ***** with me?",
Princess Sleepyhead.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
what i said:
"you sound rough this morning."
what i meant:
"your voice is lavender and honey and tea time and supernovas colliding with gentle breezes and if i could wake up to it, just once, cocooned in a tangle of your arms and couch cushions and that blanket you keep in the back of your car, i swear by the stars in my eyes no one on this godforsaken planet would be out of earshot of my singing
i hope that tonight when i dream of you--it is no longer a matter of uncertainty, but anticipation--you speak like you've just overslept your alarm and frantically motored yourself to where i am, like is the case today.
i wish you had chosen me but if i could only listen to you speak to me, about anything--rivers or math homework or football or belonging or music or even your girlfriend--i promise i would listen with the beating urgency of a swimmer in a frozen stream, i would savor each word from your lips, like they were the spring and i was the underground daisy waiting for your kiss.
and in precisely three days i will have an essay to compose about a beautiful topic that would consume me thoroughly were it not for the memory of your groggy morning voice, so full of raspy complacency i can't breathe but instead of fulfilling my obligations i will be hashing out halfway comprehensible poetry about you and crying about how i cannot recreate the sound of your voice with any combination of hollowly clicking keys.
you are so beautiful that i could spend the remainder of my life with a five-subject notebook, scrawling 'your eyes. your smile. your hands. your voice' over and over endlessly and die feeling as though i had lived a thousand years of quiet adventure.
you are so much and too much for me and i have no idea why you see as much in me as you do but i will not question it, for fear that if i were to come too close to you, to run my fingers along the marvel of your face you would shrivel and unfurl into nonexistence, like the leaf in the fire."
and also:
"why can't your voice always sound like this?"
and finally:
******* you're attractive"
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
A pair of identical twins, a pair of ******* –
I wonder if we shall stay as similar when I become an adult
or if December 29th, 2013, I am to be a sleepyhead
no more. I wake up early and go to work and come back home
without needing you, broad man, to prop up my bones.
I wonder if adolescence is merely acting as a canvas
perhaps off-white, but not intricate,
expecting, waiting for an artist to sculpt from the material:
mine mine mine a man of twenty-five, small feet
big fingers soft toes a heart that bleeds paint clumsily.
I became him somehow, and the opposite of him, too.
The body language, stepping chest-first,
it appears so similar as if we were ghosts of each other but it
nevertheless feels that he and I are never in a same room
watching separate films on TV with the same words.
To be careless, I wonder if that is adult
because if the contrary is true I have been there forever
and the train I made him venture did not have that destination.
I wonder if being a lady is different than being
a man. I wonder if we can be identical when I turn 18.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
As I lay me down to sleep,
I can't get you
out of my head.
Come run with me
to forever,
I'll hold your hands
till we grow older.
Smile when my eyes
are frozen,
because they're all frozen
for you.
Kisses might be far too soon,
but I'll be waiting,
our hopes and dreams
are ever in our destiny.
Let me take you
to the edge of all heartaches,
and show you
how beautiful it is
to be with.
Take this love of mine
wherever you go,
no, I don't even call it love,
I call it Geronimo.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I TELL them where the wind comes from,
Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box.
Kids-I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,
And the moonline creeping white on her pillow.
I have seen their heads in the starlight
And their proud chins marching in a mist of stars.
They are the only people I never lie to.
I give them honest answers,
Answers shrewd as the circles of white on brown chestnuts.
2.2k
Last night I had a blast
It was just me and her the entire 8 hours
From 1am 'til 9 something this morning
I cannot remember when we exactly departed
Thanks to that stupid muscle car outside I had no chance to say goodbye
I remember a glimpse of me saying hello
Everything seemed to happen so fast
Though the scene grew slow
We were in a setting that I saw before
But it didn't really make sense to me
However I felt every little detail
Our mind is Amazing
One's thoughts can contradict a lot
Do our actions always have to oppose the freedom of our mind?
Anyway
We were holding hands tighter than we've ever done before
We got the chance to laugh about things that usually would have resulted in bitterness
Never before have we collaborated with such tenderness
Last night was the first time in a long time that we came together w/o domestic belligerence
A few people was present to witness
But they're not gonna remember this like I will
Not even her...
I loved her
I hugged her
I didn't bug her
I didn't shove her
I kissed her
...
I miss her
Even though she's just up the way in her dorm
But...
Everything changed within an alarm
I may not ever get to see her smile like she did
We weren't irresponsible
Although it wasn't planned
However we had kids
...Little princesses
I'm trying to remember where we lived
We might have been living without sin
Because she had a ring on her finger that had a Rose-goldish blend
Around 10a.m I got up and checked my jeans to see if she gave it back to me
I may go early tonight to see if I can finish with what I've started
Hope I can somehow make her believe
Hope one day I can treat her like my Queen
...
Just the way I did in my dream
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
"a mecha bug
impossibly small
beady compound eye
cute little botfl y antennae
recording Me
sleepyhead
as I lay down
in my bed
embedding its little body
in my dreamcloud that's
above my head
in my bed
all my prayers + wishes
all my luck gifts from God
the robo-pede
uploads it's buzz code
And the scheiße repeats
tonight then tomorrow,
1 then 2,
2night then 2morrow
one then two
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
Hoobler Hobbler:
He brings only fatigue.
He is but just annoying,
He rarely does intrigue.
Even my brothers are
Extremely irritated so,
For they cannot do anything
Since he really cannot go
For even a strongman like old Mal
He cannot move this hefty tonne,
Both Adsel and Luke alike
Their words like an empty gun
Frank cannot do anything,
He just perches there to watch;
Mike and Blake hide in their hole
And Rooney's but a blotch
Oh this fascinating team
For once they really can't control;
This heavy weighted sleepyhead
Has just worsened this hellhole
Hoobler Hobbler:
It's not just the fatigue,
He also brings along chaos
But still doesn't intrigue
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
its a daily bread
wolf it down with your daily grin and bear it softdrink
talk out the night till you are a sleepyhead
and you mix and match your yawns with frowns
you carve it all out in your journal
little doodles illustrate the page
stick figure men battle
stick figure women try to look ****
and the bird flys free on a paper sky
the bird flys free
like the hopes that this will someway be you
in some incarnation of your
ever changing life spectacle
your ever changing detox from her poison pen tongue
be a bird who flys free on a paper sky
high above the noisesome stickmen
and such dire devils of nervous hands
twitch and fumble through compulsive motions
draw to keep the hand from being idle
draw to keep the mind flowing
and the bird breaks free
of the paper sky
and floats free in a realistic appearing world
in your sleepyhead dreams
paper birds deserve to be free too
just like you and i
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Princess sleepyhead;
secretly death, from below.
His hand is fast like
how planets may spin.
You sit on a projectile,
unable to see
anger and fury.
A tiger yawning before
it may **** it's prey.
Unpredictable
/impossible to predict.
Quicker than a thought.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
Have you talked to the moon recently?
Stop.
Don't listen to her,
because I told her everything about us recently.
I told her,
how much I love you,
and how much I adore you.
I told her,
that you are snoring in your sleep,
and you such a sleepyhead.
I told her,
that I'm so lucky to have you.
and I would never want to trade you for anything.
Don't ask her,
I wanna tell you myself.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
it was such a cold night with the frosty air kissed my skin and left it trembled. I was staring at the stars and whispered them how much I adore your mesmerizing smile as they promised me to take care of yourself,
"he is the Sirius, we know."
"he is," I giggled "so keep him safe."
then I danced under the moonlight with our playlist as the soundtrack. the moon giggled and shaked its head,
"it's getting late, you better go to bed than dance like an idiot."
"but, will you promise me to give him a goodnight kiss with your light?"
"anything you want, princess."
the city lights kindly guided me and my unicorn home safely without getting lost, although I closed my eyes along the road because I am a sleepyhead.
"goodnight, my Sirius."
— baby I'm living on my own fantasy,
will you still take me as I am?
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Goodnight Mermaid of the deep ocean blue,
May your colourful dreams all come true.
And when you awake to our warm sun yellow,
May you think first of this darling ol' fellow!
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Call me a medicine man,
and yeah, I'll be there for you sure,
dedicated to you only,
to help the one without a cure.
Once I step inside your heart
you'll begin to doze off,
and those shaky hands will be soothed
while letting your head rock to and fro; can't be helped.
You'd be my tiny little sleepyhead
holding that little dose in your palm
and you'll soon wander off
deep into the neverland of your own version,
forgetful of human senses:
the striking smell, the taste to savour,
the sound the music that is ever whimsical,
the bright light and the dim dark.
And I reckon you already like it
all surrounded by the forgetfulness
—the numbing sensations nullifying your will to rise,
and the pleasure finds shelter within you.
Then in your dream
you start to want me more,
not knowing the impending consequences
of forgetting all about yourself,
of drowning
further into the river
that we all call the sorrow,
and of falling faster and farther
until you know nowhere to return.
I call out "Wakey-wakey," then,
prying open your eyes and every doors
that'll lead you outside with haste
—the light shines upon your pupils
still drowned in tears,
bewildered, with your legs wobbling.
Yet you're no longer my sleepyhead anyway,
so walk on, off with you,
carry on with your stiff legs
—though you pretty much look like
you'll need a stick just to stand upright -
and do come see me
if you ever need me again.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
Mornings are unparalleled
When you didn't expect
To wake up
From the night before.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Come quarter to ten,
sleepyhead, time for bed
with brother close by,
what awaits you up there
at the top of the stairs?
As night unfurls
each step groans
like an old gentleman,
you ask what will greet us
when we’ve scaled this mountain?
A monster, a ghoul
or nothing at all?
Something he says
different from the rest,
a sight quite like no other.
Before the clock strikes bedtime
a marvel for you two
that won't be forgotten,
the oddest thing you've ever seen;
the feast, the beast and one jelly-bean.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Late night coffee shop buzzed on caffeine,
in tune with the buzz of electric appliances,
acutely aware of the young child sound asleep
on the arm sleeve of the man's coat
wrapped around him in ways that
his mother's arms are not,
her arms holding papers
like a poker hand,
the intonation of her Spanish by phone
easily understood as a night at the office,
telemarketing, swaying the buyer,
as Mr. Sleepyhead, opens bright eyes
wobblyturns to me to
feel out the audience.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
This world causes my sadness
Such suffering I cannot bear
Yet I drove her to her madness
And then I left her there
Close the world, shut out the sky
Allow this day to pass and die
‘Til the dreamer drifts to sleep
Take it now this soul you seek
Your eyes ask the questions why
My shame has no answer
She haunts me late at night
The tiny little dancer
So far from being whole
My parts are growing cold
Won’t be long until the reap
Now the dreamer drifts to sleep
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
~
Say good morning to the day
shining bright, a wondrous view
Open up your weary eyes
to these perfect skies of blue
The coffees on, it’s almost done
I’ll pour a cup your favorite brew
Come on, wake up, sleepyhead
my day can’t start till I’m with you
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
I. (The Gone).
They have gone.
Why does it bother me so?
A truth,
only a handful of gems
stay bright,
all others
faded
like pencil on paper
until a faint mark remains,
what was, what now is.
Names in conversation,
a drive down the alphabet
then and now,
clotted recollections
breaking apart
each time, stalled
in silent traffic.
A few, needles I suppose,
a shot in the arm
again, again,
I cannot believe
how many times
their voices
painted everything,
but long gone,
no abrasion or impact
to consider, to revise.
On occasion,
a stretch into fog,
icy melancholies
but not always
a echo,
moments to inform
me they can return
if they wish.
II. (The Bare Feet).
So, it is night.
Whorls of cream
came through the door,
sleepyhead next to me,
ragged, tired,
out of juice.
I can only say
‘I knew you would.’
This is not your home
but we’re not far away.
Lipstick less rosy,
sound of drums
still throbs in our ears
but it was worth it,
for confetti,
flecks of gold
whirling around
you, the crowd.
Peachy lights
spray across
your face,
piano black eyes,
warm bare feet.
It is not real
but we can touch,
we can speak.
On our knees,
we look at each other,
I hold you,
the minutes
stutter past
and for a moment
only silence,
silence is all
we need for our words
are used too much.
III. (The Next.)
It took
over a year
but we saw
each other again.
Since the end
of a grey June day,
two years
elsewhere,
forty miles the difference.
He quit,
the right choice
he tells me
as we reminisce,
that’s what it is
these days,
now he looks
for the next stage
and soon
it will be me
who must fully
step into adulthood,
like a foot plunged
into a bath,
too hot, too cold.
Did we expect this?
If we could see
next year
would we smile
or scowl?
Tell ourselves
it’s just the way
things go,
on, on, on.
Now, as I look
out my window,
the faintest tinge
of orange
descending,
I know, he knows
we don’t know
what comes next.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
A pyjama worn
you come along
together with my yawn.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
A seasoned spirit came to me and whispered through the vines
Said, come to me and you will see with otherworldly eyes
The grain was gathered up and stored in what you've built and kept
Although I've watched you walk away so many times, and wept
These walls are indestructible, the walls that house your heart
Surrounded by the higher things each time you fall apart
The ground will always move for you, the earth can only spin
But when the soil tills itself you'll turn to me again
I offer up a single cup of water for your needs
A colder finer sustenance, eternity exceeds
Continue on, September's sun has shined to keep you warm
The heat has changed October skies, compassion be adorned
And when the night is come anew remember what I said
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze, awaken sleepyhead
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC