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"sleepytime" poems
coffee in the night wakes me for the evening, sipping as I listen to cool tunes from the lady strummer sooth, oh the taste of a nice fresh brew, potent and dark, the caffeine streams through blood to the brain, nice quick buzzbuzzbee in my head. reprieve from the shop to the abode no one knows, down the road curved heavy I strode and sank deep into muses sweet song, echo ear to ear soul soothsayer, calm coffee nerves, trade lines of rhyme in a compact black notebook of wonders belonging none other to d-bake, spirit of the sun, wandering peace beast with worthy words and steady grooves. come midnight go and its time to depart. come home to dark demons seeping 'round corridors and corners, peeking for a sight of frightened prey to pounce on invisibly, startled through and through, spooks steering to insanity, must seek shelter **** covers with sleepytime tea. long discussions over late telephone, with lady of dreams come true, of one consciousness such that no puzzle piece stands apart and one love binds the confines of it all , mind shatteringly simple yet most don’t seem to see the beauty of all infinitely one.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 10:34 PM UTC
Meet me at the Coffeeshop
Watch the watchmaker make and watch my slow, clumsy feet. They, the feet of another, it seems, are trying too hard. Slow down. Screams not heard by deaf ears made in vain. Try again later. See the seemaker make and see or don’t. It’s not time for that says my slow, clumsy heart. Blink once. And see. Make and see.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
Sleepytime #1
My chest is wound tight. The breath doesn’t come easily. What rattle? What wheeze? The child leads me to the shed out back. What happens here? rattle I don’t know. wheeze Do I know the child? Of course I do. It’s _______________________.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sleepytime #2
I slept with the thought I would never quite sleep When my mind works the night-shift, and my thoughts flit and creep From the back of a wavelength, to the edge of the steep Steep Steep drop at the edge of my cup of steeped tea. Sleepytime camomile My whole life I've been wide-eyed Asleep.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Camomile
i woke up and decided i didn't want to go to school today i need a break from everyone, and especially him i do not need to see his face so i made myself my favorite herbal tea called Sleepytime add two and a half spoonfuls of sugar not three, three's too much and two is not enough also you _need_ to add a lot of honey thank you i'm sitting here in my new yellow room with my new wildflower bedsheets and the star-shaped glitter in my lava lamp reminds me of the way i want to shine and i immediately though of dance and how i could prove to people i'm more every drink i take fills me with peace and i close my eyes just to take it in i don't get too many moments like this the orange coffee cup reminds me of you you said you liked the color orange and how come i now like it too? i think i'm falling for you if that's wrong, please tell me i don't want to make you unhappy in this moment, i felt happy i actually feel something again and darling, it's because of you
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
i felt something again
Sleepytime tea Soft purple sheets Puzzles that hurt your brain Good book Reading nook Any kind of rain Picture of me at two by the lake Striped pajama pants Facebook invite Natural light Beautiful tortoise-shell cat My bed Real bread Dark chocolate (70%) No worries DQ Flurries And afternoons with no end.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
My List
my heart is battered in lipstick stains porcelain and sleepytime smeared upon on a chalk wall messy and temporary dust out my eyes grease my elbows sharpen my edges ease the onset of her ***** speech for I think I am addicted
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Heroine
If You're constantly in a rush to go nowhere... How will you even know when you get there? You BerenstAined my cloud but I don't care bear As the skies turn grey and Earl once again is there And Sigh With Tea... feet up,Tiki torch relaxing on the back porch Her Lonely wandering fevered heart, Oolonging for a counterpart Coffee shops invade the streets, with free wifi, and no empty seats With each and every ground up bean, the owner's eyes bleed green Another dirt water date and guy, when all she really wants is Chai And Sigh With Tea... A cup of Afternoon delight, halfway to the night I was supposed to give a speech, but you could say I dropped the ball Because those who can't teach, Can crash a test.. dummy into the wall Fingernail scrape upon the Blackboard, because she's all out of chalk Smoked a heavy Herbal Supplement, now we can all barely even talk Thank god for NonVerbal conversation as my brain's got writer's block And Sigh With Tea...Evening's here, one more drink just so I can think Shoes are off,as you finally made it home, but you came down With A nasty cough,perhaps a syndrome,called a Hypochondriac's Myth You worry too much, coat your throat and Gingerly plead the fifth Sleepytime, may you have dreams free of the Grim Reaper's scythe And Sigh With Tea..with each tasty sip your An.xi.ety begins to slip
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
And...Sigh..W/Tea
late night, sun rising guess i haven't slept again a crisp morning dew fall's hushed announcement a gracious breeze heaves warm hues then settles again it might rain today perhaps the perfect soundtrack deep sleep through my woes
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
sleepytime saturday
Stranded on Lonely Street my rags gone in with the wash my dress shred into pieces by an ugly violent man come hither young lady ‘oh just **** off!’ following me I stop and stare ‘yeah what?’ he crawls backwards then runs across roads into the council buildings. Gutter rubbish-my rot stench emanating from every piece of my core. I am crud saved dregs from my mother’s hands rubbing the trash through my clothes. Wash hands Miriam every day: to ignore such warnings! Now dirtbag I am killing stones uppity on L. St. We hover like lost lovers hurrying our parts number two the other half but they never arrive. Back under the bridge. Shoot up some nice H; it soothes soul cleans out head rot rest sleepytime. Dark I stare upwards looking at the milkyway a-crashing star coming towards me! **** Help! BOOM!
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC
Lonely Street