"zzz" poems
Sweetly does the rain
Sing against my window,
As it stirs the lavender
That caresses my nose,
Growing beneath my window as
My mother planted it there to do.
Wary do I grow of counting the
Lines,
Groves,
And cracks in my ever changing ceiling.
I try making out images instead of counting, Lacking creativity all I can see is
White,
Frooved
Clouds.
Dusk is capturing the world now and
The rain has finished it’s melody,
The insects and frogs
Take the stage and
Somewhere in the distance
Is the cry of a lone hawk,
Maybe feeling left out of the insects and frogs Choirs as,
He cries
His sad
Song.
Pondering as to what the
Hawk’s story is
And as I ponder
I begin to hum
A soft melody keeping time
With the frogs and insects,
Maybe I am feeling left
Out like the hawk?
A breeze joins in,
String up the glories
Smell of lavender again
And cooling my face as it
Comes through the open window
I slowly drift
Off
To
Sleep...
...zzz
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
sleep isn't for the weak.
sleep is for those who hear "I love you" on a regular basis. sleep is for those who can intertwine their fingers with their significant ones. sleep is for those who can feel the warmth of a hug. sleep is for those who have someone to stay up with them at night to talk about aliens, indie music and politics. sleep is for those who have someone to admire them, even at their bedhead. sleep is for those who feel content, comfort and worth.
sleep isn't for those who stay up at night waiting for a good night call. sleep isn't for those who wait for a reply to the message they sent 3 days ago. sleep isn't for those who write long-ass poetry to someone who won't even read them. sleep isn't for those who cry at night, wishing they were enough. sleep isn't for those who think they don't deserve it. sleep isn't for those who have loved and will never be loved.
go to bed, self.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
As Dusk Slowly Grasped The Day In Cold Hands,
Blue Birds Snuggled Into Their Nests Of Soft Hay,
Clouds Rolled In--Tucking In The Frosted Lands,
Ducking Into Sleep Fragile Flowers Waited To Play,
Eager For The Day Robins Closed Their Tired Eyes,
Ferns Sway In A Befuddled Wind--It's Mind Whirling,
Gregarious Crickets Shake Away Their Frosty Ties,
Homesick Linnets Wings Spread--Elegantly Swirling,
Illuminating The Night Sat The Paled Lonely Moon,
Jubilant It Is Though, Upon It's View From The Sky,
Kissable Caterpillars Lounge In Their Cocoons,
Lost In Sleep They Dream Of The Clouds So High,
Mother's Of The Nocturnal World Lead Their Young,
Northward To Play In Wheat Filled Prairies,
Organic Love Loomed Where The Branches Hung,
Promenading Inside A Wind Smelling Like Berries,
Quietly The First Few Drops Of Rain Fell,
Ricocheting Off Of Budding Leaves,
Sweet Mother Earth Caught Everything In Her Spell,
Tonight A Sacred Lullaby Is Whispered By The Trees As,
Untamed Ligtning Struck The Frozen Ground,
Vibrating The Sky Thunder Crashed,
Water Swam Through The Air Creating No Sound,
Xenon and Nitrogen Screamed While They Clashed,
Yet No Gentle Creature Was Awakened--Grasping
ZZzz's Under The Year's First Shower
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Ticktock ticktock
Says the lazy clock.
Kring-kring-kring
Hear the morning sing.
Wake up! Wake up!
No more time for dreaming.
Zzz-zzz-zzz
Bees? Snore?
You're still sleeping.
Beep-beep-beep
It's your boss calling.
Bang! Hurry! It's 8 a.m.
And the world keeps spinning.
Ting! You're late.
Prepare for screaming.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
From day to day I rest my mind,
from the daily turmoils that lay hidden inside.
For how has it become of our nation's taboo,
to sit down all day like social-media infected baboons?
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
Fuckin' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Sleep
Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
Calling her
Into the black velvet blanket of
Unconsciousness...
Beckoning her
in an almost sensual way
She
Resists,
Pushes,
Sighs.
And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.
As time stands still...
movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
Telling her...
Sleep
is
on
its
way
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
You are the song of myself... That's why we resonate. But there is duality... Otherwise we're just ******* ourselves... We're the children of the Big Bang ... When you become the lightening rod for yourself, then we can *** together ... Forever ... Under the guise of J.H.Christ.... Why J.H.? Because there was a J.A., a J.B., a J.C. ... And this time, if we get it right, then we get to live forever zzz
Never get it right the infinite of eternity is hell ... God gave his only begotten son so the vampires would have something to feed on ... Puritanical is impure ... Perfection is flawed zzz eternal sleep... Vamps don't live forever, we do! U and I on the eye... Get to create heaven here on Hades .... in Walt Whitman's my self -->
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
when you wake up and its not all over
remember that there are countless
worlds you can escape too on these
pages and you dont have to show
anyone and they dont have to
look good. whats important is
that you get away from here
for a while. i know you cant
sleep and you dont wanna be
awake, i see the bags under your
eyes and you havent touched
solid food in a couple of days. if you cant
look to your past for comfort
because it hurts and the present hurts even more,
remember theres always tomorrow to offer
solace for today, right?
if you find yourself falling asleep
holding your own hand again
make sure one of them is strog
so you can pick yourself up
otherwise youre as pathetic as the
people who pretended to love you.
dont make me say this again
go to sleep
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Alcatragedy, aesthetics, and a
Bubbly feeling beneath our feet. Let's
Cruise between channels; there's no need to meet. Re-
Doxx on Galaxy's
Extremeties typeset whatever is
Faked, overridden, and
Glistening in chic.
Hybristophilionic puressure
Infracts upon the fourth wall we seek,
Jicking, ticking, trickling in.
(Kickstarted convection)
Life is beyond a stream...
Minuet attraction
Null, neo, and novelty
0.0
Pulse or minus me.
Quantitative lacerations, fantasy and a fascination
Recreations masking
Softsations
Taint my rose and wildest dreams!
Unphasing
Vermillion reasons to like it.
Wordless, grinding sonar screams; Isle,
Xana, et tu. Rumble a shy oasis in
Yeses, twos, and please
Zzz
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
There she would be
Under a spruce tree
Wild and free
Like sand at sea
Holding the waves frenzy
Filled with so much spree
Scenic and capri
Down to earth to thee
The rain and sun give her glee
Moon and stars zzz
Her roots are key
The door to the tree
A foundation to the marque
It's branches and leaves agree
Knock on wood she be
Logan Robertson
1/03/2019
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Across blanket seas, I lay my spent body to rest
Buried in comforter caskets, I don’t welcome this sleep,
Creeping slowly through consciousness. The
Darkness fogs, and regret and dread
Eat away at my psyche as I know that
Factitious deities await me on the river Styx.
Greeting spirits before they drift to Heaven or to
Hell, guards grab at passerby and direct them to the other side
Injustice! I scream as I’m guided down below the water, against
Jutting rocks amid the fire and brimstone and I beg for guidance to the
Kingdom of Heaven, renounce my Sins and pray to Him
Leaking lies across time, I plead for mercy for my eternal soul
Making testimony for my wrong-doings but my mistakes replay like a
Nightmare in my mind and sears my eyelids shut
Open your eyes! Come the screams of lost souls but I lay
Prostrate on the ground unable to move and I
Question my life and things that I’ve done. I try and
Reach for some redemption but the Man
Strikes me down with his thunder and
Threatens everything I am afraid of. He can smite me,
Unify all my fears with his words. He releases his
Verdict and all hope I had is wrenched from my grasp.
Watching me with judging eyes, the Man sits on his ivory throne and
X-pells me to Hell and I scream and I cry and I
Yearn so greatly to open my eyes but I am heavy with
Zzz ‘s and so very tired…
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
A dream-- B-dream-C- dream
D-- Divine- dream
E-- dream to the end of
E- Earth
F-- Fit for the dream
How far it seems
My first ever dream
A+ "Angels Dream"
B-Blood stereo types
Dreams are so C Computer advanced
One D-Demon -click
Please come back your way too slick
Your running out the door
Lets be careful what we dream for
All cliches
So Hype flying the parachutes
Does dreams come in
"Navy I Salute"
So **** designed cute
Sunshine awakening did you
feel her vibes wait a minute
Jump the dream her malamute
"To_ live_ a_ dream_ for all
the talking no money grabbing
Listen to the world what they are
...... asking".......
M-L-M marketing tribe
Walking like the Egyptian
"King Tut Pyramid"
Million Stars multitasking
My solo flight*
A dream is not a dream
Until your first cup of coffee
Names became unknown
I must be missing an angel
Quizzically Q- Queen
All the King horses
Money is real the dream
Like a paper moon
Once Upon A Dream
Eye mask beautiful to me
S-sleeping beauty
My Mom is so real
her name is Judy*
I'll be dammed "Miss Scarlet"Red
Many broken pipe dreams
Gone with the wind
Beyond my words
A change is good
In my dream "God" was changed
My heart brave what defeats
The singer dream gently down the stream
Our dreams the milky way heats
Such emotions pride and joy of passions
Heartfelt affections life is filled
with destruction
Sometimes nightmares the do or dares
What fears only the lonely
How a new birth is so lovely*
With love to the poem to the dream
heights the "Medieval Knights"
Was this my dream it feels so real? ZZZ
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
i wrap myself around you
and inside you and
outside
anywhere i can reach , and well
i apologize for it
and so do you
we take our apologetic love to the bank
i hibernate for a few days or weeks
you stare at the spider on the ground
we cry inside a bedroom
i cry inside a bathroom
you cry inside a car
while we sink
into this deep sticky love fort
it engulfs us whole
it chokes us
but gives a great massage and
i cant live right now without you, i hate to say it
i apologize for this and everything else before this
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I lay here in my bed watching tv. My mind is wandering aimlessly.
What am I going to wear for work? Man....I'm going to have to wake up extra early to iron. My dog comes and sits next to my bed.....takes his head and moves my hand .....so it rests on his head. He wants some attention from me.....a little love and I don't have to pay a fee.
I have work I need to finish...but I hate doing it at home. I guess I'll stay late at work tomorrow......don't want the upcoming week to start with sorrow. Hopefully ....I will be ahead and not behind .....I'm not a follower or standing in line.
My friend called and said her trip was fine. I sent her a text because she was on my mind. She called me a few hours later to say her day was fine. She sounded very happy .....but her only bad news.....she attended an affair and brought the wrong shoes.
The people didn't care because of the light she provided.....her presence had them excited and delighted. That's what she expressed to me...so I decided to write it. God allowed her to make it just in time.....and her experience made it into my rhyme.
Life happenings made into a creative piece.....a tailor... carefully measuring his work. This is custom made.....so that means it's one of a kind. I should be sleep.....but I have too much on my mind.
Maybe I can text the sandman and have him send me a dose of sleeping sand.....it's hard to hold and seeps out of your hand.
You are getting sleepy.......very sleepy....vee...slee...py.
Zzz...zzz....Zzz....zzz
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
*night night
sleep tight
everything's going to be alright
dream until the morning's light
adieu
my friend
good night*
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
If Alice stayed in Wonderland, I wonder what she'd find.
Would the revolution come? Or would we stay in double-bind?
Did Carroll have a migraine? Or a tumor in his head?
Is violet the favorite color because blood was meant to be shed?
What if a brunette fell down the rabbit hole? Would she even fall?
Or would she be too busy speaking to clouds, which speak to us all.
Would the Hatter be a shaman, or a schizophrenic fool?
Would he be put away on Earth, if indeed he broke the rules?
Would Alice have encountered serpents? Or was she bit from the start?
Would her sword still be a weapon? Or an inverted cross?
Did she believe in holy spirits, and evil that impaled?
Did she believe in gender wars, where zygotes did prevail?
Was there a sun in wonderland? Was it the biggest star?
What if Bethlehem had no nightfall, would they still see It from afar?
What was Alice's sign? Or was she the bulls-eye?
Or perhaps she was the 13th sign, and therefore never cried.
Did she recite the alphabet, and wonder where the letters lie?
A Beast, Love Man, Your Death, Count ZzZ's... (Don't be surprised.)
Is every day a mental health day in Wonderland? Do they believe in Halloween?
Do they remember past lives, as they remember Alice? Do they celebrate Christmas Eve?
If the Queen of Hearts was cut in half, would a question mark remain?
Did Jesus make a big mistake, and so we live in vain?
After the dragon's death, did Alice get bored?
Or did she start to play with pitchforks, knives, spoons and swords?
Did Alice believe in God? And was there knowledge in the tree?
And was this knowledge poison, or did it set her free?
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
Good morning all my friends have retired
Hello I am running out of things to do to forget that they have all made better plans and that I am not to be included
Good day to you to, zzz I am falling asleep sir
I am feeling my mind deteriorate from a lack of sufficient socialization
Zzzz I am falling asleep again because I don't want to think about it
Zzzzz I keep dreaming about you dearie why'd you go again
I am running out of things to distract myself with; who cares about diction when you don't have any body to spill out beautiful words to
My love, I'm getting close to substance abuse
My love, I'm afraid of trying it I am afraid of artificially feeling like I did before
I am still confused; you are not; I am missing out on something
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Sleep Izzz
S
Sl
Sle
Slee
Sleep
Sleep is
Falling in
Love sleep
Pretending I’m
Dead tired, Recharge
Rechargeable batteries
Little boy inside protests;
“Mommy I’m not tired I’m
Not
ZZZ
Sleep is practicing
Eternity without
God loves us
Infinitely
Sleep
ZZZ
ZZ
Z
Drugs
Caffeine, the
Enemy of Sleep
Nitrous oxide injection;
Heart rate motor revving
Wheels spinning directionally
Nowhere, driving my desk around
Curves and straightaways, skidding;
Waking the ADD child inside me
Dilated pupils and superhero
Fingers pirouetting, dancing
Across ASDF keyboards
As I translate the
Indescribably
Abstract
Ideas
Of
I
I’m Sleepy
Want to
Sleep!!
Sheep
Yawn
ZZZ
ZZ
Z
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Zzz the day
Let's let this one get away
it's okay,
gave our best to yesterday
overtime
never was my cup of tea
yet they squeeze
press the very best of me
piling on the sugar now
promising the moon and now
complaining drains
life's pleasure out of me
gimmee Z.
Skim the soup
otherwise we'll get too fat
trim the sails
and I'm off to where you're at
winter winds
sting my chin and mess my hair
better stay
wrapped in cozy blankets here
icy patches forming
on the windows
we lay warming
under covers, unaware
nothing bothers, not a care
let the phone ring
when in doubt
never mind,
I'm calling out
Stay up late
watching oldies on TV
lick the plate
leave it on the floor for me
it's okay,
make another can of soup
take a bath
and then shower off the bloop
wasting water, wasting time
waste not want not
never mind
let the toilet run and find
everything will
wait for you
you'll see~
catch your z
wait for me.
one more day to go around
nothings lost
but somethings found
the buzzing fan's
a welcome sound
draw the blinds
cause no one's gonna call
after all.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
My lust is a trip like DMT
A kiss of death I'm Poison Ivy
I smell of garlic and horseradish
I'm yellow in color
But not threatening my dish
I'm a scarlet lover
The White Mouse you failed to capture
and being a women I was slighted in the matter
Exhaling H5N1 on my breath
No one yielded once I left them speechless
Chirping my songs possessing the charms of sirens
Beauty is illusive
Seduction is bait
*** is violent
Power is the cake
I enjoy Big Boys for the chances they take
Ego is the downfall of the great
ZZZ top gives you the steak
I can't resist the urge to devour savoring the taste
Let's play for sake of convulsive spasms
I could use a good power trip followed by an ******
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
books aren't meant to be beautiful
impeccably pristine, high on a shelf
out of reach
of grimy little fingers
no bent pages
or slightly stained covers
from that coffee
you had last week
to do so is an injustice
like buying a ferrari
just to stash it away
in a garage for the
entirety of its life
until
it
inevitably
dies
books are meant to catch tears
or perhaps
drool
from staying up
for just a moment
too long
because
i just have to finish this
one last chapter
then i'll sleep
i
promise
zzz
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
And for my next trick
I'll vanish with no trace
not quite by magic
they'll still see my face
leave my body behind
defy time and space
take my soul and my mind
so they don't go to waste
a new bringer of light
will inherit my fate
to meet constant fear
disregard and disgrace
as darkness grows near
I am leaving this place
and to all it is clear
I will not be replaced
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC