mom, I really can't sleep.
I don't want to sleep, for the dreams make me weep,
She bites her lip when she is nervous. That’s rare though.
An insomniac stream of consciousness.
I cannot sleep. I wish I could weep.
To all those awake at 3:00 am. For the prompt ‘tired’.
2:14 AM. Words don't describe, this feeling.
Midnight poetry because my brain is fried from doing homework. Lmk what you think! Hope you enjoy!
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
Jazz music plays. Coffee is brewing.
I dream more than I'm awake My soul is struggling to keep up
my first poem, written during a long boring sleepless night
There is a side to me that most will never know. And few will certainly see.
about a soul's escape to its own space
Why waste time dwelling on what cannot be changed. Why waste time drilling and rearranging concepts that go unchanging.
A poem about insomnia. It's a battle in my bedroom every night. I was trying to go back to sleep this morning, but I started writing this in my head instead...so....here we are.
The weird shadowy figures I used to see in my worse state of mind. Strangers to me. From the strange side of the universe.