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Sleepy.
Tired.
My head hurts.
My heart too.
I could use a good night's rest.
But the only thing I get are nightmares.
Nightmares and sleepless nights.
And in the day the nightmares continue.
Glares full of hate and disgust.
Whispers full of laughter and scorn.
I shrink only further while the day passes.
I pray for good nights,
a sleep without nightmares,
a life without nightmares.
Sleep full of nightmares continues.
My life full of nightmares continues.
Is there someone to make it stop?
Anyone?
Tired.
My head hurts.
My heart too.
I could use a good night's rest.
But the only thing I get are nightmares.
Nightmares and sleepless nights.
And in the day the nightmares continue.
Glares full of hate and disgust.
Whispers full of laughter and scorn.
I shrink only further while the day passes.
I pray for good nights,
a sleep without nightmares,
a life without nightmares.
Sleep full of nightmares continues.
My life full of nightmares continues.
Is there someone to make it stop?
Anyone?
Literature
i'm falling away with you
I am the wayward child.
Tacking on wings months too late; our legs didn't break -
Fate gave me a flower; snowflakes and granite
by any other name.
Oh, gravity,
I am home.
Your eyes of forests, branching away.
Defeathered, dust settling;
if you don't see it, you can never walk away.
Battle on the bridge, your skin under mine -
tunnel of feathers.
Wildflowers, imperfect birds, butterflies -
he will have cause to regret;
Icarus.
It wasn't a mistake,
plucking featherweight regret.
The hapless harpy curls,
learning to fall.
Who carries your weight?
Cleave, white coffin collar bone,
I see the light of home again; firefly skin.
The caged bird sc
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R.I.P Words
Do you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have not
Literature
I think you left a piece of you in me.
This tangled mess you call a heart,
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
kite-string clavicles.
Nothing,
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
free.
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I don't know. I'm so tired right now. Just please let me sleep in peace for one night.
Please?
I don't know. I'm so tired right now. Just please let me sleep in peace for one night.
Please?
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Its ok you can take your time. What do you mean?