awake
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I was alone in the silence,
As planets spun around me.
I'm alseep.
I was alone in the violence,
As bullets fly around me.
I'm asleep.
I was alone in the quiet.
Thoughts feel heavy.
People yearn for attention, pictures, videos,
A contagion of media,
However,
I wish to recede into mystery,
A shadow in the background.
A well-dressed silent martyr of who no one knows the sound of their voice,
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
I died to sleep
Perchance to dream
To escape this old world
With its horrors yet untold.
But, alas, I stirred
For a frightful air
Disturbed my slumber
Causing me great despair.
If a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, I'm intellectually encouraged to paint a portrait on each line of each verse.
Five A.M.
And the world
Is fast asleep
My alarm clock
Blares
And wakes me up
While yours
Prepares
To go off
In an hour
My tea pot
Shudders
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
When the sky begins to fall, be ready to catch the stars.
For the beauty of it all, will lie within your heart.
An ever expanding reality created from the dark,
bursting out of imagination as light you must embark.
I should be sleeping,
Smiling at sweet and happy dreams,
But instead I lay here in bed,
Anxiously awaiting day break.
I fear closing my eyes,
And wandering into my head
In this state of my existing poetry means to me
An endless free-flowing form of energy.
An idea, an emotion expressed in waves
Of vocalizations from my brain.
The ability to convey
What some can't see
I walk through my life
Seeing myself from an outside view
I see the people
Sleep walking with everything to lose
I scream and I yell
Trying to wake even just one of them
But they continue
How can you expect her to sleep
when the wolves outnumber the sheep?
How can you expect her to close her eyes
when it always allows her demise?
In this world it's dangerous to even blink
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
Seeing the sunrise peak from behind the city skyline
The mirror image in the soft waves below
Feeling the the sun's warmth brush against the back of my neck
During a beautiful winter day
When I look in the mirror, I see what I see,
my desires have driven me to blind true reality.
How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
They say you only dream
In black and white.
If that's the case
I've never seen
Such vivid blacks and stunning whites
As run through my mind at night.
Longing, peril, mystery;
Lying awake while nosie in the background fills the space in my mind, putting off the feelings I've felt on the surface to bring the dark ones to light I'm scaring myself tonight
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
It always amazes me how beautifully she snores once she’s talking to me. No matter how badly her and I both haven't been able to sleep.
Wealthy and powerful take all that we've worked for
Truth is distorted, with illusions and folklore
Much exploitation for money and profit
You will be punished if you try to stop it
im fighting hard to stay awake
but all i can think about is the warmth
underneeth these sheets
lying hearts width apart
My mother stares at me as I finish the last of my dinner
I see her incredulity at the idea of being full
She has taught me from a very young age
Young ladies are meant to grow in, not out.
Up early in the morning to the smell of coffee
Hearing the alarm go off makes me salty
Stumbling over couldn't finish my dream
awaken to a world that isn't what it seems
rushin movements to make it on time
Bright yellow first
Daffodils on the longest summer day
In the perfect sunny afternoon
Lemons bought from the local grocer
I am a character in a story of my own
I’ve at long length known what I was written to say
That I am the villain, I’ve always known
For so long I’ve obediently done what was shown
What far too many people fail to realize
The addiction of wealth is just as serious
as cocaine or gluttony, just more civilized
Wall Street watches constantly, imperious
They snatch away vulnerable loved ones
With home life, parents, limitations
A boy was left unsatisfied
He was sent away to boarding school
Upon his desire being unclassified
We've been told from a young age
How beauty is and ought be defined
From a young age I have felt resigned
Feelings of innadaquacy I could not assuage
Actors, makeup, body type, it's all staged
Don't linger in your reverie so long
Inside you hear that familiar voice
Only keeping yourself holding on
To the idea that you don't have a choice
In what you're worth, what you offer
I don't usually rant
I'm so sick of how
It breaks my heart to think
I see this all the time
I don't like to rant
The social injustice
For how there's something
Wrong with the world
Tonight
Getting back from our evening out
laying on his motel bed
I spoke, he spoke
We lay and talk for hours.
A feeling of supreme ease circulated
we intersected at the leg
I, perpendicular,
Intrigued by your mystery,
captivated by your suspense, but you're
Forbidden.
Like eve nothing can stop this desire,
you radiate
Temptation.
Glancing out the dusty window,
I see the mist slowly fall,
I look into the mirror hanging on my wall,
I inspect myself thoroughly finding things to blame,
I pick and prod and tear apart my body’s external frame,
You’ve Got Mail
I remember the movie well;
Full of incomparable romance,
Soul-mates of a sort
Long since found
We hear and then we know.
You hear of
Current events
Scandal
Love
Murder
All of these things and then we show
Our reactions
Our deprevation
Our desperation
Conformity.
I do not know how long it has been
Since I felt a pain so great as this
It wells up, down deep inside of me
Spits fire my unsated soul can’t resist.
I burn and I flail under this new burden
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness.
Circulation fails and my hands go numb,
as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by
at 2 past witching hour.
I breathe for you.
My blood approves
Earthen, my desire.
My soul ignites
When we breach night
You touch me,
I'm on fire.
Wall street has nothing on me
I've ruined lives and murdered love
The bad rep that surface people see,
I worry that's what I've become.
I am not alone in this pursuit
These terrible people toy with our lives
God has given me a daylight dream
With the gentlest of shoves, he pushes me
I can’t breathe
I pick up my pen,
Write my soul
With his inspiration,
Heart of gold
Don’t leave me alone.
Stand, sit, walk, move
I see you I'm renewed
I'm holding on until
My craving is fulfilled.
You are unknown
Unlimited yet full grown.
Though I do not show it-
In loving you I'm stoic
The thing about teachers;
They don't mind that you don't know
They don't mind that you don't understand
Piping facts into your head-
It's what they were hired for.
You are merely a pawn
Every day I turn myself around,
Try on someone new,
It scares me to think
That this is who I am
Unique flaws and fears,
I know that I am few.
A rare case, they say,
A different sort of person
And as the universe drifts off to sleep
light is cast upon the back of her eyelids.
Sand-sculpted images of Compassion are illuminated
as slumber pries at the edges of reality
and all sinks down into Dreamland.
The darkness around can't get any darker
and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder
I woke up today
Then woke up
Then woke up and saw a light so bright it blinded
A light So bright it burned
So bright it melted my eyes a little
So that their essence pooled and fell
The idea of being awake...
Truly and spiritually awakened from the earthly slumber life puts us in.
The dim and dreary box that society puts us in.
While in reality we can change the world if only we could awaken.
Awake, alive, running to have a chase;
Dim forest peels back branches binding light
Allowing shadows lurch across my face
As the feet reach to more ground for my flight
