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It's midnight and I can't sleep Again I'd like to think you're still here Still roaming down the hall searching for what you'd lost while you were breathing
5:30a.m. a prude interupts my rest, Ignoring it's demanding voice harder against you I began to press my chest, 6 a.m. the prude gets louder, and just to show him something I grab you tighter,
I see a glass half empty, empty? isnt that bad?
I am up stil lawake I don't do anything So I have no reason to still be up the late Maybe I'll grab something to eat But usually I just wait The best part is when I sleep
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
Good bye Try not to cry Long sigh Something shatters inside A new realization The cycle just completed a rotation No intentions Little predictions Sometimes it is a game
emotions meet your demise for it is a poem that looks you in the eye happiness no longer causes madness insanity reality clarity personality no longer cookie cutter
Dear Me, Don't you see your problem is this you can't forget what love is you see him everywhere when y'all speak you can't help but to stare into those eyes you fell anything you would sell
Silently, I lay in darkness, though the white ceiling above my head has never looked brighter. I think about nothing, everything, anything... And three familiar ghosts appear. Their names: What Is, What Isn't, and What Could Be.