Sleeplessness

 

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Night falls and darkness comes,

cars slow on the road below.

Shadows making pictures now,

for the walls to put on a show.

My monkey brain is shouting,

so much louder than the day.

As much as I want to go to sleep,

this buzz will not fade away.

Just an hour ago I was tired out,

I could hardly keep my eyes open.

The thing I asked as I retired,

was one night with sleep unbroken.

Now my legs just want to dance,

like those shadows on the walls.

Ideas I had and somehow lost,

it’s just now I find I’ll recall.

I turn my head and turn it back,

as I need those pillows cold.

Throw the bedclothes on the floor,

it’s not that I’m being bold.

Oh sleeplessness I hate you so much,

I’ll never welcome you in.

Perhaps I’ll make a milky drink,

no maybe I’ll go for the gin!

 

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I’m guessing you know when I wrote this!

A Scary Poem

 

It’s with silent trepidation,

I climb slowly to the top.

Warning creeks behind me,

will my heart just stop.

The turning of my stomach,

I’m feeling every churn.

A cold hand on my shoulder,

is tempting me to turn.

Now my hands upon the latch,

as if it’s in suspension.

A heaviness across my brow,

displays all this tension.

I cannot press my finger down,

to open up the lock.

Beyond the door there’s terror,

I cannot take a shock.

I close my eyes and turn again,

just in case their there.

And very gently step down now,

feeling for the stair.

My hand is upon the bannister,

my heart went on before.

When I hear a gentle creaking,

the opening of the door.

~

Daily Prompt – Churn

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Roller Coaster

Strapped in, very slowly at first,

we start to climb up high.

My stomach’s holding butterflies,

I really don’t know why.

I’m seeing the peak above me,

the rest cannot be found.

I know that when I reach there,

I will go crashing down.

That’s my life on a roller coaster,

always another drop.

I’ll reach the peaks of happiness,

somethings going to stop.

All the rides are turbulent now,

as none are on the flat.

If there’s one thing to remember,

I have to hang on to my hat.

We all take different places here,

on very similar rides.

Hitting highs and reaching lows,

there’s others here beside.

We recognise those spirals now,

after traveling for so long.

But preparation doesn’t help,

it’s more about staying strong.

We know it’s in the planning,

this crazy ride we live.

I wish they’d put the breaks on,

as something’s got to give.

~

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Weather

The rain is playing an awful dirge,

it’s as if it senses my mood.

I’ve told it enough to sling it’s hook,

not caring if I sound rude.

The winters gone on far too long,

grey skies and pouring rain.

It needs it’s marching orders now,

as it’s really become a pain.

So who I pray is friends with the sun,

can you call a favour or two.

Do tell her that she’s welcome to stay,

if she really does listen to you.

Tell her that we find her so radiant,

that’s truly said from the heart.

And ask her to bring blue skies along,

tomorrow would be a good start.

~

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My Strange Travels

I visit a parallel world in my dreams,

a small voice at the back of her mind.

I’m sure it’s my parallel self that speaks,

when I think things I’d not be inclined.

 

I travel across there while I’m asleep,

and I’m starting to feel quite at home.

She’s a life so similar yet different,

it’s like here with a fork in the road.

 

As I travel through time to see myself,

I’m as sure she can come visit me.

So I give time to those whispers I hear now,

I’m listening out for myself you see.

 

My other worlds not a strange place,

but a new place I’m getting to know.

I’m a very small spark of inspiration,

a whisper on a frequency that’s low.

~

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Procrastination

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Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle – Lincoln

 

Procrastination is my middle name,

see I always put things off.

The reason is my perfectionism,

as I worry others may scoff.

My ideas can be quite brilliant,

although I do say so myself.

A multitude of them in my life,

so I’ll need a bigger shelf.

This is where I store my dreams,

just until they take shape.

But then I have so many sparks,

so a choice I have to make.

Which of them is the brightest,

mistakes can’t get in my way.

If you know me and you read this,

I hear what you’re going to say!

~

I wrote this poem while procrastinating again this morning. I laughed out loud while writing it, as it’s so utterly me. I often lose myself in writing while procrastinating, that’s funny too as I know some who procrastinate instead of writing!

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Inefficient…

I’m certainly inefficient today,

ineffective and quite sad.

I rose from my bed feeling poorly,

it’s left me feeling mad.

I’d so much planned for today,

things I put on the shelf.

Saving them up as I often do,

for a time I’m all by myself.

I’m certainly inefficient today,

it’s a day that’s lost in time.

A waste of the daylight hours,

my god just look at the time.

I’ll write a list for tomorrow,

all that I need to get done.

As until I conquer my inefficiency,

I won’t have time to have fun!!

~

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Dreaming

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When I see you in my dreams at night,

why do I just take that for granted.

In those dreams I find you within,

there’s always a message that’s planted.

And waking in the morning light,

symbols floating through my mind.

I try to go back into that slumber,

to that beauty that’s so hard to find.

Is it your love that create my dreams,

is this the way you talk to me now.

I’m bewildered by the concept,

that you live in my dreams somehow.

~

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Men from Mars

What if it wasn’t men from Mars,

what if it was just sheep.

White and wooly, fluffy ones,

like those we use to sleep.

What if God is not really a man,

but formed like a kangaroo.

 A pouch where she puts children,

would that appeal to you.

Why are beings from outer space,

weirdly shaped like a man.

They could be other creatures see,

but does that fit with the plan.

We must think that man is perfect,

to create him all over again.

 In the paintings of angelic realms,

the angels look just the same.

And what if man did not exist,

what if the world was just trees.

With a smiling moon looking over,

that was really a big ball of cheese.

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Elements….

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If I have walked this earth before,

oh where are the tracks I made.

If I have walked this earth before,

are all my past debts now paid.

If I have breathed in this same air,

in who’s lungs was it I breathed.

If I have breathed in this same air,

can the memories be retrieved.

And all the water that ever was,

quenches my thirst once more.

And all the water that ever was,

runs throughout me to the core.

Fires that have burned in time,

rage throughout my body now.

Fires that have burned in time,

again light my way somehow.

Of these elements I am joined,

they play in the dance I perform.

Of these elements I am joined,

until death from the day I was born.

~

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