With The Moon

My mind is full
of dreams
of clouds
the sound of the wind
of friends
and family
the shadow of sin
none are ceasing
or releasing
me from their grasp
I try to sleep
but I am theirs to keep
and the rising stars
gently laugh.

Lack of Sleep in the Morning

The bed calls like a lover 
wanting you to stay,
clinging to the sheets
whispering
that you need to be
with one another.


Your head on the pillow
heavy as led 
your sheets embracing you 
this is our time 
get up later
stay here instead. 


The cold air circles menacingly 
from the other side of the room
and with it a comes 
a sense of doom
that you have to soon rise
and leave your warm nest 
you're running late
and you need to get dressed. 

Heart Skips With the Brain

how cute is the picture? Though not exactly what I was going for with poem.

My brain has a thought
and my heart jumps along
like a puppy on a lead
so just before
going to sleep
an idea or worry
springs to mind
and rather than be kind
and let me rest
my heart decides
to make itself heard
by knocking hard
against my chest.


So now of course
it's beating quick
and with that rolls forward
that certain gaze
and thoughts get covered
in a romantic haze
and all I want to do is sleep
but my brain
sets the heart up
ready to run
and the heart on it's own
pounding desperately
for someone. 

I Can't Sleep

So I was still awake at half 4 in the morning yesterday, that was fun -.-  blahblahblah, I'm tired -.-
Yup, there's me. I took a picture so I had proof I sat on my floor at half in the morning, using my chair as a table so I could use my laptop. Don't I look happy. 

Compare the 2 pictures xD
Aha oh dear.

Sat on my floor 
no longer caring 
what the time is any more
eyes are strained 
as is the brain 
I'm wondering if I'm going insane 
thoughts not walking
but sprinting all around
I feel trapped
enclosed 
there's not enough room
between the ceiling and the ground. 


Thoughts of love
of a hazel gaze
of the future 
how I'll spend my days
of wanting to create
an idea that hasn't been done
but really
the most important one
why
why can't I sleep?

Dreams Stroll Down the Duvet

I usually can remember my dreams really easily but since I've been here I can't remember any of them. It's not to do with me getting so drunk I can't remember the night before, I swear! Oh and that's a picture of my bed :')

No dreams
just stirring memories
flashes of images 
the dream without the story
disconnected
from everything 
especially your head.


And those images 
walk along your duvet
away from your bed
as soon as your eyes open 
and you're left with nothing 
but the darkness
of the early morning 
and emptiness 
as the stories of your head 
walk away from you
their barely there footprints
leave the images 
for the mind to find.

Silver Hands

Dreams whisper
their silver misty hands
enticing,
beckoning you back
whisperings words
of their world
which the ears
strain to catch.

They manage
the odd phrase
as the brain drifts 
back in to a daze
the words gently 
sink in 
like a blossom
resting on a tree
pictures form
as those silver hands
pull you back in. 

Exhaustion

Brain drags
like the feet
struggling through air
can't bring self to care
just carry on
whatever happens
just carry on.

Rubber Band Brain

A rubber band stretches 
across the brain
causing slight,
mild pain.


But then.


It's night
head hits the pillow
the band snaps
thoughts held back
tumble forward
with the force 
of a tsunami.


And yet.


The hands of the clock
manage to move
the night continues.

Ant Nest Insomnia

They begin
as soon as my head
hits the pillow
First one
then two
quickly followed
by three
then four

Crawling over my brain
an endless stream
Have you done that work?
says one
Was that a noise? Is some one there?
whispers another
Is there an afterlife?
one of them asks wildly,
out of control by now

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
But they march on
Where's your phone?
What did that smile mean?
Is God listening to me?

They become weary.
They settle.
I sleep.