I ran out of wine
And I don't like to sleep
Pinterest has consumed my life
And I need some IRL friends

The cat wont let me move the mouse
And I'm getting cold

Personal Demons

Personal demons.
That is all.
No need for concern.
I just need something.
Numb my brain.
Fog my mind.
Keep me from sleeping.
(Until I have no other choice.)

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Paranoia

Paranoia is not a relenting disease.
Luckily for you, it's not contagious,
From me stalking you.

The things you do,
In my nighttime dreams,
Keeps me on my toes,
In my daytime routines.

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Spiteful

These days are killing my soul
Busy and not home yet

Technology has taken over
There's not enough art in my life

I love you, but
My science experiment is telling

I'm going to leave your leftovers
on the table till they mold

Clothes are washing
I am finally fed

Time to cleanse and intoxicate
And soon to write myself to sleep

Weak

This IS me caring
If only I was strong before
I am weak
I am silent
I write
I weep

Wrong Side of the Bed

I'm mad at the world today
I need to go back to bed
because apparently
I woke up on the wrong side

Corn

So, I'm not sleeping tonight. Not by choice. I think I would if I could. It is a result of some combination of messed up sleep schedule and several hundred mgs of caffeine throughout the day. I've been wedding planning in my head and on paper some, played some scrabble on my phone, and did attempt to sleep. In my head, for some reason, I started going through what food I have. I decided I was hungry, and that I haven't had sufficient veggies lately, and so landed, mentally, on the frozen corn in the recesses of my freezer. I thawed out some corn that my mother gave me many years ago - I've been making my way through it slowly - and added some spice. And so, here I sit, enjoying my spicy, July of 2008 corn, at 4am.

Thought

Once upon a time
A little girl had a thought that she thought would put her to sleep.
Well,
She thought wrong.

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Exhaustion

The exhaustion closes in
Stealing the light from my eyes
The life from my lungs

Do Too Much

I try to do too much.
I get so stressed out.
It's not a matter of not saying no.
It's that I keep asking for more.

So many things that I want to do.
Just not enough time to plan them all.
Not enough tome to sleep.
Not enough time in one week.



Sleep.

Clamoring for Sleep

there are not enough hours in the day
for everything that needs to happen.
often, personal thought is what suffers,
this saddens me.

Date Tonight

I still have 40 minutes at work
I am so sleepy
I have a date tonight
I will have less than 2 hrs to get ready
I need a shower
I am uncomfortable with his
apparent
level of attraction towards me
I don't mean to lead him on
I just thought it would be a fun night
and it shall be
if I can not fall asleep
and there are no plane troubles

Train of Sleep

My train of thought may be skattered,
But my train of sleep has been shattered.
I start to think,
I begin to write,
Where does it end?
Where does it end?


...writing upside down does not work well with a ball point pen...

Past Life

I feel sleep begin to descend
I think only of you with me
I recall high school.
All of it.
The light here reminds me of Mrs. Akers' class.
And the mind frame, my past life.

I am too young to have a "past life"
yes?
no?
I used to be someone else.
I am different now.
I am who I was, fulfilled.
and still fulfilling.
You fulfill me.
Can I say this?
Is this bad?

Tonight, I Write

I have not written in so long.
And here. Now.
I find myself opening up.

In this dark night;
One like no other,
When I had a chance to sleep.

And I find myself writing.
I love it.
I wouldn't give it up for sleep

I chose even,
it over
my other thoughts.

My Mind is Wild and I cannot Sleep

Sleep eludes me
and my mind is wild

I think on things
beyond my time

Those older envy me
and warn me

My mind is wild
and I cannot sleep

I think only of my future
the way things should be

When I can consolidate
Make my lives into one

The way the future should be
Wild like my mind

Spending my time with the one
who cannot sleep

College Daze

I want to write
I want to yell out
what it is I have to put on paper

I have college
I have class
...I have friends

I want sleep
I need to go to bed at night
but life is good

Class has not started
I am dozing
There is no teacher

8 months and 30 miles

I am angry.
I don't want to pen down what happened
but would rather display out what I
am feeling.

Pen & ink on paper
like feathers of a peacock.
Spread out in a fury of color
and emotion.

I am angry.
Imagine myself as a lit fire cracker,
can only hope it'll be a dud.

*** could help
I don't want to tell him.
I don't want to tell anyone.
I don't want to use that word.

I need sleep.
I am in bed.
I don't want to go to bed Angry
as the wise Solomon suggested.

How can the best thing I had
turn into something which could abuse me
and make me feel used
8 months later and
30 miles away

Norah Jones

Laying in my room
not really trying to sleep
knowing I need it.

Norah Jones on repeat.
Five; Six times, now,
and my mind wanders...

Spontaneous and Intimate Thoughts

as I lay here in the light
watching my ink roll
I contemplate my life
and all I've gotten myself into

I feel like an artist
deep in the night
having confined myself to my studio
until I produce some work worth merit

my eyes shifting
following the pen
everything falling in and out
of focus

listening to oldies
I know most of these songs
they're all before my time
they had good music then

pouring out my spontaneous,
intimate thoughts
personal or not
still, and deep from within

sleep drifts, closer
as my eyes begin to droop
and my pen nears the edge
of the
page.