An Insomniac's Collection

[Werewolf334]

To explain: I am cursed with unfortunate insomnia, which has become a deadly thing for me, on the bright side whenever I want to stay awake be it for a week or just a few days all I have to do is stop taking my medicine. Though, I can't begin to explain what tortures me in my sleep as well. Let's keep the personal life stories a minimal unless you ~really want to know~

 

Freedom of the Night

The night I see

No daylight gleams

Perchance to stop

These dreams in me;

 

Unseen dangers

And fears live free

In this vast world

Inside of me.

 

So I plea, if there is help

Just set me loose

To feast upon the

Opportunity

 

I won’t regret for my mind

Will no longer have

A noose around me

But rather will be dreaming happily,

 

What I seek, but many things,

However, right now,

It is to be free of

These horrid dreams

Inside of me.

 

Above and Beyond

 

Ever take a pause to remember what was?

Reflecting on the cause,

at a simple resting place in the soul,

Seeking that common goal?

 

We all have, where memories followed,

And each of us seemed hollowed,

Though that is when,

Things began to thin.

 

It’s also when you appeared, my friend,

Helping me dearly,

With no direct end,

And I state sincerely;

 

Clearly thanking you for each and every,

Time you spend with me,

Though sometimes we may disagree,

We can also act as family.

 

When the times were harsh

You remained there for me,

Showing a deep love in friendship,

and companionship.

 

I can never forget,

And never regret,

Because since the day we met,

I’ve been living in the present.

 

The Pyromaniac

 

The nearing city with lights dancing on,

Like a distant fire burning in the night,

Each step coming closer in sight,

Fueling the rage inside the con.

 

Ideas sparked and smirks emitted,

Freedom from prison,

His intention has risen,

His face lit up, a thrill hid what he committed.

 

Hands in his pockets, twiddling about,

Moving with a sweat of nervousness,

His eyes rampant with aggressiveness,

The city was in a drought!

 

A bus passed by in the streets,

Passengers looked at him crazily,

He smiled towards them easily,

Every one of them sat still in their seats.

 

He went out of control, possessed by the heat,

They all danced with his white flames,

Not a one playing along with his games,

They all turned to crispy meat.

 

He laughed with a delightful joy,

his cruel heart wanted him to commit suicide,

He strapped his body with nitrous-oxide.

His intentions were to destroy.

 

People screamed, cried, and pleaded,

He looked at them with sorrowful eyes,

They were the ones that led to this demise,

They all went down with him when he conceded.

 

His death was heard by many,

The pyromaniac sentenced to death previously,

Was falsely accused which made him act deliriously,

In the end it caused him to kill plenty.

 

Covered by the clouds

 

So I sat dreaming in the night,

The night, covered by the clouds.

 

A damaged rose lay beside me,

the thorns were cut, leaving the scars,

velvet petals white enough to reflect the stars,

shadows of thorns gone, black as night,

the night, covered by the clouds.

 

My sorrowful eyes closed,

as a swift movement whispered by,

at first it sounded like the wind,

though, I only heard my lullaby.

 

Dreaming of an ocean,

the water’s pulse flowed rapid

pounding against the shore,

carving each rock pure.

 

A storm sounded its beacon,

the thunder rumbled on,

and it began to pour.

 

The storm devoured where I once found love,

the shore where I walked with another,

it was something I couldn’t bear to think of,

so, I had to let go, we were no longer together.

 

The tears flowed in the night,

the night, covered by the clouds.

 

I woke in the night,

and ran to the shore,

darkness sang the same tune,

the closer I came to view my sight.

 

The tears stormed on,

eyes filled with my once found love,

my soul crumpled to the sand,

sitting, I looked up to find -

my sweet moon,

singing in the night,

the night, covered by the clouds.

 

The damaged rose was lost, but

what once was gone, is now found, in the night,

the night, covered by the clouds.

 

Mid-Day Break

Finally lunch time!

 

I have my own worries to handle,

united chatter, these words they're speaking.

The fuzz of their speech, a void of white noise,

yet, the lingering sounds invaded my thinking.

 

Talking, laughing, yelling, so annoying!

My mind, but a vassal to their sound,

it seemed, each added to its own,

it was then each conversation became profound.

 

My lunch was finished, I picked up my tray.

I walked back to the bench,

why did I stay?

I could have continued on with my day.

 

I didn't finish my homework today,

namely 'cause I was distracted, per say.

Time passes by, bells periodically ringing,

marking each class in the course of each day.

 

Though it isn't that bad, this schooling,

but oh, that mid-day bell, that mid-day break

I've grown to like it,

I'll tell, that bell, it takes the cake.

 

Can’t Break Hope

 

"Lets go" he said,

but what choice did I have,

I just agreed, shook my head.

So off we went,

I was tired, but where we were going had no bed,

"We'll be there soon" he said,

but I didn't have the heart,

I just smiled, shook my head.

He was full of hope,

I said "it isn't..."

he went on "What I think?",

but I didn't have the heart,

I just paused, shook my head.

The train blazed by, we hitched a ride,

that part was easy, we sat there safely,

"My dreams are in that city" he said,

but I couldn't say a thing,

I just frowned, shook my head.

We arrived late evening night,

he was energetic, full with joy,

the city was damp, dark with hate,

but I didn't have the heart,

I just followed, shook my head.

Jealous of his happiness, those people stared,

he was silly, but kind, without despair,

It's all my fault what happened that day,

I just weep, shaking my head,

if only I could've told him,

he wouldn't lay here dead.

Poem of Poetry

Let me hear those words,

write them down with care,

I'll read them in thirds,

to make my heart flare,

may it flounder like a rose,

and travel like a myth,

don't worry about where to begin,

it is a piece of art with no end.

 

For you to compose,

just think about the rose,

you can sing it like a song,

even make a sonnet,

I suppose even haiku,

and if the lines aren't full try prose,

it is all at your finger-tips,

to which you hold.

 

Nature’s Overtone

Every breath staying alone,

Locked up between this corruption,

Humanity that is grasping on hatred,

What is left to turn to is still unknown.

Every stone, sun, or moonlights vision taken,

Nature is the getaway,

here in the darkness, shines the moon,

here in daylight, we block out the sun,

When running waters drums into our souls,

Nature is the pure tone.

 

Hear those water drum,

The deepest of music under the sun,

Washing and corroding the stone.

No worries, no reason to grasp on,

Nature is our overtone.

Wolf Cries

When the day fades,

as the shadows of night whisper,

my mournful cries disperse.

The mist of my heart throbs,

and the stars sing amongst the moon,

sulking above the forested meadow.

The kiss of darkness scratches within my throat,

the calming sounds breeze through the trees,

and the memories fade into a song,

Singing blissfully to the night.

This is my song.

I listen to it in darkness,

in pain, and misery,

the restraint of my heart presses,

through the static of my dreams,

peace can come, but it flies, disturbing thoughts within,

the resonating wake of mortality…

How I yearn to journey that path,

this night carries my light,

it flows in me, resting on the branches to my cries.

So I sit, looking for myself among many,

where there is often no hope,

I am heard by the few,

the pack of my life,

who listen carefully.

I can only give them care,

for reality may fade,

fade into the stars,

which can only sing along,

sing along, to the howl of my song.

 

The Wolf Inside

straying outside so gallantly, I smile,

Breezes of wind pass my face,

When it strikes, a wonderful smell,

The conspicuous woody outlines,

beyond the fury of the straying shadows,

I seem to cross a path of the wolf, inside me,

it strides like a stream, smooth and pure,

across the lands, it grows then fades,

prominent with peace and amicable with nature.

 

It stalks inside me as if I were it,

Independent unlike the alpha,

It stays one with itself,

and keeps to its own, again I smile.

 

Corruption of Humanity

Reaching within ourselves;

we have no other thoughts,

only Dreams within them,

a hope and desire, bleeding through the scars.

We can see now there is only willpower;

Far away from them,

no measurable way to reach;

When we look inside,

there is something else,

trying to pull away from our hopes, distraught!

A human's true nature seen through a transparent gem,

greedy and stubbornness acts through the eyes of fire,

usually corrupts the grasping hands by vertical bars.

Our thoughts and our will are only broken by themselves,

We should only blame ourselves.

There are those who don't care,

always effecting those who do,

making it hard on everyone, well screw,

screw 'em. We who care rise above,

we show 'em what hope does,

we can only try, try to tell ‘em how to live better,

most hide their feelings, and are overwrought,

we can help them reach free thought,

if only we would have more common sense,

to reach above our fears,

we could help each other without being made fun of,

but we are the same as them.

The crude society made by children,

The bullies who mask their feelings by force,

the militaries who gage war over land and laws,

we are all to blame and we are all different.

If only we weren't human would things be different?

 

In the Heart

Our hands a weapon,

can be clenched with steel,

causes pain that no-one wants to feel,

with a fist concealed.

 

But it is the thought that kills,

physical or mental both can hurt,

although it may seem unreal,

I reveal the weapon,

that can not be held.

 

You can heal physical pain,

spoken word is harder,

that is the weapon to which you used,

but do you have what it takes,

to heal that which has been bruised?

 

Nothing Else Matters But Love

Nothing else matters,

As my voice is left unheard,

I gaze into darkness,

As my past becomes Feared,

Chains of pain start to ravel,

grasping towards my thoughts,

And I begin to Peer,

 

Rattling through my memories,

The only thought I can think,

That Love is still clear,

As Links begin to break,

And as I cry for help,

I start to hear your voice.

 

Poison (Part One)

Often would I tremble, night with shady sounds,

the mountains, the lands, the wilds,

driven with the wind that's echoing in my mind,

a worldly quake erupts, yet I stand my ground.

Corrupting shadows fevering my thoughts,

and deceiving my mind, flowing through as if a river,

strong and corroding poisons within,

there is no ground to surface,

on this unrighteous unruly land.

I would call for paradise, yet would it be any different?

This venom I do not run from, is a devious depravity, just like man,

a breath of air gasped uncertainly, any mortal being has drowned in,

instead I reach my calm,

not in the paradise which comforts your eyes,

this is a fools place to linger,

there can be no paradise with venom deep down,

corrosion is the end, where you reach your mental drown.

 

Paralyzing Paradise

Lost in thought, The beauty of silence caught,

Our minds the net, Our heart kicks,

Hidden like magic tricks,

Feelings that can't depict.

This is the paradise, That can paralyze us,

That often we sensationalize,

There should be no regret.

It is a memorable moment,

Shared with nature, Where wind breezes,

And stars sing to your eyes,

Times where time freezes.

It is a memorable moment,

Shared with your family,

Joys of life we talk about,

Joys of life we cry about,

Those who are there for you,

Times where time freezes. It is a memorable moment,

Shared with fun, Where technology isn't needed,

Something we can laugh at, Times where time freezes.

The memories of living, This is the paradise, That can paralyze us.

Through Your Eyes

A fluent wave of Water,

With a sparkle from the suns Warmth,

Eases any souls Depression,

As droplets of Water,

Emit gyres of Ripples,

To shatter a Reflection,

Of an oceans Illusion,

Through an angelic perception,

As stars begin to cluster,

Shining a celestial Vision,

Of blue fire from Space,

To set ablaze some feelings,

That only love can Create.

Sweet Moon

If the sun was dull,

would the moon shine?

to lighten the night sky,

with the warmth of day.

Would night breeze no longer be cool,

would trees still whistle in the wind,

would beasts still be asleep?

Oh, sweet moon, changing always,

you fade into darkness,

just to come back,

Oh, sweet moon, with that silence,

harmonize me and keep me still,

as still as water with your reflection,

accompanied by the night stars,

shining behind your clouds.

Oh, sweet moon, you are the richest gem,

shining everywhere in the night,

nothing can compare to you sweet moon,

you calm every beast with your sight,

you can not deny, I never want to hear your goodbye.

 

The lovelorn

 

Upon the branches he lurks

above the dominating crimson waterfall

that pours into a river of forlorn hope.

Intentions of lust drip down

But they are caught upon the tip of his tongue.

The taint of his hands so young

Grasping limbs all around

The master of all in his scope.

He is darkness, in a universe of light,

of vibrant colors fused with blood

and forests green.

He is wrapped in shadow and doubt.

His lone emotions swinging lunacy

Where the lives of others are

Caught upon his vampiric tendencies.

 

 

The Mountains

I ride these trails

Of blissful sunlight

Sitting on top of

The peaks of dawn.

The fresh air,

Penetrates my lungs,

Of which I am fond.

The sky so blue

The clouds so near

If only there was

Something to compare.

White summits, tall and strong

With such a sight

My eyes fight.

These breathtaking views

Peaceful and calming

Have had their place

In my mind.

If only I could rewind

Where memories would flow

Like a fountain of this

Graceful Mountain.

 

The Stone-Gem

 

As the world spins

And time passes by

It may be hard to grin

Remember though, you’re not alone

When you feel like you need to cry.

Just take a breath and think of the stone,

It has been phased by many things

You may not know, but this stone,

Strong as it may be, endures a lot,

And though this thought

May seem silly,

Let it takes it’s spot.

The stone is phased by water

That can hurt more than tears

It has also been used for many years

To agonize some fears

It crumbles and it withers

From the bad things life can offer

The stone – sometimes hard, sometimes soft,

Is something we all have gathered.

Though there are beauties in the latter

With some wondrous things that matter

The water that hits it carves it pure

Into a beautiful colorful stone

That we all can endure.

The rest that may seem obscure

Also has its place and though it’s used to stem fear

Many things big and small

Have relied on it to live, shelter to obtain,

So it seems the stone is something no one can replace,

Even though it crumbles and it withers from this place

Its pieces always stay

Which morphs into better things

The stone that always seems to sustain

Is waiting and working to become

Something no one can condemn;

An elaborate gem.

 

[Werewolf334]

A Theory of Love

 

love is a concept,

an intangible reality.

Such things cannot be described,

in order to understand, you must feel it.

 

love requires compromise, co-operation

it cannot exist between a pair too stubborn

each must be flexible to the others needs

 

love is made real by sacrifice and compromise:

though to give and take freely is only but a part

of that which ensnares a lover's heart.

 

it should not rest with one to win the others heart

instead effort must be mutual and reciprocate

else love turns to lust.

 

poetic justice above cannot,

for all its worth

cure and ill-fated liaison;

but perhaps it will motivate,

stimulate the desire and ability to love.

[dezdimona]

those are all very good.When one writes from the heart,its easy to see the feelings and emotions that go in to the written words Thank you for sharing!

[qaz123]

I enjoyed them too. I understand how it is to be nocturnal ;) . The best ideas come when the sun is down and the city is sleeping. Keep up the good work!