Drunk on light
Barely aware
Slipping away
Hoping for…
Something
Waiting for…
Unknown
Working towards…
Nothing
And the barren notes of a silent Symphony
Crash
I am buried
Sleep
Sometimes sleeping sucks
Just sitting around at 4 in the morning, unable to sleep. Or rather I did sleep for about an hour. But then my dream turned all creepy, with the door to my bedroom open, which it never is. And murmuring voices right outside of it. And I kept getting up to close it only to find myself back in bed, looking at the open door. After about 15 tries and rising panic, I managed to force myself awake. So I get to deal with that panic and being bone tired but kinda afraid to go back to sleep. And wondering if this is real, as all of the trapped in my dream effects cause this disjunction in what seems real.
Share this:
Awake, aware, aflame
I wake up at 2 AM most nights. No matter when I go to sleep, BAM, 2AM and I’m awake. It’s not too bad, I suppose. I get time to write. But my mind isn’t drifting to writing lately.
I wake, but my still sleeping brain reaches for you. I’m convinced that not being able to touch you; not being able to bury my face in your neck and smell you. Not being able to kiss your spine and murmur, “Mine.”
Not being able to do that, because you are not here with me, wakes me fully. My mind missing you, my body straining for you.
If I’m being honest, I have this image of you waking next to me, snuggling back into me as I kiss you and we move on to less gentle pursuits as I possess your every nerve ending, until you are floating in pleasures.
Not that we would not have been with each other before sleeping but I wake up with a need for less control and more take what I want.
These are my thoughts lately. 2AM without you.
Share this:
Painful desire
Surface from deep sleep
inflamed by my need of you
choking on my desire
clenched like a fist too tightly around a stone
a stretched string waiting for your touch
Waiting for the melody playing in my head to be given voice
but I’m alone
This pain recedes
never satiated
no action is enough
without you in my arms
To set me free
Share this:
Hopes fruition…
Slip awake to distant dream
From feel of warmth and skin to skin
To this cold remembering
This desperate touch of dream
Of eyes held
Of hands clasped fingertips
Of silence pressed out
Thin on the edge of shattering
The heat of our bodies
Mismatched
But minds touching
Quantum entanglement
The spark originates
Then traverses this bridge
Bound eternal in our spinning
The sound of breathing
The rise and fall
You sleep on.
And seeing
Feeling you
Know stability amongst chaos
Share this:
Last moments before sleep
Slip aching into away
silent shift
the dreamer burns
the flame
illusion
dictate of bloody vessel
stripped of all but lips
sheltered in my arms
dance falter step
but drink in
bobbing black or flame cascade
subtle kiss to push over
choices undone
unravel
oh hold for touch
all blooms grow
stop choosing not
in the graveyard of sleep
Share this:
Uncertain terms
Sleep eludes the decaying tree
Its roots soaked deep with blood
And tired wave
Laps with fetid water
Near corpse Shadow shore
Nightmare made burdensome heart
A heaviness to lidded eyes
and slipping Deeply bend
Leap for and falter
Last hurried breath before the fall
Share this:
Slightly obfuscation
Spit consonant, roll vowel,
pick the words, drift deeper,
float until the need to speak draws
and spark, spark, spark,
sleep is less refuge than necessity,
revealed jaded,
heart flys and hope blossoms in a dry riverbed
Share this:
On the drive in-Audio-Sleep
Share this:
To sleep…
I go to sleep now, eyes heavy. Unable to escape the draw of escape into another world. To all who I love, have loved or will love, I will look for you as I dreamwalk. Live with me a lifetime and if, on waking, you find it was not enough, perhaps you will contact me.
Pelgris 