I like the successive parade of minutes here... it tells the insomnia story well.(I posted one today with a similar theme, although it may not be obvious at first)
maybe today,,, you get some rest,,,
Eric - Just read it. I have the same brain on endless cycle. Arrrrgh.Glenn - This was a couple nights ago. I have slept better the past two.
"time's measure rusts as it crawls, I'll see it's face in the looking glass stop, this screaming laughter hides the pain, of it's reality."Geoff Tate
yes yes yes. Oh, how I understand!Lazy stones! Yes they are.Brilliant. You know that right? :)
Much better than counting sheep. On swirled hip/only to be replaced/by the same plastic pose…. Great!!!
I love the image if minutes rolling by like lazy stonesSometimes the nights or days seem endlessGlad to hear rest has been coming more easilyBeen up since 2 am, wrote this at 4I feel your pain
Not only could I see you in bed, I could see the pageant. Great description! Hope you got some sleep.
ok, this line took the crown! 2:39 took the crown. awesome punch in this line, annie. insomnia, however, sucks. i remember the beat, the void. is it ok to be glad for sleepaids now?xoerin
Travis - Great description...measuring rust as it crawls. Now that's slow!Tabitha - Glad something was brilliant. Written on no sleep...obviously.Anthony - Counting anything is a useless excercise. I'm on a medication now that makes my heart race. There's no winning for now. They say it will abate in time.Underpar - Nights or days seem to be one extreme or the other. Endless, or lightening quick. Watch out for those 2 AM infomercials.Liza - I hate beauty pageants. The whole idea of it makes me rather nauseous, so it seemed a fitting description.Erin - Hope so...cuz I sure am. I become even more of a raving lunatic without sleep.
I cun right, two !!!"Mr. Diarrhea"Mid-nightdooky held for the longest hoursthe last minutes roll like my bowel painson a decline so forcefulit halts my starfish's clencheach pain not pausinglike my nauseated screamswhite eyes can't blinkand I try to blink blink backmalcontent to observethe bowl in which I just moved.and gracefully doesone swiveled hiponly to be replacedby another massive splatter.12:39am took the crown.I was too tired to applaud.
Heff - Jeeze! I think I'd rather have the insomnia. "I cun right, two!" Fuhnnie!
An evocative poem. I would sleep 12 hours straight with sweet dreams and have a good wake up with a caring side.
"i was too tired to applaud"after all that time, and all those thoughts.. no resolve and nothing has changed. only time passed and sleep lost to an internal gaze.i'm going on vacation btw.. so i'll be MIA for a bit. and as for your advice "ask"... i want to. i really do. but i'm waiting for the right time, it's all too much a blur right now. maybe i'm just making excuses though :)
My life in poem. Add crying baby, getting up to whizz every 70 minutes, and you'll have it! - Eric
can't sleep we ll myself these days. i wondered if it was my mind or body and obviously it's my mind. so restless.
Thank you for listening.