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Sometimes When Sleep Is Beyond Your Reach

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Sometimes When Sleep Is Beyond Your Reach

Sometimes when sleep is beyond your reach it feels like time it's self has slipped a gear             A dimly lit room after midnight can cause the mind to reel from one dimension to another       The past and the future appear and disappear like firer flies from a long ago summer                                      When parents still had time and energy enough to play with their children                                    And make home made ice cream on the back porch                                                                   The mind flutters in the darkness and you remember Alice the girl next door in Elmira N.Y.                               Who made snow horses every winter instead of snowmen                                                         I hope she rode away and found a place where she didn't have to worry about confession          And the child abuse of hell fire lectures where no more                                                                  The mind begins to race now and some pretty lousy memories flash by                                And then the good ones mix with the bad again                                                                         The longer you go without sleep the crazier your thoughts become                                        Until one familiar face melts into another one                                                                                And the names of teachers dip off into oblivion with fragments of the war                                         I loved you then someone says from yesterday                                                                                                     You answer I loved you to And I still do                                                                                            Fade to black and sleep has finally come

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  1. Date: 11/23/2013 11:49:00 PM
    I love this Michael,,,, just about all the things I see when I can't sleep, love the snow horses , she had a great imagination, or she was trying to escape ;} I know about those things. Awesome poem Michael , hello and good- bye ;}

  1. Date: 11/3/2013 8:38:00 AM
    Imaginative write. Sometimes when our thoughts are all over the place, the best poems evolve.

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 5:43:00 AM
    I love your thoughts and how you bring these words to life. Fascinating topic micheal ,,,, can so relate to these words definetly different dimention in sleep if it comes, rem different levels we go into & portals of memories we would like to forget & happy times that we wish we can hold on to. A escape from darkness to light. Love reading from you have a wonderful weekend :0) cherie

  1. Date: 10/19/2013 9:13:00 AM
    This is an interesting and creative write about insomnia. Yes, our thoughts are crazy and all over the place when we are just laying there with nothing to do trying to sleep. Nice job I have one entitled Sleep Deprivation if you want to check it out. Have a great day

  1. Date: 10/17/2013 10:19:00 AM
    I think we al have the troubling insomnia sometimes and the mind is a bunch of mumbled thoughts...I read somewhere counting from 300 backwards by 3's helps...I do that almost nightly now... like how you formatted this one...nice write :)

  1. Date: 10/15/2013 2:09:00 AM
    very creative enjoyed your style

  1. Date: 10/14/2013 3:30:00 AM
    I've been having the lack of sleep as the night has unravelled dawn and the time "it's self" has come to tell me sleep but let me share some words before I go. Seems to me we all share memories whether with their doctrines of good or bad, or mixed. I enjoyed your wordplay very much so, another time, another read. I'll be back.

  1. Date: 10/12/2013 9:54:00 AM
    Very nice narrative. Tell me about sleep...sometimes its hard for me to catch it. but when this happen...there is always the computer to write. Try formatting your poem again. The words are scattered all over.

    Ainsley Avatar Michael Ainsley
    Date: 10/14/2013 8:29:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you and the Formatting is time skipping gears. To much maybe!