Best Apnea Poems

Battling at the thought’s end. Ruined cities.
The last survivors were helped to escape
together with their unborn children.
Eyes tossing nervously. Fears floating on schizophrenic reality.
A ghost passed by resembling her,
yet it is not possible she survived of the massacre – 
she risked her life,
bet our happiness.

Memories,...

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Zenobia Jackson told Officer Murphy that her husband, Rufus, was 73 years old and "a wonderful man when he was awake" but for the past year he had been jerking "something terrible" during his sleep and had kept waking her up. He'd swing his arms,...

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Zenobia Jackson told Officer Murphy that her husband, Rufus, was "a wonderful man when he was awake" but for years he had been jerking "something terrible" during his sleep and had kept waking her up. He'd swing his arms, she said, like those martial arts...

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The sleep I desire
is for resting of the mind.
The sleep I desire
will happen when I am tire.
The sleep I desire is now.
______________________|
For Amy Green Critter Tanka Contest
April 11, 2014...

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I could hardly breathe, 
death was in the making.
As the in and out slowed to out,
expelling a long slow breath, 
I was ready for what was to come.
In the far distance something familiar,
more of a feeling than a memory.
Enough awake now, 
I knew it was...

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(Only fellow hose-heads will understand this)

In the dream
friends from long ago in a strange bar
gently push me back
saying that they have colds
and wouldn't want to infect me
I am wearing a mask for breathing
it supplies air from a portable 
fan and battery pack on my belt...

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Segregated solitude
misfires synaptic connections,
and I meander around spectre conversations
in autistim-like nightmares,
wondering if I can learn your language.

Memories are like ice,
reducing every day until only a puddle remains,
a mote of déjà vu, but no substance,

just damp resonance of a decaying thought.

I fight amnesia
without knowing the battle...

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Dreaming in pieces I awakened 
to night terrors again my memory 
gazing into yesterday my broken 
beautiful brain signals sleep my senses 
aroused by sullen matter keeping me 

from sleep tossing turning peeking 
into the darkness sound removed 
gestures dance across the room 
an yet...

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It's been ten years since I've been diagnosed with this DISORDER, with that said, it's NOT a DISEASE. As an active kid, I had damaged a minute portion of my TRACHEA which is the wind-pipe, from where that collaborated function that's called the ESOPHAGUS, carries...

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Lay to rest,
Thy weary head,
However the eyes close,
The breathing shall cease....

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Daytime sleep apnea takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing emerging from traumatic events post traumatic stress disorder I face...

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I love the sound of the name Dream Machine,
It sounds like a Harley all painted and mean,

And ridden by bikers who are all dressed in leather,
Who ride around proudly in sunshiny weather.

But I doubt that a motor bike’s what you are getting,
To take one in...

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To understand this unsolved mystery,
transcends ability to grasp its scope,
involving more than simple inquiry
of mental test or scientific grope.

Most nights you are a force I can't resist,
when day's fatigue exceeds what one can bear,
like being stuck in fog or hazy mist,
where only you can rescue...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die everything night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which...

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Death comes close in the night
when shadows grow and sleep envelopes, relaxing guards
who snore slumped in corners
their spears and shields useless on the ground, 
their dinner crumbs of cheese and bread 
just laying there for the rats to nibble.

Amid the sleepers and nibblers Death glides
like...

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