Best Insomniac Poems
A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to ask
Please don't touch
I plan to last
You spend your lives
Looking for a light
The brighter
The better
While you
Were playing with fire
The wolves
Made the cellular decision
To develop night vision
Some worms
Who make their home
In the ground
Have it in their genome
To have eyes
Big surprise
They said no
We'll live off of pure sound
Ah the simple solutions
You prefer a crutch
To evolution
Let me explain more
In the abyss
Above the ocean floor
The fish use light
To lure in the prey
Others use it to confuse
The predator
So they can get away
Why do fish
That live in the absence of light
Even have eyes
Plato was wrong
All things are swallowed
In madness
Death is just the path
Given to the stubborn
Given my level
Of insanity
I'll live forever
I'm too crafty
Developed invisibility
Nothing will catch me
Nor know when I come
Or where I go
Unless I need an alibi
Seriously though
Why do those fish
Have eyes
Day one passes into ten and twelve and eight-
Teen years spent by the neon glow of
Alarm clock stifled, the heavy hand, a fist
Trying to wake the awakened
But the sleepless cut the tongue, the wires
The life support system down in a blaze
Do not try to wake me when I have not slept
Scribbled down a diary entry on the back of
A calling card, a cigarette box, a prescription
Weighted down by a cup of thick black coffee
And the stale remnants of a Bloody Mary
The tick that follows tock which drives me to despair
Sat beside in thoughtlessness as I contemplate myself
The world and everything, nothing lies forgotten
Off the record, under the carpet, when you are an insomniac
You cannot sleep on anything and nothing lies dead
It just rebirths itself as you watch the minute tick
At the rate of a slothful hour, ticking and tocking
And checking the boxes, confirming, yes I have gone insane.
Deep in the night when troubles I’m facing,
Sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t stop racing.
Lying there, eyes closed, restless I stay.
Trying for peace, for sweet dreams I pray.
Seeming half-crazy, I just hear that clock!
Dreaming would be great, but tick tock tick tock.
The sound never ends. Oh, why won’t it stop?
Around 3 A.M., a few pills I just pop!
INSOMNIAC
Some nights
My lady lies in heat
Sometimes she cries
sometimes she's indescreet.
Some nights
I stay awake all night
sometimes it's wrong
sometimes it's just not right.
Some nights
The dark under the bed
is all too real,
sometimes just in my head.
Some nights
The morning comes too soon
sometimes I sleep til half past ten
sometimes I sleep til noon.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I gave it all up
every time
as long
as it was next week...
So surreal
the more I did
the more I laughed
out of context...
Escaping reality
so harder
to cope
when it was re-imagined..
Then I imagined
all the bill collectors
as little
voodoo dolls..
They all
had needles
in their mouths
But, I don't care,
I'm holding
the dagger..HaHaHaha!
~ ~ ~
Insomniac writer, that’s what I am.
Pen and paper are natural,
bedtime accessories;
at least, in my world.
The blues of my bedroom;
soft cushions for my tired eyes.
Scent of lavender, on my pillow;
tries to force, the prancing sheep;
they never come.
Tossing…turning…mind-churning;
the chatter, in my head, won’t cease;
my favorite New York rocker,
beside the, overloaded bookshelf, beckons.
Muse’s tantrum…
a violently beating drum…
possesses me.
Like some mindless drone,
hands stalk pen and paper.
Night-wandering, in my cocoon of blue;
I rock and write…my carpet,
soundproofing crying, pine floorboards.
The numerous paintings and
photographs, on my bedroom walls,
inspire Muse and with “Wagner’s Valkyrie”,
riding my ear-channels,
she has her say.
In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning
Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason
Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin
Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
Once I was a sleeping angel;
Now getting driven into the shallowness-
I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
Day by day I turn into a wreck,
Want to scream and yell my plight;
Alas but I find no one in sight,
My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue!
Slowly i have learned to live with this;
Falling daily into the deep abyss;
I know something is deeply wrong;
But don't know how far it will go and how long!
The darkness is bright
Despite theres no light
Nothing in sight
Just my eyes desiring
To be sealed tight
In hopes that i might
Be able to sleep tonight
Though it doesnt seem like it
Im still relentlessly trying
Until the point my eyes go dry
Dry enough i cant cry
Just still lying
In bed with my head on the pillow
It never helps to be mellow
Only on nights im walking around
I'll get tired enough i can lay down
Laying in bed til i pass out on a cloud
Fast asleep im bound to dream without sound
Carefree happily
no longer restless
Soon ill be dreaming
and no longer helpless
1:30am eyes pop open
head quite empty
one thought circles
what to cook?
what to cook?
'shut the hell up brain
give me my space back
it's 1 bloody 30
I need the rest'
the thought sores higher
WHAT TO COOK?
WHAT TO COOK?
leaving no room for an answer
no rest for the chef
so I get up out of bed
and bake bread
The canvas of my mind
Is clouded by
The foggy haze
Of insomniac eyes
My once rational
Thoughts becoming
More disjointed.
My tired soul aches while
Searching for peace, it’s been looking
For since the day it was born.
The bags under my insomniac eyes
Are the constant reminder
Your work isn’t done.
You still have to be a parent,a care giver,
a housekeeper,a chef,lawn care guru,
wonder women with a
super man smile and the catchphrase
”OF COARSE I CAN DO THAT”
and the good old back up”I’VE GOT THIS”
The backs of my eyelids look
so comfortable
as I stare into the abyss of darkness
I can never fully reach.
It's Two A.M
and all I can do is stare at the clock
envisioning the mechanism inside
the inner workings of time
tick tock tick tock
hearing nothing but my breathing and the clock
only reminding me I'm still awake
I toss and I turn
but am drawn back to the clock
it's 2:05...
what feels like an eternity has passed
vast darkness envelopes my asylum
like drapping lace
I can see through various spaces
at least I think I can
my mind is running amuck
perhaps it's all my imagination
I see mysef hanging from the minute hand
expressing my need for incessant rest
with every passing minute
my thoughts become more ambiguous and elusive
my eyes burn with fatigue
my stomach nauseated from my apathy
I am so exhausted I begin to weep
not sobbing though for I don't have the strength
meek tears trail from the corners of my eyes
down my cheek
and onto my pillow
again reminding me that I am still awake
as my eyes grow heavier and heavier
and sleep seems inescapable
once more I am compelled to admire the clock
it has witnessed my night of torment
my twilight of suffering and anguish
yet never left my side
the time has passed
and sleep now impossible
for it is time to rise
and weak and wearily live another day
Lying in bed
Eyes open
wide
I should be
sleeping
But here I
am thinking
Of thee
Every night
all the time
I try to close
my eyes
Collapse my
mind
Faint my
heart
And rest my
body
I fail, due to
a thought of
you
A thought
to deep
To within
To intimate
To sweet
My hands
wanna
touch u
Like how
the stars are
with the sky
now
My body
wants to
feel before I
sleep
I'm too weak
That I can't
sleep
When
emotions
run in my
blood
Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky
Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye
Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry
Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die
A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone
The riot of bygones too long past to atone
Midst of tosses and throws not last of unknown
Searching for coops so far away to be flown
Complications of this restless insomniac
Hoping to wake when the light has come back
Where heavy weight frightly shakes thrown off track
Beware restless mind state might start to unpack
What if's go unanswered by oblivious ceiling
It's blankness a bit rancid and not so appealing
Hypothetical questions in mind wide awake reeling
One of these minutes may I find restful feeling
There may be a pulse coursing through the air
And bringing it justice.
There might be pride
Under the perplexity
Of a beautiful endeavor.
I see a smile
And I smile back.
I hear a laugh
That has me laugh.
I am in love with this world
For it's acute visions,
Coincidences
And moments of valor.
Somewhere, a child of light
Waits for darkness to settle
And destiny to unfold.
Meanwhile, I sit and listen
To the hum of the world
Buzzing around me.