The summer sun has had its peak
The days draw quicker to their close.
So when the light grows quieter,
It's settling in to sweet repose.
Humans and nature follow suit
As energy starts to wane.
We go into hibernation mode
While we shelter from the rain.
When the light grows quieter
Everything grows calm.
Until you've found you've overslept
As light no longer beats your alarm.
Some feel the melancholy of less light.
Their spirits start to dull.
However, the laws of nature show
That light too needs its lull.
Like a friend, the light will show
Even if for less.
All seasons round, the light will shine
To comfort and to bless.
It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,
I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,
I didn't eat,I overeat,
I overslept, I under slept,
I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired,
Always like this, everyday is,
Incase you're asking,
What depression looks like,
It is like this,
Everyday is,
I walked like someone
who had just been forgiven,
but still didn’t know the way home.
It was because I overslept
in your room—
the hush of your breath
still stitched to my collar.
The rice fields were mist-drenched,
the sky blushing faintly,
as if it, too,
had seen us.
Your kiss lingered
like it didn’t want to leave my lips,
like it forgot
the night was over.
You were still sleeping
when I slipped out.
I didn’t wake you.
I didn’t have to.
My heart was loud enough.
The morning was surreal—
a scene too gentle
for someone like me
to be walking through.
It was Christmas.
But all I could carry
was the quiet
and the weight
of everything
I didn’t say
before the door clicked shut.
Packing another day, time to say bye,
Neither happiness nor sadness, I think it's a tie.
Thoughts on my mind, what could I have done?
I can't revive; just regret the time it's gone.
Whenever the clock hits nine,
To regret is the daily routine of mine.
Just hoping to do later which is only left,
With a checklist for tomorrow I slept.
I think I overslept its already eight,
Checklist says rise and I think I got late.
Was happier in my dreams I believe,
I don't want to wake, just leave.
The day also passed just like before,
Maybe not only today yet to come more.
Every night stabbing with regrets knife,
What can I say, it's my life.
He said, "Eye!"
She said, "I!"
She uttered, "Mayar Tee!"
He muttered, "Slightly left turn, atlas! My oh me!"
He said, "Priscilla Sucks!"
She said, "Aurelia busted the gas!"
And they both asked me,"Are you in? Did we?"
I overslept, "The last Monday, countess, is it the same.... still?"
And the housewarming kept the global sigh, "Arghhh!
Finish what he started!"
Wait
This can't be a mistake
The morning light
Is just too bright
We've overslept
Curled up in bed
Now we must rush
Gone that soothing hush
Toilet flushing
Teeth fast brushing
Coffee churning
Toast now burning
Swallow fast
Needs to last
Stuff all over
Where's the roller
Switch off lights
Well miss our flights
Connections short
Should we abort
No time to think
I need a drink
Get in the car
The Airports’ far
Traffic's a pain
This is insane
Check-in slow
With bags in tow
Our gates a mile
All rush - no style
People milling
My headache drilling
Boardings slow
I'm about to blow
The seat's a squeeze
But I collapse with ease
At least we're here
I need that beer
Our chatter muted
With strength diluted
We crack a smile
Gone is the bile
Thoughts of the beach
Within our reach
Where we can lay
For the whole day
Fall in a heap
Recover - sleep
Sand in our hair
Without a care
The sound of waves
Heavenly daze
I stay stationary, collapsed, in a room unlike mine
I stay bare, as I wait for my thoughts to align
the bloodied hand continues it's repetitive round
soon the dust in this chamber will have me drowned
my scaffolding will be unveiled before I accept
this isn't a hallucination because I overslept
I cry, I kick, I bite, I scream
I weep, I hit, my eye's they stream
my feet move my carcass for the very first time
so back to my predecessor's cradle, I can climb
the circle of life I complete at one and seven
and I hope to have again before I witness heaven
my consciousness a station that's only channel is you
I theorised us as true, not our love debut
the favourable and dreadful constantly contending
no speculation was given to our feasible mending
I crave to be livid and despise your existence
instead I sympathise and empathise and acknowledge our distance
your presence and aroma was a familiar setting
with your forthcoming absence it's you I'll be forgetting
formerly I was craving your presence and touch
now praying to avoid your glance and clutch
dreading to glimpse dreamy eyes turned devil
as our look will never again be that special
Memories tell lies,
“Behind enemy lines” is getting caught in my mind.
But “two twos” overslept,
Behind glossed over eyes the secrets are kept.
So memories tell lies,
That you already know.
My youth kept inside hides,
That’s something I just couldn’t let go.
That self supremacy just wouldn’t die,
Why,
Oh why shouldn’t I just forget my woes?
Over obsessively weighing cons against pros,
The case only gets closed whenever the answers are known.
Heart beats keep pace,
Decaying on the longer blood flows.
Sour and tart,
Life’s an acquired taste,
Some don’t mind waiting as the cancer just grows.
But hearts need to race,
Down roads with no clue wherever it goes.
I’m chasing being alive,
I just know that I’m close.
I’m chasing down my life,
To see the “Ro” I miss most.
Memories tell lies,
Sincerely yours,
One of the guys.
overslept
playing on the way to school
Class started
after a while
Opened the door to the back classroom
little by little Opening little by little
while pushing in my head
trying to enter without anyone noticing
I just come face to face
I met the teacher eyes
whole body froze
even the heart
My head jumbled with
"It's too late. Go home. You bastard."
The teacher smiled at me
She pointed to an empty seat
Very lightly like a best ballerina
walked over and sat down
How beautiful was teacher's back
At that time
more than morning sunshine
touched me
Until now the same.
The weather forecast was right,
the climate did indeed change,
mother Earth threw a hissy fit.
Damage was done needlessly.
Good men and a few women wept,
most shrugged - as I do - did.
Cities are under a threat
nothing specific, just random rumors.
Miami is basking as usual
however whales are dying
in numbers
environmental concerns were shelved
ignored,
prairie dogs dug deeper holes
They knew
they knew all along!
If only I had turned on the TV.
and not overslept
dreaming of an afterlife in Key West.
Tomorrow we overslept
today kickoff offering me
only such big mess as is
I have a headache because I overslept.
I overslept because I did not want to wake up.
I did not want to wake up because there is little here that I enjoy.
There is little here that I enjoy because what is here is fake and I am real.
Am I real?
Is Alchemy real?
I have a headache because I overslept.
Deprived (sleep)
The small green light
on the radio dial...
glares at me in the dark.
It is like a lazar light show going off.
I threw it out the next day.
I bought a new one,
and went on my way.
Night came,
and I went to bed.
My head heavy, my body tired.
I turned out the light,
and the red light,
came right on.
It was a giant, glaring sign...
gleaming "No SLEEP"
at me,
you see.
I unplugged the evil box,
and threw it out the window
of the second floor.
Then I shut the door...
and went back to bed,
my head,
heavy... and tired.
I overslept.
Morning sun rays touched the window seal,
and all I could feel was free.
I did not want to work today, anyway.
Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me those neap tide nacres
that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally
adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining,
we’re mere vapour trail mirage.
Instead a spring cascade of deep blue
sea amethysts loiter round my hearth,
with hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key
Posted : 9th March 2022
Meeting Attendees
They arrive at seven.
The morning early birds.
Hoping for donuts probably.
There are none.
Two slide in the back visibly late at 7:40.
This meeting ends at 7:45.
One says she overslept.
The other makes some inane excuse about going back home for her lunch.
Same two every week, same excuses.
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