Redux
Tag: sleeping
Earned Sleep
Redux
Lucid Being 124 – Ash D. Solomon
Give life all you’ve got.
Fall into bed exhausted.
Charge your battery.
Rest In Bed
always the dread at midnight
assuming a million attempts at slumber
closing my eyes with hope
shutting down my mind
oblivion is beckoning
when i finally do
i can’t stay asleep
waking every few hours
yet still hoping for a longer stretch
that never comes
then the light fills the room
and all i want to do
is stay in bed
sinking in deeper
to the dreams which also keep me awake
is this the prelude
to wishing for my demise
slower starts every day
feeling the energy drain away
as sleep doesn’t revive me anymore
Shontay Luna
Surprised Septolet
I
stomped inside
too loud, too quick.
She screamed,
startled
out of her slumber.
Doors Diamante
The Doors
wild, dark
refreshing, probing, satisfying.
Unique, theatrical (respect, reverence)
glorifying, worshiping, adoring
illustrious, eminent,
legends.
In sleep
In sleep’s dimmest
darkness,
it is there.
The figure stands in
the open closet,
not moving.
And she barely
sees shadow
and still silhouette
in her room.
Until she realizes
it’s only
the mischievous
night.
Faces
Faces in the folds
of a curtain in
the afternoon sun.
In fleeting shadows
behind vibrant
light bulbs.
In vision specks
after sudden sneezing,
in opening of the eyes during
night’s reign.
And,
in my heavily medicated
presence,
the faces are
everywhere.
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Sweet,
the sweetest sound
ever made.
The whisper from
your lips,
calling my name.
Never in the world,
has there ever been,
a sound so
sweet.
~~~
Shontay Luna is a lifelong Chicagoan who studied Poetry at Columbia College before finishing her studies elsewhere. She’s most recently published in Anti-Heroine Chic, Rigorous and The Daily Drunk. Her books include Reflections of a Project Girl and Recollections & Dreams.
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Curled Up
lazy sunday mornings
cuddles with flannel
and flesh
sly smiles
with closed eyes
and tousled about hair
where the toes
say hello
and reconnect
but the brain
hasn’t quite
arrived
giving in
to an abandoning
after six days of being on
succumbing to a fluid
unscheduled, unhurried
relaxed funk
Dog Day Afternoon
My energy is sapped below the reserve.
Not sure where the strength should come from now.
It’s like pulling it out of thin air.
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consciousness
slowly erases the night
this new day
as all the others
remains the same
an abysmal state
rises with her
the sun does its best
yet light barely penetrates
the thoughts filled
with heaviness
too much for her to bear
she closes her eyes again
easily
sleep, the buffer
of the damned
the temporary fix
of the tortured
the escape
a necessary evil
for existence
this cycle repeats
until the body
and her mind
releases her
from this dark captivity
she hopes for it
needing relief to be sooner
rather than later
Inspired by Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt 2-22-20 #145
Down
waking to a cloud
the depression strikes again
remaining in bed
Dreams
The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin
but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet
A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes
a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork
of nonsense
Of monsters working side by side
Of grown men reverting to infancy
Of rock stars breaking bread
Of babies drowning
Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
Of the impossible being possible
The walk of the semi-dead
commences slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented
making a beeline for the bathroom
Bits and pieces
of old memories
laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip
The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland
showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance
The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates
as the irrational
begins to fade into reality
Surreality
On
this day
it seems like
I’m on display.
But where are my arms? Am I in a dream?
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