Posted in poetry, tagged control, emotion, fear of the future, free verse, poetry, sleep, solitude, the future on August 15, 2010| Leave a Comment »
12 :56
I stay up late out of
defiance against
myself, I guess.
If I flick the switch shut
my eyes and crawl into
the realm,
I’ve given up on
the day, thrown in
the blanket, so to
speak, and decided no,
it’s ok, you fucked up
today, but tomorrow will be
new and empty until
you see a stranger smile
someone drop books in
the park or
have the first sip
of tea, and
feel whole again.
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged body image, free verse, hospital, life, poetry, sleep, solitude on July 17, 2009| 1 Comment »
After Night
fingers are
my mirror
now
I have
a new
landscape
slightly
different
body map
new
landmarks but
same soul
Love,
Muse
Posted in poetry, tagged dreams, free verse, poetry, sleep on July 4, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Odyssey of REM
I never could
fully remember
a dream
snatched from
other levels
of mind
activity
by the everyday beep
bleeding light
sounds in the hall
enthusiastic birds
to grasp
at every time
colours
a face
and miss
travels in a universe
that I
cannot access
of my own free will
willingly
consciously
unless it is
past 1am
I wish to
meet the people
who dwell in
the closets of my mind
the cities that lie folded
in drawers
until I enter REM
some of those trees
houses and front lawns
feel explorable
familiar
strange sensation
of wanting to revisit
images you couldn’t draw
verbal description lacking
people without
skin warmth
imagined up
parts of me?
or fragments of
the souls
met and left
on the bus
imprints of their
worries, baggage
and destination
stuck in
my cortex
like dust
by mistake
appearing
and then exiting
every night
every day of my life
from whence they came
from the impulses
contained
behind my eyes.
Love,
Muse
A.N.: Is this where deja vu comes from? Maybe you forget the things you see in dreams then they walk into you on the street. Like strangers crashing into you on the way to an appointment.
Posted in poetry, tagged free verse, poetry, sleep on July 1, 2009| 1 Comment »
Anthem For Insomnia
there is something to be said
for the act
of staying up late
to the point of
light
so you can
exist at that point
when today and
tomorrow are confused with now
when later is sooner
at this time
I find my
brain foggy
to the point of
strange clarity
like a drunk’s
tendency
to grasp at
certain details
and overlook blatantly others
a most beautiful rock
but the complete lack
of memory for
example a check book
or the tying of one’s laces.
and when sleep does come
it attacks
in a silent way
seeping into one’s brain
like a list of things
you forgot
to do
until it was too late.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 