When Night Has Passed But Sleep Did Never Come

When Night Has Passed But Sleep Did Never Come

And windows shine with all the morning sun

But moon and stars skipped over you at night

And skin is dry and wound around you tight

When those fans of laptops wake you up,

And coffee gives no grace within each cup,

And orange juice tastes like water,

And bread like frozen dirt,

When summer heat is passing and storms raise no alert...

Then find me in my bed, dear,

Find me clear and wide-eyed,

No pillow 'neath my head, dear,

Or sheet under my side.

You'll find me cold as death, dear

But I am quite alive.

And you can have each breath, dear

From you I will not hide.

I may give quite the vex, dear 

But this will change with time.

If you will seek me next year,

You may just change your mind.

My sweatshirt may be stained, dear, 

My socks are mostly soiled,

But I don't feel the shame, dear, 

I know these past time toils.

Please think of me in gold, dear, 

In purples rich and blue.

Life's good I know I'm told, dear, 

In color, shade, and hue.

So hold on to me dear, dear

And I will hold to you.

I do not know comes near, dear

But I know I love you.

I may give quite the vex, dear

But this will change in time

If you will find me next year,

You may just change your mind.

So hold on to me dear, dear, 

And I will hold to you,

I don't know what comes near, dear, 

But I know I love you. 

A Bad Habit

(Not great......but each exercise brings me closer to being better. Indulge me a bit.)

 

I Once Desired Kindness

And sometimes I still do

But earth inhabits cruelty

Seems nothing else will do

I used to look for beauty

Aesthetically pleased

But in the realest moments

Twas blackness all I sees

I once worked for all harmony

The risks my hope did take

Stark melody took over

For every human's sake

I used to bite my finger nails.....

I once thought I knew quite abit

How silly of me really

I once thought I could write well

But that was also silly

I've tried not not to like this place

It seems a little bleak

The grayness clouds my face some

The more I give and seek.

I once would bite each finger nail...

I worked (once) with many broken,

They sought me out to talk

But I tried much too hard then

To crutch each broken walk.

I felt a little lonely once, 

But I had many friends

They did not know me very well

Despite communal ends

I tried hard to explain myself

To analyze each thought

I color-labelled every mood, 

Each dispositive thought.

I used to bite each finger nail......

I worked hard to describe myself

In this too much was spent

I haven't kicked this habit yet

I'll let it go for Lent.

Self analyzing, my addiction

I can't do without

My mind, my heart, my character,

Morality, my doubt.

I used to bite my finger nails, on them I used to chew--

I used to bite each finger nail,

--but this one I still do.