-19.11.19_23:58-

Circling around,
Finger tracing the swirl

-09.10.19_01:15-

I don’t want to sleep,
Since that means

-21.04.19_01:47-

The body is tired,
My mind will not stop,

-13.01.19_01:30-

Zooming along

In the dark,

Reeling and overloaded,

Images flash before my eyes

Open or shut

I see them still,

Never settling,

Circling around,

Until I crash

Into tomorrow.

-22.10.18_02:40-

It keeps on running
Off switch,

Stay Up

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

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HAIKU: I HATE COUNTING SHEEP

HAIKU:  I HATE COUNTING SHEEP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sleep Like A Baby?

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I was reading Tolkien
That night too,

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Bang along
Eluding sleep’s sweet grasp

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Following an elliptical path
Twitchy rage to
Weepy calm,
Feeling the toll
It extracts from my body
And sanity,

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Lost
In the sea of
Insomnia,

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Bouncing and wanting to
Sleep

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And the day rolls round
Again,

Time

I don’t hate you.
It’s not you who fuels the insomnia
That tortures me in bed
Each night as I lay awake,
Desperately longing to take back
What I lost.

Because I didn’t lose you.
You were never mine to have.
I know that now.
I’ve accepted that you were free
To meet him and abandon me.
And I cherish our time before:
When it was just us two.

The Grass Does Not Bend

When the grass doesn’t bend, and the earth
Holds her breath, and the stars are drowned
By a pregnant moon at midnight, so I walk,
Down the empty road, a monk in my shawl

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I won’t surrender
To the transcendent joy
Of sleep.
Dragging my body
Along the wake
Left by my soul,

-28.05.15_01:01-

Sleep with
The light on,
Avoid sinking
Into the dark,
Isolate
And protect,
So the beast
Sees no morsels
In his way,
As we ride
The red path

-19.05.15_08:34-

Oblivion calls
A sweet siren song,
But I can’t listen
Or follow her down
Responsibilities beckon,
Steel fist on my heart
Directing me outwards,
Gawd how I hate
The daily grind

~ Insomniacs

~ Insomniacs 

Sometimes… Night is a silent, slow motion picture

Episodes scatter, out of place, out of time and sequence

Voiceless moving mouths, familiar faces freeze framed

As memories of a lifetime take center stage, reenact;

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While away the hours,
Trying to avoid
The future fast approaching,
I slump and nod
Along,

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An ordered plea
Ignored,
The words offered
A seductive lure
That dragged me in
And along,
Until

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Awakening
To a blank spot,
No recollection
Of how I got here,
Or what
May have been done

-11.09.14_09:27-

Riding me nightly
Day after day,
The carrot on my stick
Forever out of reach,
Until I collapse
Into nótt’s embrace

Snoring

Delayed sleep

A modern curse?

Repeated waking

Time’s a blur

 

Tick tock goes the clock

The light’s too bright

The breathing too loud

 

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Dawn creeps closer,
Forward and openly
Seductive,
Tempting me,
To wait a wee bit longer
But common sense
Drags me back
To bed

Insomnia,

Secrets shared are deep,
forming memories to keep.
Though the time leap,
slowly as love seep.
Broken promises ever weep,
because talk is cheap.
Thoughts now a heap,
how do I sleep?

-CW

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Dawn comes along,
A gradual cessation
Of the night’s orchestra,
Details slowly resolve
Into shadows
And shapes,

-13.04.14_02:39-

I prefer the night,
No evil charioteer
Trying to kill us,
Serene
I can think,
And write