Insomnia! Or what I call, “The curse of a thousand poets.”

just chilling
a cigarette
unlit
coughs
the light flickers

smell of burnt rubber
peeled on asphalt
distant roars
of bikes

water dripping on sink
incessant pings
got to repair that
tomorrow

Yawns
looks across the street
swear there is someone
lurking around

shakes head
got to stop newspaper's subscription
they never get read anyway

blush in the east
sighs
maybe the pills will work
dawn feels like dusk

Where's the bathroom
bleary eyes
trying on the cold blanket
snore a bit
and start awake.

INSOMNIA
(A struggle with Guilt)

Consciousness beckons my being;
Hindering my travel unto dreamland,
Where nightmares are real and fear is abundant;
When you are where you're at.

Your body may have turned into dust,
But your presence is never gone from my sight.
The essence of you lingers day and night,
Slowly tearing me apart.

Awake you can't touch me;
Asleep you could kill me.
Eyes filled with rage and vengeance,
I could feel the weight every time.

My soul is dimming, losing its light,
As darkness devoured what little conscience I have.
The colors of life is becoming gray and dull,
My struggle feels like it's losing the fight.

That insistent voice constantly whispering, "Sleep my love."
Is like a melody of a violin's plea.
That loud thumping inside my heart,
Are echoes of my sins from a long forgotten past.

In dreams, their ghost is collecting;
For the blood in my hand,
For the lives I never spared,
For the orphaned spirits devoid of its vessels.

Sometimes I felt lucky and insomnia is my only ally.
Awake, my sanity is safe.
But tonight the stars favors my guilt,
And let them take me to rest.

I am dreaming now.

So I rented a room last week @Dup.com  
Did you know it comes with free poetry  
and a view.....                 
     
My first night at the Inn I ventured  
downstairs, hey? did anyone know  
Madame Lavender opened a Bar & Grill?  
I also hear the good Doc, gives free                
medical advice too  "/                       
     
 A few regulars were scattered about  
some were having drinks while others                     
were dancing enjoying the cool menthol stylings   of John Feddeler, who was at the piano playing  My Way from Sinatra.                
     
So,      
I pulled up a stool and knocked back a few Souladareatease,Poetikmind and Xmar82 were discussing and debating their own points of views.

 Hashman, Lance,and Sadsmilles were all laughing it up, waved for me to come join
the convo already in progress.                        
     
"They' good peeps like that."                        
Some of my gal pals walked in              
not long after I got there                       
Flowergirl,Crimsin,and Enigma,                      
and oh yes, ScarlettA came too                     
     
Johnrot, came by for a frosty few,                        
alongside CraicDealer,Roachmill                      
and Poetspeak,who drank vodka,  
"cause he don't like beer "/                        
     
I have been up for almost 1 1/2 weeks  
with less than 1 hour or two a day worth of sleep, I am as manic as an Eskimo with a heater. I have acute insomnia since I checked in last Monday.  I am as Bipolar as Bananas in Pajamas and that stupid fucking purple dinosaur.                        
     
DUP,      
I raise my cup,      
please take a bow                        
best insomnia Hotel around.                      
                           
                     
                     
Note: This was spawned from my insomnia    
and  the inspiration is from Madame Lavender who wrote a story about Dup a few years back ")                
                        
                                                
 

I lay awake through dark nights
Unseduced by slumbers sweet whispers
My silent howls rain down by the moonlight
I am the sleepless cloud that drifts the sky.
I sit on my bed, rejoicing in the infinite silence
i’m the only person in the world
I stare out the window watching shadows dance in the night,
Watching stars peer through the thick dark, watching
Tree branches sway slightly in the gentle wind under the
Pale lamplight. There's nothing more beautiful than the silent
Wonder I gaze at from my tiny observatory, I like to lift
The window up, feel the cold breeze on my skin, watch the
Goosebumps slowly emerge across its landscape.
 I am part of the night
I am the silence
 I utter not a word through to the morning.
I wait to see the twilight dawn, a stunning gift for unopened
Eyes to never see. I watch the twilit sky gracefully tumble away
The sun is born from the earth anew, i watch it soar up from the edge
Of nothingness, casting its warm rays out like heaven’s archangels
To wake sleeping souls.
but me, I am sleepless and I am here to witness
The world plunge into the beautifully serenity of night and be reborn
From quiet ashes of that dark paradise to grace us with the warmth of life