Long Poems About Insomnia
#insomnia
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
SUBCONSCIOUS INNER SKETCHINGS BEYOND THE VEIL OF MASKLESS TIME (4:00am, 8-17-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
stirred up from out of
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
#identity
#insomnia
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
111 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
DARK DESERT HIGH NOON (around 1988-(?); in my tiny garage apartment; Leucadia, California)
how many more tiny rooms
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
108 reads
0 Comments
ChocoLaaTTe
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:27am
18th Jun 2024 9:27am
Dreadful Dream
Immobile
You are a telegram projection, single
A singular being of warmth
cold,
all your worth
sense of existence
in a wonder of persistence
everything in one
yet nothing you are none
and not a nun
Godless
Souless
Or soulful
but just woeful
Sense of being
In the dream of seeing
Conscious tension
In momentary...
You are a telegram projection, single
A singular being of warmth
cold,
all your worth
sense of existence
in a wonder of persistence
everything in one
yet nothing you are none
and not a nun
Godless
Souless
Or soulful
but just woeful
Sense of being
In the dream of seeing
Conscious tension
In momentary...
#anxiety
#dark
#dreams #insomnia
#dreams #insomnia
167 reads
8 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
167 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
TIME FLIES AS DO I (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
it seems
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
#spiritual
#insomnia
#healing
#disability
#cancer
133 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 4:33am
24th Feb 2024 4:33am
LONG NIGHT EMPTY DREAMTIME SONGS (5-28-2001, 4:00am; Galveston Island Texas)
drifting
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
132 reads
0 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
7th Feb 2023 1:12am
7th Feb 2023 1:12am
Restless
..The brush of your cheek
You stiffening against me
...You asleep on the floor
But not really
But I pretended with you
Baby
I know you remember
Slid my hand up your thigh
To wake you
Slow
Tender
A feigned arousal
'Hey
Sleep on the couch
It's more comfortable'
All day, working on this house
The attic heat
Is a right
Tight pit
"Hell"
Written on a piece of wood
Inside of it
All those weeks
You watched me
You didn't...
You stiffening against me
...You asleep on the floor
But not really
But I pretended with you
Baby
I know you remember
Slid my hand up your thigh
To wake you
Slow
Tender
A feigned arousal
'Hey
Sleep on the couch
It's more comfortable'
All day, working on this house
The attic heat
Is a right
Tight pit
"Hell"
Written on a piece of wood
Inside of it
All those weeks
You watched me
You didn't...
#love
#insomnia
#FallingInLove
297 reads
0 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 3:28pm
27th Feb 2022 3:28pm
darkness breeds creativity
I can never tell when someone is joking
Especially if I haven't known them for long
Or if we don’t hang out a lot
It’s especially hard to know when they’re poking fun over the phone
If I can’t see their faces how will I ever know if they’re being serious or not?
I use the word stupid a lot
Maybe I'm just self projecting?
Maybe I'm not?
Stupid isn’t the only word I would use to describe myself
But it also wouldn’t be the word I would think of last
Flamboyant, bubbly,...
Especially if I haven't known them for long
Or if we don’t hang out a lot
It’s especially hard to know when they’re poking fun over the phone
If I can’t see their faces how will I ever know if they’re being serious or not?
I use the word stupid a lot
Maybe I'm just self projecting?
Maybe I'm not?
Stupid isn’t the only word I would use to describe myself
But it also wouldn’t be the word I would think of last
Flamboyant, bubbly,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#despair
#insomnia
#nightmares
374 reads
7 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 00:55am
17th Oct 2021 00:55am
TOOTHLESS GATOR DANCE (10-14-2021, 12:00am, Palm Springs, California)
with my useless
post op
right arm
bound up
in this sling
for at least
another month
here at
the end
of another long day
as exhausted
as i am
so ready for bed
i still have
one more last
struggle ahead
before i can
for the usually
quick simple act
of getting out
of my pants
has recently become
a considerably
more daunting...
post op
right arm
bound up
in this sling
for at least
another month
here at
the end
of another long day
as exhausted
as i am
so ready for bed
i still have
one more last
struggle ahead
before i can
for the usually
quick simple act
of getting out
of my pants
has recently become
a considerably
more daunting...
#night
#monsters
#insomnia
#illness
#weakness
611 reads
5 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
sleep deprivation
Why do floorboards creak?
I know I can just google it, but I actually don't care
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can
I'm not scared of the dark or the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am
Why does time...
I know I can just google it, but I actually don't care
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can
I'm not scared of the dark or the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am
Why does time...
#suicide
#insomnia
#suffering
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
463 reads
0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 5:13am
11th Apr 2021 5:13am
If then I only knew what I now know, I'd said NO.
Around and around and down I go
When will I stop when I'm in the ground I'll know
It was never ours to begin with to hoard and withhold
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's it is owed
Now within my own explosion I am ready to implode
As I think of all the spending spent with not a rod dam thing to show
Once you've bought it you're sold
Getting it back will take years more than four score
and cost more than seventy eleven fold
Slow is the hole made in your soul
there goes your whole glow
Wages paid promptly with dues in delinquency still...
When will I stop when I'm in the ground I'll know
It was never ours to begin with to hoard and withhold
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's it is owed
Now within my own explosion I am ready to implode
As I think of all the spending spent with not a rod dam thing to show
Once you've bought it you're sold
Getting it back will take years more than four score
and cost more than seventy eleven fold
Slow is the hole made in your soul
there goes your whole glow
Wages paid promptly with dues in delinquency still...
#hope
#insomnia
#addiction
#meditation
#hurt
408 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
6th Feb 2021 9:29am
6th Feb 2021 9:29am
streaming a blink of insomnia's consciousness.
did I set the alarm?
why wasn't I honest ?
i shoulda peed.
my whole body is sore.
::cramps::
i need to check the renter's insurance.
that was some ridiculously hot reading.
why didn't I get a text?
where is my patience?
my ass is too fat
::pillow flip::
Ahh cold pillow.
I hate Guy Fieri.
I'm hungry.
I wish I had fries or dark chocolate?
Both.
Fuck!
Repeat, my ass is too fat
I hope Biden kicks ass. ...
why wasn't I honest ?
i shoulda peed.
my whole body is sore.
::cramps::
i need to check the renter's insurance.
that was some ridiculously hot reading.
why didn't I get a text?
where is my patience?
my ass is too fat
::pillow flip::
Ahh cold pillow.
I hate Guy Fieri.
I'm hungry.
I wish I had fries or dark chocolate?
Both.
Fuck!
Repeat, my ass is too fat
I hope Biden kicks ass. ...
#insomnia
487 reads
23 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Insomnia
