We are infinite

bear witness to the words of my hidden passenger. the words no one else gets to hear

[inner-cliche]

Can I sleep? I'd sure like to

Can I sleep? I don't think I know how to

Can I sleep? If my mind would for once be quiet I might know what it's like to get some rest to wake up refreshed

Can I sleep? Once the anxious memories greatest hits is over, maybe.

Can I sleep? I shine the light to mine own eyes and yell at myself I think im crazy. Not going I've gone and come back but the noises, flowing the room is silent.

Can I sleep? The room is to silent, my mind to loud and there's little distraction in the dark.

CAN I SLEEP!? the bags under my eyes, on the new york times best seller. They tell the story of the tired man who travels through time in his bedroom, relives years of trauma in slow hours. Head on the pillow but I can see the world.

Can I sleep? It's all I think about all day, ironic. Cause now I think of everything but.

Can I sleep? Medicated maybe sedated inebriated or intoxicated something to get it regulated!

Can I sleep? Not so much as I've tried, silly me I used to take pride in being awake all night. Watch TV or write until the sunlight.

Can I sleep? In one more episode, you know how that goes

Can I sleep? Please can I sleep

-B

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

beautifully written ~ Welcome to September~

[metamorphesque]

— Oscar Wilde 

[hall-0-ween]

[the-caped-captain]

Halloween 🎃 let it be the heaven I live on my last day on earth. Let it always be on the way but forever slightly out of reach. Let me always be looking foward to it. Let me have something to look foward to. Let me always have a reason to wear my plaids and boots. Let all hallows eve become a tale of make believe. Something we are so close to the smell is in the air but it seems like the aroma comes from no where. I guess, really what I'm asking is please, never let it be... the day after Halloween.

-B

[gaycommunist]

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

[samantha-evergreen]

[ismine-allmine-allmine-deactiva]

'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)

[emiedoesvanity]

I want write poetry and epic fantasy or history or both and I want to travel to old cities and try to transport myself back in time to when the architecture and frescoes were new and baroque was the new thing. I want to hear the people speak and how they’re conversations sounded. All we can do in our time is guess, but I want to know.

[inner-cliche]

When feeling down.. and beat I lay next to a window let the light in, let my cats sleep next to me fantasize about the fall. The autumn where there's no humidity in the air, but there's that chill. When my cats all want to snuggle with me for warmth and to steal my views of the falling leaves. Where my Chai teas and pumpkin scented everything take over the apartment. A true happy place where I don't have to think about all the times I've fucked up and all I've lost. Where my cats and me can just relax and watch the trees . When life is to much to handle and I want to leave it all behind, I go to this place to get lost in my mind

-B

[hausofautumn]

Imagine it being October 1st. you wake up to crisp air and the smell of rain and leaves. You get out of bed and put on your favorite cozy sweater, fuzzy socks and make a cup of your favorite warm autumn drink. This is what I’m dreaming of 🍂

[inner-cliche]

"To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist and that's it"

[poetry-siir]

“You are the strength and weakness of a kiss on my cheeks.”

— poetry-siir ©

[booksquoteslife]

[pieceofwilderness]

[the-caped-captain]

Most nights I fall asleep, when I do I dont pray the lord my soul to keep. I silently hope death decides my soul is his to reap. If I am lucky enough to dream. I dream of a place so serene. Follow along, Let me set the scene. Cackles of the warm fire heard from my tent, outside is a sea of scattered leaves over a cold floor. Rustling of worn pages from the book that accompanied me on this trip. Watching the sun set under the trees as it kisses me goodnight. And the trees dance through the night as they celebrate another majestic day in the life

-B

[inner-cliche]

I havnt written in a while

Id forgotten my signature style

What was once such a part of me has become so hard to see

A stranger, a forgotten dream starting to flee

Used to pick up the pen with such ease

Lately I cant find the ink

Now I talk to much but never think

Easily making a fool of myself

Anxiety and insecurities going in Circles like rollers at the rink

-B

[the-knights-who-say-book]

I only have two moods, excited by all the unread books i have and overwhelmed by all the unread books i have

[siir-poesia]

You left, taking you with you until your absence.

In my head I can still see you, blurred and haughty among withered trees where you drew on the skin of my ethereal desire.

Te fuiste, llevándote contigo hasta tu ausencia.

En mi cabeza aun puedo verte, desdibujada y altiva entre árboles marchitos que dibujabas sobre la piel de mi etéreo deseo.

siir-poesia (cc)