#insomnia poem

[the-cinnamon-snail]

The only other poem in my poem book on wattpad! Should I make more even if they're bad?

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The hours go by

Tick Tick Tick Tick

Not a single glimpse of sleep catches my eye

Tock Tock Tock Tock

2 hours till I'm up on the clock

Tock Tock Tock Tock

Will I even be able to walk?

Tick Tick Tick Tick

This night is the same as any other

Tick Tick Tick Tick

No sleep, isn't really much of a bother

Tock Tock Tock Tock

I twitch like the hands on a clock

Tock Tock Tock Tock

Can't put my shaking hands to a stop

(Insomnia gang rise up-)

[soul-sparkling-bright]

Star Song...

[she-pilgrimist]

4:37 am Stuck between night and day In warm sheets and a bed fit for one With thoughts of past regrets, It was not my intention to bruise Slippery tongue.

She-pilgrimist

[therightprometheanfire]

broken boys (insomnia poem #6) broken boys with busted hearts wandering through a desert have always been my weakness. boys with scars from their fathers who smiling bore the rod and swore “never i, never i”; who whispered songs like prayers in the middle of the night and treat every scrap of praise like a benediction; who have fallen apart under the weight of the piece of the world they carry around in the pocket a little heavier than everyone else’s; who have learned to glue themselves together but are still fragile at the places the cracks intersect. for i too have fallen into the dark places of this earth and i too know what it’s like to look into the mirror and see the shadows peering out from behind your eyes. and truly isn’t it best to find someone to share your shades with?

written by k.c far too early in the morning.

[mercymaker]

I grow as tall as willows My arms support heavens Wolves tear at my flesh Impervious, unscathed Darkness spills through the Cracks in my ancient bones Knives of war in my heart And rivers inside me grow Decades should pass And I still stand tall Like a weeping goddess Holding the sky above

“Impervious“

[scrollofbaikal]

your balcony with white paint I swear it felt like Siberia I was cold and you kept talking and of course I kept listening The night grew colder the sky more clearer I looked up and saw brilliance Orion's Belt and the dippers If only more people did the exact same thing the air would fill up with humbleness emanating an effect chained. //3:00