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bad day…

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My birthday was extra super sucky so I decided to repost this poem…

alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day

I feel ya Alex... I really do.

bad day

so i woke up this coffee
took a quick morning
and drank a weak ass cup of shower
yeah, this day is going straight to wall
the writing’s on the hell
and i can’t read it
because apparently insomnia causes dyslexia
i would say i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
but that would require sleeping
and even when i do sleep
i wish i was waking up on the wrong side
of his bed
then maybe
i could get:
some…
thing…
right…
but wishful thinking leads
to overthinking
and all that thinking
is why i can’t sleep.
vicious cycles
are 360 degrees of fuckery
and i am tired
of spinning.
i’d rather be falling…
asleep.

Poetry

playground…

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Insomnia is driving me stir crazy once again. Although it is a wonderful thing creativity wise, it is really starting to affect my body and state of mind. I will be beyond pleased when my sleep troubles are resolved, because it is exhausting, pun intended.

Although playgrounds are cool and all, I still want a good night’s sleep… sigh…

Exhausted but cannot sleep
…mind running in ellipses
(I’m too cool for circles)
Is an active mind,
an angel’s playground?
in which I seesaw with divine rhymes
Swing on verses
and chase ideas through the clouds
…until I fall asleep?

~Naturally Alise~
You can also find me at The Latte Mug. Stay poetic!
Poetry

Insomnia….

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I never sleep anymore.
Always wide awake and aware,
Luckily I dream with 3 eyes open
Fixed on magnificent endeavors
Can’t have my dreams slept on…
Anyway how ya gonna fight life’s battles with pajamas on?

I wrote that poem when I was going through an extreme spell of insomnia, surviving off of 3 hours max of sleep every night. But something that was interesting during that time is that I produced the most poetry and some of the most vivid journal entries (yeah, I keep a personal journal too that i *gasp* write with a real pen and er’thing). In those moments of wide awake-ness:

so much creativity flowed in
my veins that
my brain
was blushing from excited capillaries
that burst from the explosion of brilliance.

Damn, an impromptu poem, I love when that happens! Did I mention that my insomnia has returned? Let’s see what it will produce this go round.

Peace,

Naturally Alise
~Naturally Alise~
You can also find me at The Latte Mug. Stay poetic!