And more and more I wish to sleep.
I pray no more.
No role to keep.
I make my own.
I fold my sheets.

I hold the phone.
It's kinda neat.

To be alone.
Alone, so sweet.
So sad, indifferent,
incomplete.

Ihate the perfect,
hate the dreams.

But sleep just isn't what it seems.

I see the glimmer, light in eyes,
of lovers loving...
and I've tried.

But that's not me.
I'm half-asleep.
I'm broken dreams
and poetry.

I'm rhyme schemes
that don't make much sense.
Jim Beam and dreams
and my two cents.

Never thought I would repent.
Never did.
I kid and vent.

But now I'm spent.
The day is through.
I pray I stay
away from you.
And none my life
in all you do.
Your eyes so red,
that sickening hue.

I feel detached.
Like broken glue.
Treaded over,
on new shoes.

Aren't they cool?
We used to say.
That love would always stay this way.

But you're a girl.
And I'm a guy.
You just don't listen.
I don't try.
Your veins, they bake.
But mine just fry.
So scared
I'd even say goodbye.

Goodnight, again.
We grow to die.
Or shrink to live.
Or drink to sigh.
With shrinks or shivs
on broken thighs -
we walk the path
just asking, "Why?"

So that's my peace,
at least it's true.
I'm not that old
and not that new.
And never knew
just what to do.
But you know that -
Oh, I know you.

You want to think
that it will be
a peaceful sleep
that sets us free.

I see the car
crash in the tree.
But I'll be fine.
Oh, you know me.

I drink and drive.
I thrive and sink.
I paint my soul
purple and pink.
To see what all the girls will think.
I think you know me.
'Least I think.

And, yes, the sleep.
It comes and goes.
And leaves but breathes
in me through pose.
We all can see
what no one shows.
Oh, I don't know.
I just don't know.

And if I did I wouldn't tell.
'Cause knowing all must just be hell.
And all I do
I do so well.
Still beat my fists until they swell.

I'm hiding deep beneath a shell.
Like snails, I got mine in the mail.
Addressed next door... I'm bored with sharing.
Tell me how your failure's fairing?

Seizures, suction, chokes and chains.
I still say it was worth the pain.
To gain a form, to know a name.
But blame the sky
for all it's rain.

Sunday morning.
Mourning, wanting.
Sleep so deep.
The treat is daunting.
Retreat to keep
my spirit haunting.

I must retreat to keep on haunting.

All I can say is....WOW!

A typo that distracted me a bit from this otherwise brilliant write "Ihate the perfect,".

Aside from that, as I've said before...I highly respect your use of descriptor words throughout the writing. Kept it catchy and the length disappeared into a sonnet with a melody playing in the back of your head. Rarely can I read that much in a poem, but I just couldn't stop reading this. Cheers mate.

Cheers. And, thanks.

I was trying to be ironic when I said that.

The statement was written imperfectly as I was stating I hated perfection.

I thought it was out of place, thanks for the explanation.

The declarations stated- make me question all that's within. I'm always moved by your poems even though I feel less sure of what I know. What a raw and moving piece wrapped in rhyme.

What a very profound write with alot of undertones blended in. I love the rythm of it.
Very excellent descriptions...

I would say perfect but "I know how you hate that!!"

LOL

I'm rhyme schemes
that don't make much sense.
Jim Beam and dreams
and my two cents.

^did you know that Poe wrote much of his stuff in a drunken stupor, I wonder what is worse, drinking alone, or just being drunk with loneliness.....you've captured what many feel daily...

I must say I have not been venturing within these walls lately like I should to read the words within. The rhythm was excellent lots of feeling within excellent write.............

WOW

Really enjoy the Flavor Neighbor

A toast to living and sharing all thats not yours, wink

A very nice write...

Another amazing write