Another night I can’t sleep.
The day has taken the best of me ,it has defeated me.
Unable to close my eyes and escape reality through my dreams.
The night is just a partner in the day’s tricks and games,
he taunts me endlessly with day’s events through his silence.
When moon and sun finally meet once again
They come to the decision to give my mind a break,
before this imaginary noose of thoughts snap my neck
I feel ease for just a moment,until I hear the bird’s song
following the screeching sound of my alarm clock.
IF there is a god,he’s made blind men, see and the crippled,walk;
so why can’t he just tell the day to stop torturing me so the night can let me sleep?
Monthly Archives: July 2011
After Dark Poetry.
There’s A Murderer Living On Your Street, Don’t You Know It?
Walking down the street with a murderer’s mentality
I’m quiet on the outside but on the inside my mind is slaying masses
I’ve been dancing around the fact that what suits me best in life is death
My past is only black that I’ve tried to forget ,my present blurry just a forgetful life at best
Future nonexistent for my actions now have no consequence
Now take them all out one by one
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Death By Me Is Death By Revolver
He said his life is like a game of Russian Roulette and im the gun that’s pointed at his head. Unsure if im loaded,uncertain if im the shot that will kill him.I tell him “Take a chance what’s the worst that can happen?”. He pulls my trigger. He breathes no more. What once was his skull is now shattered on the floor. The neighbors hear the blast of the gun, come rushing over and In horror they scream. I look at them with an innocent smile and say “This wasn’t suppose to happen, it was just a game.” I drop the gun.. I walk away.
What is it to love.. what does that word even mean? Does anyone know?
Since I could remember I’ve been writing in my journals,I’ve been writing little stories and poems to try to define love, explain what my idea of love is. I never really knew what the word meant but I knew i wanted it. The image of love in my head was always beautiful, well of course isn’t love suppose to be nothing but beauty and miracles? At least that’s what i thought as a kid. I thought once you found that special person life was nothing but rainbows and sunshine,like your whole world was just at peace sunrise to sunset.All the people who would cause you feel bad about yourself would just fade into the background. Nothing could ever could hurt you again because love would put its force field around you and you’d be okay,you’d be more than okay, you’d be happy. But I’ve grown since then and i realize things aren’t that simple. Even though im young I’ve had a few experiences with what i thought was love and through trial and error of relationships im starting to make my own definition of love because love isn’t just a word in the dictionary that has a simple one line definition it’s so much more than that. Love is so much more than we can ever explain. Everyday we learn through our experiences and we add a line to the growing definition. To me love is the fact your waiting for that one person to walk into your line of view the anticipation makes you sick to your stomach but it’s the best sick feeling you’ve ever felt because it’s mixed with butterflies of nervousness and excitement and once you see them this wave of pure happiness comes over you and you have this big smile on your face like you’ve been possessed by a clown and you try to hide it by like biting your lip or pressing them together but then you end up smiling so much more because you’re trying so hard to hide it, and this never fades everyday that feeling grows stronger. But don’t get me wrong you can’t always have such a world stopping entrance with your lover. Because this is reality and nothing is perfect not even love. Sometimes it can make you crazy,jealous and paranoid because you have such intense emotions for one person you never want anyone to take them away from you. You want to be the best you can be for them and you don’t want anyone else taking that title of being “the one” from you. Although those emotions and thoughts tend to occur you know you’ve found love when someone doesn’t tear you down for feeling that way but understands and they reassure you that your paranoid thoughts are wrong. Love is about understanding the others feelings ,how their brain works to the best of your ability, it’s about growing together, laughing and having a sense of humor ,going through hardships together over coming them then being stronger than ever.This is just one small part to my growing definition, and it will keep growing until the day I die.
After that serious,contemplative thought I have something to share that’s pretty funny.
This is a little song I wrote when I was 9 years old.
and this is just a perfect example of my idea of love through song as a child.
Title: Mr Sunshine
BY: 9 year old Vicki
Mr sunshine come out where ever you are
Mr sunshine come out for me when it’s raining and those dark clouds come out
Mr sunshine you help me every time I need help
Mr sunshine come out your my sunshine when I feel alone you shine for me
Mr sunshine your my sunshine
Mr sunshine come out when those people are bringing me down
You shine for me on those rainy days when those dark clouds are over my head
You chase them away and you stay Mr sunshine
Sunshine shine for me
Sun Sun shine shine for me
Mr Sunshine shine for me
Lets end this with one of my favorite love songs of all time..Im feeling the Adele version tonight..
Another night I can’t sleep.