The other day I happened upon a hilarious site, called Sleeptalkin’ Man. There is a brilliant woman who decided to post online her husband’s late-night ramblings. The best part is that he’s really quite witty in his sleep! Combine randomness, pent-up aggression for vegetarians, creative swearing, and the occasional fluffy animal, and you have a laugh-till-your-gut-hurts website. Well done Karen!
how long does it take?
a million thoughts per second
I have only to grasp but one
and make it stick
but this delusional misery
makes me different
and silences the norm
to shadow someone
I choke at the thought
my independent sea
took many years to fill
and I don’t know how to swim but there
I’ve become nocturnal
and my body now frightens easily
I’m choking again
I cannot fathom why
and every day people ask
I laugh but I’m scared
it’s a lovely thing to have dreams
yet I avoid sleep
so as not to have them end
I swear to me it’s dark as dust
and just as mystical
Copyright L.M. 2007.
I just wanted to let you know this right here is my tenth and last post for tonight. That includes eight transfers from my other site, and one new one. I’m going to re-timestamp the new one so it appears directly after this little note, since it technically is the newest of them all.
Please have a read, though if you just have a minute, you can check out Laura’s Greatest Hits: All My Favourites for the ones deemed the best (in my humble opinion) of tonight’s selection. I think I put two in there tonight.
It’s 5 a.m. and I don’t know why I’m awake still, other than to post more poems. I just had a craving for stuffed peppers. I don’t know why that’s relevant. I think I need sleep; my brain dialogue is beginning to type its way out, and that could be dangerous! 😛
it’s sometimes pleasant, you know
cutting my heart open with letters
signalled from God? Fate? me?
I tear away at words
and that they hate is good
because it concerns them all
and fortune will fall into the lap
of those who understand it
so sleep away
nestled amongst stars
sought for by none, but wanted
and a step along tells me
that I have indeed come aways
so that I am tired should not surprise
a lull should be enough
clustered into a mimosa
is all I am
and, I’m afraid, all I’ll ever be
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a few months ago as well as the next few I’m posting).
Today I was walking around downtown Kingston, trying to make up for lost time. Lately I’ve been so busy, and have had such little sleep, that I’ve pretty much been a (non-)walking zombie. Yesterday when I went to class, I was literally stumbling. If you know me, you know that I can handle being tired. Heck, in the past people have commented on how upbeat I was, not knowing that I’d pulled an all-nighter the night before. So, for me to say I was feeling it, I mean I was feeling it. Today I had to get up for a group meeting, which consisted of very little work, but at least a little organization. After that, I decided it was time to walk off everything that’s been building up in me.
I had a great experience. A lady came up to me and asked me what the wreath was that I was wearing. Confused, I looked to where she was pointing: my poppy. She didn’t have an accent and didn’t look stupid so I was curious why she didn’t know what it was….. I asked “You mean my poppy?” She nodded. “Well, we wear it to recognize and give respect to our veterans. For Remembrance Day.” She smiled and said, “Ahh. We were wondering why everyone was wearing wreaths. We’re from California.” She thanked me, we walked away, and I heard her telling her friend the result of her inquest.
That made me smile. I think because the poppies had been so prevalent in walking downtown that it made her curious enough to ask. That impressed me, and I suddenly felt very patriotic 🙂