(This is originally a slam poetry piece. Please enjoy!)
I Wake up 2 o’clock
I cut another brownie out wonder what my hips would say
I lay down roll around think about how many times my upstairs neighbors have had sex this week
They finally finish 5 minutes later
I let the after sex chit chat run through my head like subtitles to a bad Spanish soap opera
Everyone calls it something, Insomnia, restlessness, irritability, tension, Over active mind!
Movie, Book Or drugs.
Netflix is a insomniacs crack
With stimulation and wonderment in every pore and more flavors than baskin robbins ice cream!
The unskillful pull of wakefulness that keeps me conscience
When all I can do to deal with life is process it through the thick reality of fantasy.
I lost myself within the pages as I live adventurously without taking a step
Or give in to force your body to its job They say just one little pill does it all. They lie!
Sleep is our body’s way to regulate and reset
To balance out the ups and downs and ins and outs were put it through everyday
You don’t get to use your body like your car and just keep pushing it up the hump.
That dirt and grime all those miles collide and build up
Clog your arteries and fog your brain it wont go down the drain.
So i’ll wait letting the seconds tick by till the clock unlocks
Black out in a sea of bliss overcoming the conscience reality
Next morning I act like nothing happened
The daylight warms your soul
While it abates the night my tricky mistress lurks in the dark
I deplore the night
I was nine On the night that I first met 2 am the world laid a riddle at my door
The phones kept ringing and the night grew till the sun brought the news
That’s when I stood on the edge about to fall
We rush through each day feeling as if everything that happens only to us
But again night comes and you lay down your head to rest from the pain Bones weary
As the nights passed I became acquainted with its shadows
2am started to rip away my illusions and confusion
Childhood ignorance is bliss but after the clock strikes 12
The truth seeps through
It told me Santa wasn’t real, that everyone fights, and sometimes love can fade
Jump a decade and still here we are friends
Staying up to meet the morning as the bars close
Fog stuck to my feet as i beat a path home
But yet still everyone around me sits still just a horse hair to long
Those bleary glassy eyes droop closed slowly
As if tiny fairies are fusing their eyelashes together
Sprawled out wherever no need for circumstance or pomp
But I keep knocking around my brain
Doodling canoodling etc.
There is a very thin veil between
Love and hate
Happiness and sadness
Sanity and insanity
That when the sun comes up I can’t always see the difference
So when the night comes again I say no more
Then I begin my mantra and it says: Sleep child It’s okay It’s been a very long day!