Nightmare Before Sleep

fuzzy fans faze in and out, waves on the stream of my thoughts
cool sheets rustle across legs turned, dragging the rest of my body to the
right, left,
lengthen spine
slower breath for less air to power
imaginings,
stories,
to do lists,
paranoia
of foreign sounds in the dark.
sweat clams
red flickers are four
eyes closed mind seeing.
flames are five thirty
turn 2 3 4 5 6 7 8,
position and turn 2 3 4
coals are eight.
a sting on my lips, tangy frustration rolling.
tensing with exhaustion.
exercise to relax.
the pillow sinks under the headache, pull pull pull me down, brick brick mortar brick my
stream of thoughts from
cohesion.

red lights burn ten; I've slept.

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My sleep schedule has been so off this summer, and a night with my girls this weekend completely threw me off any semblance of order my body had before. Lack of sleep truly frustrates me, thus the tears in the poem and on my pillow. If I don't sleep right than I don't function at my best, and fighting against my own body is one of the worst fights I have. I didn't sleep more than two hours last night, I hope tonight is better.

Chemical Balance

In his puce green sweater my monotonous professor droned on droned on droned over chemical properties. In the oozing heat I could only focus on his odor, wafting towards me from the breeze of an open window. His nose I followed with my eyes and mind, willing the olfactory sense to operate. I wanted that breeze fresh and cool. Malicious thoughts of
lavender
mint
febreeze
rubbing alcohol
caused my fingers to itch; and my nose to hope.




After putting the kids I was babysitting today to bed, I wrote this poem on their house chalkboard. I first put down green, monotonous, professor, and malicious in random points. Then making the short piece by filling in the empty spaces between with words.

I haven't written any creative writing for over a year, but I'll see where writing takes me in this blog.