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Posts Tagged ‘sleep’

a far goodnight

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 July 2010 at 12:51 pm

dreaming
of the nights
to come

when you will sleep
next to me

praying for solace
in a distant land

too far from home
too far from you

wishing to wake
into the dream
of finally being
there

(D. James)

you could call it that … yeah

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 April 2010 at 12:11 pm

can’t eat
can’t sleep
can’t stop thinking
of you

waiting for a call
e-mail
chat
text

something
to let me know
you’re thinking
of me
when I’m thinking
of you

knowing
it’s no good
being like this

but doing it
anyway

’cause there are
no answers
only questions

so why not ask
the same one
over and over

(D. James)

love at dawn

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 April 2010 at 1:52 pm

wanting
to hold someone
at the end of a long day

not just a body
but someone to love

curled up in my arms
breathing quietly
the smell of hair
and warm skin
mixed with clean sheets

someone to wake up to
come the morning light

someone
who calls me baby
in a way that means
the world to them

can’t a man want
these things
and not think
he has to hide
his feelings away

I’m just asking

(D. James)

everything there is … everything

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 31 March 2010 at 2:14 pm

I want
to write
on the walls

spell out
all the
ideas
emotions

color
outside the lines

black pen markings
beginning in one corner

not stopping until I’ve planned out my whole fucking life

filling ten rooms with the words of my mind
the work of my soul

not stopping until it is all out of me
like some monster some wild thing

only then can I lay down to sleep
knowing when I wake it will all
still be there
but exposed out in the open

nothing to hide

(D. James)

should have been over awhile ago

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 March 2010 at 1:50 pm

here’s where
we get to that part
of the night

closer to dawn
than dusk

when the cars
rubber by
less frequently

and your
eyelids
will not
cooperate

everyone else
is long down

nothing
but the hum
of the refrigerator
to keep you company

and that last car
rolling past your window

won’t be another till dawn

best to wait for it
under the covers

if you’re lucky
it’ll go by
unnoticed

if you’re not
it won’t

(D. James)

confused? me too

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 24 March 2010 at 2:17 pm

up all night
looking
for something
that doesn’t exist

something
I don’t want
to see in me

avoiding
myself
by looking
everywhere
other than here

trying to get
out of my head
when I should
be in bed

another late
night

another wasted
morning

couldn’t I get
the same result
in another way

or another result
in the same way

it’s all the same
in the end

(D. James)

wanting more than the gods will allow

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 March 2010 at 1:14 pm

waiting
the night out

feeling
my way
in the dark

hoping
the morning
won’t come
this one time

keeping
the fantasy
of being with you
longer than just tonight
alive for one more hour

as light
lines
the horizon

I take
one last look
and like Eurydice
you vanish before my eyes

(D. James)

searching for dreams (don’t do no good in the real world)

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 March 2010 at 2:06 pm

in bed
curled around
her sleeping self

I think
this is what
I’ve always
wanted

to whisper
in an ear

that she’s
my one
and only one

but I don’t
realizing
that’s not me
that’s not her

it’s just an idea
in my head
from a song
Taupin wrote
about one of his
ex-wives

and what
does that
tell you

(D. James)

what will I do tomorrow without you tonight

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 February 2010 at 2:39 pm

haven’t slept
in my own bed
all week

now it’s later
than late
and I’m faced
with the aloneness
of being alone
in this bed
that’s just
a mattress
on the floor

I miss
your green
eyes
your red
hair
your pale
skin
your
attitude

the way you look
straight at me
in the morning
like a child
who has yet
to learn fear
or know the difference
between themself
and another

and your laugh
pure abandon
in that ha ha ha
the complete unbridled
expression of joy

how will I make it
through the night
and worse
what will I look forward to
in the morning

(D. James)

burn for you

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 February 2010 at 3:12 pm

wanting
to burn
for another

feel
her missing
from the sheets
when she’s away

be
in the warmth
of a gaze

wake
in the silence
before sunrise

stare
at her body
lying in wait

get lost
in the smell
of her hair

pull
her to me
knowing
that’s always
what she wants

(D. James)

black wave of frustration

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 27 May 2009 at 4:59 pm

this night passes
through me

like a black
knife

no way
around it

I must
stay up

’til dawn
breaks me

only then
will I fall
to sleep

(D. James)

this is why I’m alone

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 15 May 2009 at 4:45 pm

spent the night
on the surface
of sleep

worrying about
my own
self interest

come the morning
hungry, ornery
horny, and angry

there was
nothing to do
but fight

maybe I’m not
cut out
for this
relationship thing

(D. James)

what does it mean?

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 23 January 2009 at 5:00 pm

Up late
listening
to Hindi singers

Images of trains
and the rains

Send me
to sleep
with words
I do not understand
but the feeling
is there

(D. James)

at the end of the day

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 December 2008 at 10:37 am

darkness chill
and the forgetting

bring back
something sweet
or innocent
it doesn’t matter

as long as it comes
before the fall
to sleep

(D. James)

falling asleep

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 June 2008 at 10:39 am

The world
disappears

Everything goes
black
and silent

This lasts
six or seven
hours

Then my eyes
open and the world
is remade
in an instant

(D. James)

another day done

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 6 June 2008 at 9:24 am

At the end
of the day

when there is
nothing more
to be done

except crawl into bed
give over to sleep

I still fight
with myself

to finish one more thing
before I admit
defeat

(D. James)