messages and messages being sent and received
according to belief that I should be asleep...my cerebral cortex calculating what's nextseconds to dreams slower than realitythe hands of the clock spin gradually...Silence dawns a break of deafening internal screechesthe concious mind giving way to what could beat 03:33 my inner 'me' letting loosescrew loose on a rendezvousthird night in a row and its giving me the spooksstaring into the unknownexhailing steam on the windowsfinger painting my thoughts before they evaporate and go toe to toe with unhinged thoughts opening doors toeven morescenes accustomed to be seen in the brighter daythan this gray laminated by the block of cheese staring awaya glint resplendent through the pupila break in the darkness for me to residestaying mesmerised in yearning to close my eyes.restrained and detained by stress and consequencesinsomnia remains until the morning
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DallasCowgirl says: Felt it |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Number3
Insomnia's haikuThe still of the night.  |
Together and thenIn hopes of more.. In search of more.. We can't turn back! We can't go back. With the times past. With the times we grow. We can't turn it back so we turn it black! The African sun shimmers in the distance.. Our efforts linger on in the absence. With the sweat trickling down our backs.. So we embrace..with the Almighty's grace. To look evil right in the eye with all it's abhorrence. So that it too may look at our reverence. The dignity of the ebony shall remain throughout the coming eternity. Them who speak else utter blasphemy. U.n.i.t.y till we die.. Like the phoenix, from the ashes we rise.. Black love. |
the Walls and the DiaryW: Never could I have imagined, beyond my wildest dreams, a beauty as such. To my eyes and my heart. Too much it seems. As I’m left clueless in my means to express. My love for my love…love baffles me. D: “I don’t deserve you…” he says ~as she ponders on, her pen failing to jot down what she means to say~ W: Rightfully so… For you are a woman deserving of a throne and a crown. It should be! I, a mere man can but only wish to give you this… As my dreams foresee our future Equally my dreams ‘dream’… D: &... |
We better with hopeOn our knees. ...in belief. We better end this tale with our hands clasped together. With our heads bowed. Let us not be at the end of our tether. In the stormy weather...let us dance. With our tears camoflauged, lets forgive and forget...with hope. and Emerge...as we came into this world...once again. in loves thougt, let us spill our emotins on its canvass and create beauty. A new chapter in the continouence of our adventures. Sing, chant and even whisper, to the most high. Let our aspirations be known. Striving for greatness in each other... where the story begins... |
She would close her eyes and cryAlone crouched in a corner she weeps. she shivers in her own sweat. she's drenched by the fear breathing aside her daily. trails of tears run down her cheeks onto her sheets. darkened spots begin to show. her inner beauty, shattered and stepped upon, refuse to glow. in disguise she's "sweet ol Mrs smiley face". To us. swaying from side to side, her cat walk keeps cats talking. keeping heads turning and minds deliberating. she seems all too perfect... her beauties skin deep...too deep, her scars are just as real. its spring time and she never reveals her knees, she's ashamed by her daily routine of kneeling. her melanin exposed only to where it wouldn't look suspicious. she's wearing a buttoned up collar in the blazing heat. wrinkles around her neck drawing att... |
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Writers Block - Slow DanceIn the dazzle, its you and I. Lately we haven't being seeing eye to eye. So let me lighten up the mood with the soothing sounds of my heart beat. To the beat, let's dance. Offering my open hand in hopes of a dance. My fingers elongated...attempting to reach. To build a bridge between my partner and I. So that, we too, can be one. The tingling sensation arousing my emotions. Causing my cerebral to spark abstract images. Of which I need help in interpreting, I'm striving for meaning. As there is no "I" in Number3. No "I" in team but there is a "I" in Ink. So help I, to see. Come closer in between my fingers. Let me embrace your frame and explore it. Dance with me. Let the a4 be our dance floor. Let's make a simple routine of twists and twirls, letters in words, bring meaning. Dance with me. |
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Trivial satisfactionSatisfaction. . . An infatuation! We are and never will be truly content. Selfish creatures we are. With how things are right now. Your objectives, higher than the stars, Massively out of reach, we are succumbed to enjoy the fruits at our level. Near the devil, figuratively. Our lives are written down at every moment, every second till the last breath. Whether your destination demands distances unreachable by feet...as you end up finding a way, life too finds a way, life has a way of catching up to you. Life always balances out its equation. Blood, sweat and tears will, optimistically, never bare thorns as fruits. But as there is a left to a right, a up to a down and a positive where there's a negative. Life's directional instructions will always make sense to the blind man. |