Posted at 05:48 AM
I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed for hours --blinking, halfly turning, squinting to blur the world which was awake, all around me. Still, I couldn't sleep. "Something terrible happened", my mind echoed like a mantra. Will I press the eager buttons and twist the wiry line around my bony fingers; eager and curious, while I wait in anticipation for that voice that would tell me you're okay? Or will I let my monsters come? ... and when I close my eyes, all my nightmares spring to life. frightful imps, my little monsters, unwelcome bedfellows. I decided to send an electronic message. No answer. pan was playing his wooden reeds. the little devils are amuck, tugging at my chains, causing me to stir, and yet they pin me to my bed. Feeble hands, Trembling hands, Pressing at the digits, With careful infinity. I asked you if you were okay. You answered in interrogative. It was as fine as any answer you could have given me. You were alright. It was enough. ... and when I wake, my eyes pop open. halfly in fright, halfly in frustration. i am chained to this wooden coffin, to ponder upon a single thought for all eternity. Are you okay? ======================================= The Abu Sayyafs struck again. Who's afraid of riding the bus?
7 Filled the Void
Lee (guest)
Q.9) And in that dream…What do you think its underlying meaning was? For we somehow subliminally dictate whatever our “Dreams upshot May Come.” Because we dreamt it we must have been thinking about it, even those shady thoughts hidden in the blackest pits of our minds. So in theory our cognitive must be able to decipher our own imaginings and fathom our own castles in the sky.
A.9)
Q.10) If given the chance to choose where your weary head will rest, what fabled or real place will you opt to have that much deserved sleep. Visually depict that perfect place where you want to put your foot up and realize sleeps’ 7th Heaven?
A.10)
Q.11) Who do you want to wake up next to? That yearning someone you just stare at for hours and puts you in constant awe as he/she snoozes peacefully besides you while you’re still awake caressing his/her tresses and spooning ignoring the sands of the hourglass; never minding the thunderous snore (chuckles).
A.11)
Q.12) Ever had this conflicting concept about sleep ; that why is it that when you’re privileged enough to have that daily dose of 40 winks and reach sleep’s REM climax and even further, you still seem to be restless when waking up; still unsatisfied? Complaining ‘twas still not enough. While on some occasions with just a couple of minutes worth of shut eye you wake up feeling so refreshed and revved up; and had the feeling that you had an eternity of sleep lasting for days. But you dumbfound that the longest sleep you had was only a couple of swings of the pendulum. Do you identify with my confusion? Nay or Amen?
A12.)
Q.13) Ever dreamt you were falling then you wake up screaming, your body sweatin’? Or have you ever experienced having a dream within a dream? Or having been awake but you can’t open your eyes, you know you’re awake but you can’t move, you can’t even lift a finger, can’t utter a peep moreover scream for help. Your body a rigor mortis, a paralyzed shell. Yet somehow your other senses seem to work just fine; you hear your alarm clock beckoning , the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling , that knock on the door and your Mom hollering for you ‘cause breakfast is served. Still can’t move!, your eyes glued shut, all you see still faded to black; in your mind you ask, “Is this it…the end? Oh, SHIT!!! Your fear of not waking up realized but somehow your pinky moved then another finger…your wrist, and an arm, a foot then your entire body you now control. You ask, what the hell just happened. All you offered was a sigh then you kiss the ground, forever thankful! For yet another peachy day…!
A.13)
Lee (guest)
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Anyone who traverses this sick twisted world surely in his entire existence must have experienced in a way the state of insomnia at least once; or for countless others it’s a perpetual dejavu. . Am I precise in boldly articulating that sleepless nights are tantamount to nostalgic reminiscing? And as you are deprived of the pleasure of sleep, like myself, I bid you to leisurely reflect on those wakeful nights. And let these arbitrary queries aid you as you linger and wait to be lulled into slumber’s serenity and into Dream’s euphoric embrace:
Q#1) When you’re in the company of only yourself, all shivering from the coldness of loneliness. Lying snugged and comfy underneath your satin sheets, lights dimmed and waiting for the sandman to put you to slumber; who or what do you think of?
A#1)
Q.2) As you wait for the Sandman’s presence and blame him for his perpetual tardiness even absolute absence. In your room you pull the curtains open your windows, look up the heavens, survey the stars stretching ‘til the vast nothingness, you howl at the moon then you ask God one question.. What was it?
A.2)
Q.3) What futile attempts do you do when you try to battle nocturnal awakeness? Do you count herds of sheep as they jump through a white picket fence? Or do you count packs of wolves lay hush waiting for the unsuspecting lambs to jump the barrier for their untimely slaughter? Share your own tailored battle plan.
A.3)
Q.4) What’s the most blissful nostalgic memory that incessantly haunts you every time you try to rest that weary head of yours? Then you just smile and forget about dozing off altogether and losing sleep doesn’t seem so dreadful no more.
A.4)
Q.5) On the other hand, what’s your most painful recollection to date? That every time when you’re horizontal you hide your head between your soft feathery pillows and your stiff mattress. And you commit to memory life’s ironies, its biting wit and sarcasms and just scream silently and weep ‘til the crisp morn’ shows it’s facade.
A.5)
Q.6) What creepy crawlers, night creatures, boogiemen, gothic beings and things that go bumpin’ in the night are you most fearful of? And you wish you don’t fall prey while you lay immobile in your cradle and try to sleep with one eye opened.
A.6)
Q.7) What counter productive activity do you do instead to occupy that blank hours having waved the white flag and surrendering to the never ending tossin’ and turnin’? What do you do as an alternative to sleep as you yield to the battle cry, “To sleep or not to sleep…!?”
A.7)
Q.8) And in that slightest of instances that you’ve successfully catch a shut eye, what’s the most vivid dream you had? The one where Father Time is inexistent, lines intersect harmoniously and impossibilities become dimensionally clear, feasible and almost to the touch.
A.8)
Q.9) And in that dream…What do you think its underlying meaning was? For we somehow subliminally dictate whatever our “Dreams upshot May Come.” Because we dreamt it we must have been thinking about it, even those shady thoughts hidden in the blackest pits of our minds. So in theory our cognitive must be able to decipher our own imaginings and fathom our own castles in the sky.
A.9)
Q.10) If given the chance to choose where your weary head will rest, what fabled or real place will you opt to have that much deserved sleep. Visually depict that perfect place where you want to put your foot up and realize sleeps’ 7th Heaven?
A.10)
Q.11) Who do you want to wake up next to? That yearning someone you just stare at for hours and puts you in constant awe as he/she snoozes peacefully besides you while you’re still awake caressing his/her tresses and spooning ignoring the sands of the hourglass; never minding the thunderous snore (chuckles).
A.11)
Q.12) Ever had this conflicting concept about sleep ; that why is it that when you’re privileged enough to have that daily dose of 40 winks and reach sleep’s REM climax and even further, you still seem to be restless when waking up; still unsatisfied? Complaining ‘twas still not enough. While on some occasions with just a couple of minutes worth of shut eye you wake up feeling so refreshed and revved up; and had the feeling that you had an eternity of sleep lasting for days. But you dumbfound that the longest sleep you had was only a couple of swings of the pendulum. Do you identify with my confusion? Nay or Amen?
A12.)
Q.13) Ever dreamt you were falling then you wake up screaming, your body sweatin’? Or have you ever experienced having a dream within a dream? Or having been awake but you can’t open your eyes, you know you’re awake but you can’t move, you can’t even lift a finger, can’t utter a peep moreover scream for help. Your body a rigor mortis, a paralyzed shell. Yet somehow your other senses seem to work just fine; you hear your alarm clock beckoning , the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling , that knock on the door and your Mom hollering for you ‘cause breakfast is served. Still can’t move!, your eyes glued shut, all you see still faded to black; in your mind you ask, “Is this it…the end? Oh, SHIT!!! Your fear of not waking up realized but somehow your pinky moved then another finger…your wrist, and an arm, a foot then your entire body you now control. You ask, what the hell just happened. All you offered was a sigh then you kiss the ground, forever thankful! For yet another peachy day…!
A.13)
phunatik
darkwinter
darkwinter
ako naman, miss ko na limericks mo :(
common_tao
greek_god
to get you out of your forsaken love
they'll give you the isolation you want
and kill the ramblings of your life....
i miss your words...sobra....parang naiyak ako sa mga sinabi mo..parang kasing helpless which i always feel during when my insanity attacks.