Sleep____A Poem by Beatrice MarsSLEEP ____________________-
because i want to know the time, because my nose runs - because i like the story and because as least I'm writing now and because there's a line (a room - room 1oh1? No that's something else) I can't remember - SLEEP because I write sleep - I write your dreams in this small space - because perhaps it's better to be dead because perhaps I don't remember - what I wrote or who I text or - or which classic - roman god is hunting me- I (obiviously) forgot how to make sense just for the sense of pen which of course isn't sense - but is maybe someone watching me? (FLOWERS) I don't know (present themselves -spring! It is spring - perhaps - perhaps to spring is - ) Paranoid! SLEEP - because I don't know but I'm sorry and i'm tired. . .
And that is the classic world, the gods and the under world - but this is real - coursework and grandad dead and cut/clash/cut because this is stories where the characters I like do the things classics do - the witches die - but english course work i submit but fashion (?) I submit to, but your cloak I wear, where words I ca- cannont relieve my mind of AND - where Odysseus battles Romans for intergity and in my classics lessons, where this is reals life this is; ___________________
Words will not leave me so me, I cannot leave but me, I go to the underworld and take chances (horse race bets and chances) against the gods and see - come what may, because what the hell?
SLEEP______________________
when i'm drunk I narrate my self in third person - so much so I can not sleep - I tremble and I ______ I want to cry - and scream - but I'd wake You? They - them - No, I'm quite composed/confused. And sad and achey - Please! please Let me Sleep ___________________________________--
THIS IS ME TRYING TO GET MYSELF TO SLEEP -
(LIKE EMILY DICKINSON.)
(It's not working, is it?)
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3 Reviews Added on April 27, 2012 Last Updated on April 27, 2012 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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