sheep at night, (1 a.m.)
(but i always thought that sheep were not the best farm animal to represent insomnia.). eventually sheep turns to old memories, choke down like hard candies. hurts to swallow. or maybe that's just the tears.

(2 a.m.)or bottles of beer on a wall, except i'm
numbering the ones on your floor, shattered. drinking never made you better but it never stopped you from opening another. and another.

(3 a.m.) numbers of leaves on clovers. i picked so many and i found one four-leaf one. i lost it and never found another. is it possible to lose luck as it is to gain it? if that's the case, it explains where you went.

i counted. i have.

i count but i've lost track.

At times you seem perfect
But when you don't reply
I die inside

The least you can do
Is tell me the truth
You hurt me internally
This pain will haunt me eternally
Its better for me to be alone
So I can carve my own destiny in stone

Written by Myriah young& Anthony Mooney

Love as defined in the dictionary: An intense feeling of deep affection.
Love as defined by 98% of others**: Painful.

"Breathe catch your breath
        don't move, be still
nothing in the world
        can touch you now I am here."
      That was the last promise you left me with
           your arm over my shoulder
                  my head falling to your chest
      the slow beat of your heart
          held me still, rhythmic ticking
time passing at once serene, not rushing
                my tears settled themselves
            in the oversized t'shirt I usually
                sleep soundly in.
  But I awaken to a new dawn
                   and you're gone.
        It was just a dream,
                    just a ******* dream about you.


© Sia Jane

I'm not saying that I want to die.
Not right now, anyway.
But lately, I just want to sleep.
To sleep and never wake.
I'm so tired.
Tired of everything.