I can barely understand
My own handwriting
Let alone my fucked up mind
Like I'm rolling around
On the very same bedsheets
That make my scalp itch
In a cloud of cigarette smoke
I can hear morning birds chirp
I can see the sun rise
Without a wink of sleep
I wonder why they say
Sleep is the cousin of death
When not getting any will
Kill you quicker
As I dread the coming day
In rush of a returning night
To drink away
Stayin' awake is
The real motherfucker
Bathed in a great deal of denial
This tub is my home
With every ounce of
Whiskey tainted water
That splashes from my dropping
A bottle only makes this moment
That much sweeter
©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
29 comments:
Strong write Anthony...I specially like the irony here:
To drink away
Stayin' awake
dang dude...rough night...and stayin awake can be tough...esp when you know it will only get worse if you close those eyes...
Without assistance, ahem...I can't sleep. I have my ways of slaying the beasts that tend to attack when I close my eyes...whiskey works well too. Feel your pain, poet!
Like sprinkling holy water on sacred documents... a different kind of blessing. You really dug into your words well, Anthony!
heavy imagery...darkness is there while asleep or awake...and it's like you pose a question: which is the lesser of the two nightmares.
Love this:
Sleep is the cousin of death
When not getting any will
Kill you quicker
Great job!
ugh...hard night...Bathed in a great deal of denial...too much drinking to forget..and still..the pain is mightier than sleep..
i feel your pain... been there, done that... it's brutal. this is a great write, perfectly captures the frustration, despair, endlessness of those nights.
Well written. The bottle is a depressant and so dropping it breaks the cycle. Visceral and clear imagery.
The subject of sleep and dreams (mostly the lack of) is one of my favorites. You've captured the powerful images and crazed thoughts perfectly.
Great job, Anthony, as always. j
I like the way the lines come in short, quick & harsh like a shot of whisky.
Perfect, and yes, I been there
"I wonder why they say
Sleep is the cousin of death
When not getting any will
Kill you quicker"
preach, brutha.
rough and raw... Excuse my language here but this is a fuckitleavemealone cause the world sucks and whiskey is my friend poetry captured in its desperate perfection.
Yikes this is harsh, but damn if I haven't been there.
Wow! Delivered with conviction and what a flow! Hits hard, loved it! Poppy :)
This poem is absolutely ace. I love the way the words flow and definitely understand where you are coming from.
You are one of my favourite poets at the moment.
The nights always seem never ending too when you can`t sleep. The minutes seem to pass by in slow motion. Wonderful imagery. I can almost sense the anger, frustration and sleep deprivation too. A great write :)
you keep bringing it too man - consistancy is the key and your on it...
you keep a bringin ill keep a readin
your style is A1... would be great to hear you read it man or maybe i do anyways... it feels like i do.
superb work - i kicked my boney ass :)
I really love this poem. Raw, gnawing at my guts, making me squirm feeling those nights or what it must feel like. Excellent, Anthony
Amy
Really intense piece. Strong imagery that stays with you.
Intense...I love these lines...In a cloud of cigarette smoke
I can hear morning birds chirp
I can see the sun rise
Without a wink of sleep
I wonder why they say
Sleep is the cousin of death .......
My dad used to say that he will sleep when he is dead. Sadly he is sleeping now with the angels.
Wow! Powerful, moving, and tragic. Makes me want to try and rescue this person, to be very honest, hahaha. But is rescuing truly within any human's power?
I really enjoyed this, and I look forward to reading more.
Sweet words that echo'd my life at times..especially Mondays!!! enjoyed muchly
"The plan was to drink until the pain over. But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?" I love the hip-hop reference in this. Love this whole thing, actually.
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..brother, ah how often i've done the same..
Strong intense write - excellent.
Anna :o]
Tough way to deal with pain. It causes more. Harsh, good write.
sounds like a never ending hangover! Great and powerful imagery here, Anthony.
really liked these lines:
"Sleep is the cousin of death
When not getting any will
Kill you quicker"
Intense and powerful write! As a fellow insomniac, I feel your pain.
Fabulous!! You keep knocking the ball out of the park. Exceptional work my friend.
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