#caleum

mother i said shitty

As deep as it may come across, this poem is actually literally about not having enough sleep, and often becoming cranky as a result. A lot it is exaggerated- but it is a poem. The poem can also be interpreted as expressing the sensation of feeling sleepy and tired all the time as well.  Bottom line, please get some sleep- at least 6 hours a day! I have learnt this the hardest way possible way. 

They cry out in pain when I open them,

their shrieks and retorts fill my visions.

They rage a silent but fierce battle in my mind.

ever minute, ever day, and every night.

Till now, I have been able to win,

but one day they will pull one over me and put me to sleep.

Sometimes, I feel them drooping like lolling puppets,

their strings too weak to carry their weight any longer.

Every blink is their sanctum,

where light and noise will momentarily not encroach.

They stare back at me in the mirror,

as I dress them up for the day,

and conceal their struggles-

one black brush stroke at a time on the lids.

They silently plead,

now finally almost docile.

For those few hours almost every day,

they finally cooperate and bask in the wonder of strange lands,

till a greater call snatches the reins from them the next day.

They decorate my canvas with colours-

grey, black, and at times, purple veins.

I see similar spectacles all around me-

shadows, markings, and blotches.

All our eyes tell the same story-

of toil, tears, tests, and time,

shiny-

friends<3     PICTURESSSS  (we should, we very much should)

baby-

cuddles<3 ty<3

plain-

cottagecore sounds cool! but i think i would prefer smth else? 

(you’re wrooooong)

ty<3

fruit-

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