Sleep

i want to sleep
but it's as if my eyes don't want me to

The world does.
It covers me up and tucks me in.
It wants me to sleep.

Society hands me the pills.
They fill my mind with
tranquil thoughts.

They want to silence me.
"I need the rest."
Because there's something wrong with me.

I count the sheep
in their cosy barrel.
All it takes is one
and I am gone.

My worries are released
through the holes in me,
in the form of my blood.

Throughout my life they chanted,
"Close your eyes."
But now that I'm sleeping,
they call me weak
for not staying awake.

My necklace

I made myself a necklace
out of twine.
It fits so snugly around
my neck.
My necklace makes me feel
like a chandelier--
so beautiful
as I hang above.

My Relationship with Paper

I like you blank paper,
You're so naive.
I'd like to corrupt you with my words,
I mean, only if that's okay.
I want to paint my masterpiece on you,
but my paint brush looks more like a pencil
and instead of getting paint on my skin,
it's ink.
You're amazing, did you know that?
You've got so many possibilities,
even though you're empty.
It's nice to know that if I make a mistake,
I won't hurt you.
I'll just dust you off and there you go
good as new.
Thanks for being there
when I'm at a loss for words.
You make me realize
what that jumbled mess I call a mind
is trying to say.
And I like that you get discolored and wrinkly as you age,
just like me.
We really are a pair aren't we?