Empty Nights

Wishing for bed, yet afraid of the night

Enjoying the peace, but leave on the light

Eyes are heavy and sleep is near 

This brings with it endless fear

Eventually tiredness takes what it can

I fall into dreams of far away lands

Without control my mind plays free

Leaving my conscious painful debris

Nightmares aren't always ghouls and ghosts

I wish it was these that I dread the most. 

It's just a Game

Hello, been keeping myself so busy lately I haven't really had time to write, but the last few nights I have not been sleeping well so I thought this might help me tonight, get a few creative words out before bed. This poem does have personal significance to me, it is not one of my best but I hope it's enjoyed.

It's just a Game

Emotions play by their own rules

Controlling me, it feels so cruel

Knowing my personality at length

Using my weaknesses and strengths

Like a puppet I smile and sing

Until they pull upon my string

Then its up to them to choose

Whether I'm happy or have the blues

One day slides into the next

They decide I am feeling stressed

Late at night trying to sleep

Into my dreams, sad thoughts creep

When they allow excitement to appear

Its usually followed by nerves and fear

You know that we are just their fools

When Emotions play by their own rules

Bed Space

Short and sweet tonight. Been so busy at this summer job but tonight I'm emotional so needed to write. I think a few Russian EF students are following my blog, hi if you are, I hope you got home safely. The poem tonight is very short but reflects my mood.

The space next to me is empty and cold

I don't like sleeping on my own 

When you are missing from my bed

I wonder where you sleep instead. 

Together at night is how it should be

With your arms wrapped around me

Legs entwined, head on chest

This is how I always sleep best.