Dysania

It’s Morning, the sun’s out
The sleep? Nothing to brag about
Every living thing was up
An important day? A special event?
Still in bed I lay, mood descent

Birds happy go lucky, singing for dawn
Not enough energy to become corporate pawns
Better to roll over and call it a day
“what if it’s productive?” my heart would say
“What if it’s not?” My mind would portray
Then you will regret that first step
After all we are not meant for the morning

Demotivated energy weighs the body
Uninterested hobbies
This was supposed to be a prose
“How did it become a poem?” Who knows

It could be we are stressed
Could be tiredness
After insomnia
Dysania

 

Written: September 18, 2017 by Malicool Whitby

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Cathect

Cathect (V.)

Emotions stitched in each word written

You read it, feelings smitten

Now we are deep within, Love fit in

Passion then follows, reality hits in

Moving forward with haste, Life quickens

 

Can I fill the space beside you?

The Longing Company

You are chaos waiting to happen

I, a mere witness to your enlightened dreams

 

Your blood and sweat stains your achievements,

The smell of perspiration emits from your fulfilled dreams.

-MaliCool

Chimerical

the ballad of the mindI hear them reasoning, conspiring ideas mumbling
I hear them calling me into the meeting,
The Mc in charge of greeting.
Putting them to rest not to be late for my date with sleeping.

They can’t be ignored, the head is displeased
Exploring random matters, having calculated random chatters
The flow is a mess,
house under stress.

An unlikely story, who would believe?
A world created by an unchecked imagination
Unrecognizable thoughts flood the world
Highly unrealistic,
Knowing that this episode is improbable,
Yet I follow the same road, differentiation becomes unable.

I have entered a different plane of existence
A widen views, along with a growing mind
No longer can be contain by this closed space
Universal expansion
Wisdom, A visionary.