~ The tide goes to the shore,
With each breath you take,
Steady, peaceful sleep.
And I wish I could share it with you.
Alas, I am waltzing with my demons this night.
Your face is so peaceful,
Like the serenity of a summer song.
And well, I am
That ocean that toils and churns,
Never sleeping, ever moving.
And I wonder what dreams you are dreaming,
As I sit here in the candlelight
And watch you sleep. ~
B.J.H. 09-19-2014
Insomnia
Wicked headache
Bitter cold room
Razor-blade breath
Disembodied footsteps
Above my head
Pillows on the floor
Blankets askew
Rocking, rocking
Sleep unattainable.
B.J.H. November 2013
::Drown It::
Seeps into my soul
Eats my self control
Drink to drown it out
Demons scream and shout
Cant run away from this
Feelings never missed
Don’t wanna feel this way
Demons come to play
Cant control my mind
Thought that I was fine
Lost my self control
Drink to save my soul
©05.14.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
My pinball machine brain
is pinging off invisible obstacles
Scoring points that are impossible
And in the chaos
The words that I NEED to write
Are scrambled
Relocating.
Every time the silver ball pings
On invisible obstacles.
How can a writer write
with pinging in the brain
and scrambled words?
B.J.H.
09-22-2013
Time is slowing to a crawl
As my chest sinks
Into the multiple shades
Of a purple carpet
I feel blue, drained
Although I am encased in magick
I have not slept in days
My eyes are purple
Sinking into a blue carpet
In another magick room
If I sleep tonight
The carpets will let me go
BJH
07-20-2013
Dreamscape Poetry 