Stay Awake

Stay Awake

A Poem by Kiara

Sometimes in class I hear a whisper.
A call reaches out to me.
A longing so deep and desired
That no one could ever resist.
Come, come
Be warm and calm.
Let your mind roam
And be free.
This is so much better than that.
Don't listen to what she is saying.
I try to snap out of my trance
But soon it has me locked away.
I've wanted this so much all day.
The singing brings me to a place of peace,
A place of sweet serenity.
I need not relax, for sleep will come.
Sleep will come
Even when you wished it hadn't;
Even when you fight against it.

© 2012 Kiara


Author's Note

Kiara
This is basically spanish class every day :) :P

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I have only slept about 2-4 hours a night since I was about 5. Night terrors were the cause for most of it. I wish they were my simple nightmares instead because they are much easier to get over and don't leave you feeling hunted throughout the course of the day the next day! : ) I brought a machete' to school to protect myself and hid it in the ceiling of one of the bathrooms away from where the outside wall would be in case the school did repairs, and it was put up there with gloves. Being bullied doesn't even touch the surface of what I went through in school. I didn't eat lunch in the cafeteria or anywhere in the school from about 7th grade until I had to sign out of High school!! So, I would bring my plad coat and sit in my desk falling asleep with my collar up. I dreamed, naturally, of being in much more calmer places and warmer beaches than the streets of pavement and brick.... I really Love how all of your poems are like these quiet and subtle conversations I am having with you... If you wrote like this on a consistent basis and never ran out of them, I could do this forever with you, Taylor. Thank You for sharing this and these poems with me!! ....seriously and sincerely. : ) xxoo -Your Mark




Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I have only slept about 2-4 hours a night since I was about 5. Night terrors were the cause for most of it. I wish they were my simple nightmares instead because they are much easier to get over and don't leave you feeling hunted throughout the course of the day the next day! : ) I brought a machete' to school to protect myself and hid it in the ceiling of one of the bathrooms away from where the outside wall would be in case the school did repairs, and it was put up there with gloves. Being bullied doesn't even touch the surface of what I went through in school. I didn't eat lunch in the cafeteria or anywhere in the school from about 7th grade until I had to sign out of High school!! So, I would bring my plad coat and sit in my desk falling asleep with my collar up. I dreamed, naturally, of being in much more calmer places and warmer beaches than the streets of pavement and brick.... I really Love how all of your poems are like these quiet and subtle conversations I am having with you... If you wrote like this on a consistent basis and never ran out of them, I could do this forever with you, Taylor. Thank You for sharing this and these poems with me!! ....seriously and sincerely. : ) xxoo -Your Mark




Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very nicely done and expressed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

haha, did you just come up with this in class today?

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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My name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..

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