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Just the musings of someone who can't get sleep due to regretful dreams. The past is the one anchor we never want to let go of, and often this very anchor is what prevents us from sailing forward.
By Snow Van Pelt
Memories are held in the oddest places. My bed is one of those that aren't odd, but aren't thought about often.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 6, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
By Larry Gravy
Sometimes, I can't sleep.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I haven't slept for more than three hours since I was six, the voices in my head never shut up, and my 'imaginary' friend Valentine's soul mission is to drive me insane to the point where I commit suicide. Welcome to my mind, which is no easier to read than a sign written in ancient gibberish....
By Sally Myth
Insomnia from the perspective of a depressed person.
Twice in day! Insomnia seems to allow me to write more.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An elderly man has sleeping problems, but it only gets worse from here.
Short Story | Updated Oct 23, 2013 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Erich Jablo
My writing teacher asked us to write something about when we can't sleep. I have insomnia, so the rest came naturally.
Poetry | Updated Oct 8, 2013 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Kalaide Cades
A schizo poem about an attempt to sleep.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Nova Bell
Marty has trouble sleeping. He's getting sicker and sicker, losing his hair and his health, and doesn't know why. There's also the matter of a quiet voice that keeps waking him up.
Short Story | Updated Aug 20, 2013 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
A short piece of prose about an underestimated affliction; Insomnia.
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 16, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is why i haven't written in a while. It made me feel better to release it. I hope you all can understand why. This is about loss. It is my own memories. If you read it, thank you.
It's 1963, mental institute, following a diary of one night in there, sociopath. Viewer discretion advised.