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The Girl Who Stayed Home Jane tries not to remember.  After all, she was only thirteen and much too young, and who could blame her.  In fact most of the time she pretends it was all a dream.

When they appeared in her room that night she told herself that too, that it was only a dream.  But she had never dreamed of beautiful stately women wrapped in golden robes, and never would again.

Their first words were an apology.  "We would never intrude upon you like this, Hara, if it were not the darkest of hours."

And Jane sat against her headboard, trembling, with the texture of the bedsheets clutched tightly in her hands telling h
A Small Silence I have for you the gift of a small silence.
You may fill it how you like
With little dreams
Which plant their seeds without words.

I give to you a tiny peace
Without even my song
With the meaning you will choose.

I give you the gift of an empty hand.
Imagine what it holds
And someday, tell me.
Sleep Perhaps it's the pressing consciousness
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?

Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.

Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.

And the next time you give in
you will wake to someth
Reach Back You reach back for it, that time
he sat there, blank, as you repeated yourself.
There was a crack in the kitchen floor
(It's still there. He isn't.)
And the sun was setting
which should be a metaphor
but all that happened was a dark room
with you two in it.
If you could go back and see
would it still look that way?
Gray with pointless murmurs
and the broken sink giving commas
to the things that you had said before?
If he didn't listen, neither did you.
(You're still there, someone fixed the sink.)
Don't wish you could change it
It's just a moment, like any other.
You went to sleep and woke up
determined and went to sleep aga
Mandrakes From Genesis 30:  14-16

One day during the wheat harvest, Reuben found some mandrakes growing in a field and brought the roots to his mother, Leah. Rachel begged Leah to give some of them to her.

But Leah angrily replied, "Wasn't it enough that you stole my husband? Now will you steal my son's mandrake roots, too?" Rachel said, "I will let him sleep with you tonight in exchange for the mandrake roots."  

So that evening, as Jacob was coming home from the fields, Leah went out to meet him. "You must sleep with me tonight!" she said. "I have paid for you with some mandrake roots my son has found." So Jacob slept with her.
Chances and Bonds Author's Note:  This is a Black Jack/Kiriko slash ficlet I wrote for a LiveJournal community called "slashthedrabble."  I had to keep it at 500 words.  I was hoping someone here might enjoy it.

Please be aware that it contains medical scenes that might be somewhat disturbing.

There is little need for Dr. Kiriko's services here.  Whatever this sickness is, it usually kills too quickly for anyone to beg for death.  Instead they beg for hope, for a cure, but nothing seems to help.  The ill are isolated as soon as the vomiting begins, but still new cases crop up every day.  And the government of this small country is no help, blocking aide and

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Sleep

by *TeaRoses

Perhaps it's the pressing consciousness
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?

Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.

Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.

And the next time you give in
you will wake to something different
a place that's slightly new
and rings with intensity
Perhaps just a little better
than the night's rejected dreams.
:icontearoses:
A little poem I wrote thinking about why I have insomnia. Thank you very much to my friends who did beta work on this for me.

Questions for #theWrittenRevolution

I tried using stanzas which I usually don't, and then I decided they all had to be the same length. What do you think about that, and does the general use of stanzas add to or take away from the poem?

Any of the imagery just doesn't work for you? What does work?

Does there even need to be another written piece about insomnia?

Comment for #theWrittenRevolution [link]

Edit: Wow, a DD! I feel unworthy but very grateful. Thank you!
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~cristinewakesuphappy May 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
i made a humble feature [link] on your poem. i hope you won't mind. thanks. :bow:

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poems by me: :house: [link]
"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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*TeaRoses May 11, 2012
I don't mind at all! I appreciate it and I'm really glad you found my poem inspirational.

--
Du kannst für eine Weile dein Umfeld belügen, Doch dein eigenes Herz wirst du nicht betrügen (You can deceive others around you, but you can't deceive your own heart)

- Bela B., Die Ärzte
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~cristinewakesuphappy May 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
sleep is unforgettable especially the words "the night's rejected dreams". :bow:

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poems by me: :house: [link]
"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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*TeaRoses May 15, 2012
Thank you very much!

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Du kannst für eine Weile dein Umfeld belügen, Doch dein eigenes Herz wirst du nicht betrügen (You can deceive others around you, but you can't deceive your own heart)

- Bela B., Die Ärzte
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`HaveTales-WillTell Mar 3, 2012  Professional Writer
The mind is often at its most wide-awake when the body's at its tiredest.

:thumbsup:8-) Excellent piece. And deserving of the DD feature.

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:| I've tried pursuing happiness. Happiness sought a restraining order.
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*TeaRoses Mar 3, 2012
Isn't that the truth! Thanks very much, and thanks for the fave also.

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Du kannst für eine Weile dein Umfeld belügen, Doch dein eigenes Herz wirst du nicht betrügen (You can deceive others around you, but you can't deceive your own heart)

- Bela B., Die Ärzte
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`HaveTales-WillTell Mar 3, 2012  Professional Writer
My pleasure. :)

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:| I've tried pursuing happiness. Happiness sought a restraining order.
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Mood: Love !ReygarFaust Mar 1, 2012  Professional Photographer
Beautiful work! I love you!

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*TeaRoses Mar 1, 2012
Thank you so much! And thanks for the fave also.

--
Du kannst für eine Weile dein Umfeld belügen, Doch dein eigenes Herz wirst du nicht betrügen (You can deceive others around you, but you can't deceive your own heart)

- Bela B., Die Ärzte
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Mood: dA Love ~cristinewakesuphappy Feb 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
your poem "Sleep" speaks to me, I just had to :+fav: it and think of a comment to express how i feel about it. no wonder, 208 favourites.

i like these lines :

And the next time you give in
you will wake to something different
a place that's slightly new
and rings with intensity
Perhaps just a little better
than the night's rejected dreams.

:dalove: congratulations on your well-deserved DA!

--
poems by me: :house: [link]
"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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Scavenger It took Alan a moment to register that the flash of gray he saw through the trees just after dawn was a person.  There were so few left.

He'd seen a family in an empty town last week, a couple and two children.  They had even shared their scavenged food with him, but he knew he couldn't stay.  Last month he had found three men who had made a fortress out of an old radio tower.  From them he had run; they were angry and had guns.  And there was enough ammunition around to last until someone started making more... or until no one was left to do the shooting.  The latter seemed more likely to Alan but he didn't need to know, he just needed to sScavenger by *TeaRoses
The Girl Who Stayed Home Jane tries not to remember.  After all, she was only thirteen and much too young, and who could blame her.  In fact most of the time she pretends it was all a dream.

When they appeared in her room that night she told herself that too, that it was only a dream.  But she had never dreamed of beautiful stately women wrapped in golden robes, and never would again.

Their first words were an apology.  "We would never intrude upon you like this, Hara, if it were not the darkest of hours."

And Jane sat against her headboard, trembling, with the texture of the bedsheets clutched tightly in her hands telling hThe Girl Who Stayed Home by *TeaRoses
A Small Silence I have for you the gift of a small silence.
You may fill it how you like
With little dreams
Which plant their seeds without words.

I give to you a tiny peace
Without even my song
With the meaning you will choose.

I give you the gift of an empty hand.
Imagine what it holds
And someday, tell me.A Small Silence by *TeaRoses
Sleep Perhaps it's the pressing consciousness
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?

Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.

Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.

And the next time you give in
you will wake to somethSleep by *TeaRoses
Reach Back You reach back for it, that time
he sat there, blank, as you repeated yourself.
There was a crack in the kitchen floor
(It's still there. He isn't.)
And the sun was setting
which should be a metaphor
but all that happened was a dark room
with you two in it.
If you could go back and see
would it still look that way?
Gray with pointless murmurs
and the broken sink giving commas
to the things that you had said before?
If he didn't listen, neither did you.
(You're still there, someone fixed the sink.)
Don't wish you could change it
It's just a moment, like any other.
You went to sleep and woke up
determined and went to sleep agaReach Back by *TeaRoses
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