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    dots Submission Name: A Shaking Beddots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 96
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Magnicat was right. I did work the hats on my bedposts into a poem. I'm this tired, really. I don't think I've ever been this sleepy. I wish I could will myself into a temporary coma sometimes.

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    dotsA Shaking Beddots

    Even the dirt, sweat, and oil upon my flesh oppress me.
    My bones are like pipe cleaners;
    I walk like I'm dragging chains.
    Tiny Christmas lights pierce my pupils;
    I hear the ashes fall from your cigarette
    as loudly as an avalanche.
    I droop into bed
    at the pitiful nexus
    of open and closed-eyed dreams,
    my heart racing,
    shaking the hats atop the bedposts.
    I'll stay with my mind in fifth gear
    until I burst into a paroxysm of slumber
    or get up and dust my bookshelves
    until the next day
    bludgeons my battered mind.

    Submitted on 2004-11-21 09:56:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Since your comment type is unspecified, I'm going to bash this; I only bash the ones I like.
    "I walk like I'm dragging chains" isn't the clearest image of how one would walk and it's so Charles Dickons.
    "I hear the ashes fall from your cigarette" Brilliant, but I think ash would read better.
    "As loudly as an avalanche" the avalanche of sound is a bit tired image despite the assonance. I just looked that one up, I figure I applied to me because i'm an ass.

    Tiny Christmas lights pierce my pupils I love the illiteration and metaphor. Piercing is so perfect.
    I droop into bed" almost comical
    Of open and closed-eyed dreams" clever
    Shaking the hats atop the bedposts" clear image
    I'll stay with my mind in fifth gear. Gear= cog as in cognition a bit tired image, but still clever

    Even the dirt, sweat, and oil upon my flesh oppress me
    My bones are like pipe cleaners
    I loved these lines most of all. bone like pipe cleaners is perhaps on of the most original similies I've read on this sight. Bravo.
    So yeah I love this. peace
    | Posted on 2004-12-07 00:00:00 | by shaman | [ Reply to This ]
      I wish I could lend you some of my 'sleeping power'... I literally sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow and it doesn't matter how many times I am disturbed throughout the night... I go right back to sleep. I feel very fortunate... just reading your poem made my eyes water... can't imagine what it must feel like. As usual, brilliant writing!
    | Posted on 2004-11-22 00:00:00 | by Beulah | [ Reply to This ]
      what really sucks is when you know you have to sleep early for tomorrow's agendas but no matter how you squirm... doesn't really help... and if you stay still... everything get's irritating (matt murdock syndrome) to the point that you'd want to smother yourself.

    good job
    | Posted on 2004-11-22 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      you've got really good images here. "I hear the ashes fall from your cigarette" is already enough, but you top it with "As loudly as an avalanche". well done. and I like the hats on the bedposts. but it sounds so depressing and desperate. hope you can sleep by now. good night.
    | Posted on 2004-11-22 00:00:00 | by eve1684 | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow, I hope you're sleeping right now. My first concern is for you health because this is so eerily true to life. "mind in fifth gear" reminds of my own insomnia, reading this makes me hungry for sleep. I love the images in this, "hear cigarette ashes fall like an avalanche", "open and closed eye dreams", "until the next day bludgeons my battered mind". Actually everything here is great poetically, but I have mixed feelings because it's you who's suffering. Hugs, nan
    | Posted on 2004-11-22 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      I'm going through it so badly right now. I never sleep much, but it's worse than ever lately. "My legs are like pipecleaners" Does this describe the weak feeling in your legs when you're suffering from gross sleep deprivation or is it a metaphor for something I'm missing? This line intrigues me. I literally feel it in my legs when it gets this bad.

    I droop into bed/At the pitiful nexus/Of open and closed-eyed dreams is so relevant to me,except that I rarely actually make it to bed. That is too much of a commitment to me. The couch will have to do. But those open and close-eyed dreams are killer, never quite knowing if it's dreaming or imagining, if you've slept or not. Great work again.

    I was just about to try and lay down and had to check and see if you had posted anything. So weird that it turns out to be something I can relate to so strongly.
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by deadndreaming | [ Reply to This ]
      awsome! I've experianced insomnia in my past and this seems to describe the feelings of hopless fatuige perfectly. I love your descriptions 'bones are like pipe cleaners
    I walk like I'm dragging chainsI'll stay with my mind in fifth gear
    Until I burst into a paroxysm of slumber
    Or get up and dust my bookshelves'

    It's old feelings expressed in new ways, and what more should poetry be? thank you for sharing
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by cainboy | [ Reply to This ]
      If this was by anyone else, I'd think it merely genius; every line is wonderful. As it's by you, it also hurts that I can't help. One of your best. @;{-
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by buttsee | [ Reply to This ]
      i meant to say i can HEAR your craziness here... i'm still not quite awake this morning, so you'll have to excuse me! now i have to write until this damn thing'll let me go!
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      i could your craziness here for lack of sleep. i have been there before. when you spoke of your mind in fifth gear until you burst into a paroxysm of slumber, i thought of the scenes in Back to the Future when he takes the car up to 80+ per hour and then blasts into the future! i hope that you can get some sleep. sounds like you are being tormented by a sleepless demon! get behind thee!
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey there. Ah the joyous writings of the sleep deprived. I've been there. Too many times I must say.

    The poem was good as always.

    Much love to ya.
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by Juliets_dagger | [ Reply to This ]
      is this poem about not getting enough sleep that:

    "[you] walk like [you're] dragging chains,
    Tiny Christmas lights pierce my pupils" , and

    "[you] hear the ashes fall from [someone's] cigarette
    As loudly as an avalanche" and so on...? Because if it is, well... as the other reviewers here say it has that 'depressing' tone to it... and it sets the mood... so it was very relatable
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by MzJae | [ Reply to This ]
      yeah i think i'm agreeing with learah...this piece sounds rather depressing...sounds like you gave up on being happy...so your excepting the everyday gloom...but i like the lines in this write they are quite orignal ...and cuddle creative...and i really like the thought of the cigarette ash making noise as it drops...and the line of the open and closed eyed dreams...thats awesome...purp
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by purplesun24 | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh gods that is so depressing. That is like someone picked up wednesday addams and squeezed poetry out of her. I got my first real taste of the gloom in this with
    "I walk like I'm dragging chains
    Tiny Christmas lights pierce my pupils".
    You sound like a zombie. And the hole poem has a really grey, heavy tone and it is depressing as hell.
    "Or get up and dust my bookshelves
    Until the next day
    Bludgeons my battered mind" Bloody hell, like that's no life for anyone. It sounds like a wraith. Cheer up... that might never happen.
    | Posted on 2004-11-21 00:00:00 | by Learah | [ Reply to This ]
      everyone seems so depressed by this poem! i rather like it...oh god am i depressed? oh hang on, wait a minute, if i really was i'd be writing poetry for the 'depressed' section. fortunately i haven't stooped that low yet, and neither did you with this one. i really like what you do! ellisa :) x
    | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by ellisa | [ Reply to This ]

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