Go to Sleep

Go to sleep


You are weakened

from the week and

you feel like you are in need of

a whole weekend

of good treatment

or just taking the whole week off!

your achievement

for the evening

is that now you can just dream of

anything that

you believe in

close your eyes and try to think of

an appeasing

memory and

that's the best therapy!


Don't count sheep,

just go to sleep

and dream of life how it should be

with your eyes closed

 you can see

anything easily!



When I close my eyes

I see to my surprise

the mind behind my blindness!

Where I can find good guidance!

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I want you for sex

I want your mind

I want to know your kids

I love the tats

“That put you to sleep”)



Written on 

October 1, 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Well, this was another one that it didnt work with.

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suddenly you're this person, this 'adult'

and suddenly you're talking to younger persons

the way you remember grown-ups

talking to you when you were a kid

and it's all happening so fast

and it's all so scary and unknown


and suddenly you feel proud about your job

(even though it's nothing like you ever imagined)

even though the unfulfilled dreams of

what you originally 'wanted' to do

is all that fills your sleepy head at night

and sometimes you have nightmares

about never doing anything good

or artistic or honest

but they leave your mind as soon as you wake up


and sometimes suddenly you wonder what you're doing here

why are you setting an alarm

why are you checking your email

why are you dressing up for that meeting

why are you mixing too much sugar into your coffee


this isn't 'it'

this isn't anything


sometimes suddenly you remember those nightmares

sometimes all the caffiene you consume leaves you nauseous

sometimes you get sad and it makes no sense

to anyone else but you


and you want to run

and maybe hide

mostly just so the nightmares will stop

but also because you know you have

something to contribute

but you just

don't know what it is yet

A Lesser Extreme




The brittle bristles 

On her scrubbing brush 

Are cracked and worn,

Her polishing cloth frayed,

And in between

Each piece of silver she shines,

Blossoms a dream

From the musty cellars

Of million dollar mansions.


Dusting off family portraits

Framed in 24 karat carvings,

She wonders about a friend

That was lost in her long days,

Ended in between pages 

Of the romance novels

Read but never lived,

Felt but never touched.


Across the room

An envelope leans against 

A hand painted china doll,

Inscribed with her name,

Inside it, a worthy note 

To satisfy a hard day's work,

But that is not why she comes.


As she locks the door,

And sets the alarm,

Her cellphone rings,

And she hears the same sound

She has heard every night for 27 years,

The voice of he, whom she will never meet.


With a soulful smile,

She perches herself regently

On the ripped vinyl seat of the cab.

She nods to the cabby peering into the rear view mirror.

She powders her nose.


Another day,

Another cab ride,

Another walk up the stairs

To her one bedroom flat.


She drops a shiny quarter 

In the rusted can of the man sitting 

On the stoop next to a sign that reads "will live for nothing".


She runs fresh water over her houseplants,

Eats, showers, and reads.


And says good morning to the night.






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Who Am I?

I am a shadow, long gone
I am forgotten, disappointments spawn
I am the weeping, in nights silent hour
From society, who savors the sour
I am the dark, stuck within my fears
I am denied, to them and all who hears
I was a dreamer, now hiding within my sleep
From the all of the promises that I can not keep
I am a shadow, long gone

I loved, and I loved you well.
Even after you challenge me hell
I remember, she parted us, you and I
She kissed your cracks, promising you lies
She left you broken, by the dead
But me, I wanted you by my side, to cherish instead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An old class assignment I digged up.

It was supposed to be more simple and straightforward.

But I remember, I couldn't help myself from twisting it up


Which results with this


I Walk An Endless Road

I walk endless an road

locked into a heavy load

Of these questions and fears

Gripping from it's unreasonable tears


As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another day

As I wake up to the sun's harsh light


I try not to look back

As I attempt to fill this crack

Of this hurt and wonder

Unstoppable, a storm of rain and thunder


As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another night

As I stay up to the moon's hypnotic might

I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light



I fear the demons
rising from my body
at midnight crowding
the mind and leading the soul
to deeper darkness 

Sleeps the night with
desires wrapped in blanket  —
spring in the eyes
gods couldn't change the rhythm
of the body and its needs 

Awake in dream time
he looks for the candle —
love's invitation
lighting up in the dark
and sings the body's song 

The night queen fragrance
seeps in through the window
coupled with full moon
adds to my delight though I'm
alone in my bed tonight 

The sleep is buried
in sex for diversion
yoga or prayers:
the dawn preserves bitter eyes
in the day's bleak passage 

An insomniac
weak with desires and prayers
hears the heartbeats
rising fast with dark hours
survives one more nightmare



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After a Dream


It was the last day of autumn. The first snowflakes started to fall. Winter was just around the corner. It was about to start. One little bear was really happy playing outside when his mommy came and said “It’s time to go to bed honey”. The little bear didn’t want to sleep for so long, he still wanted to play. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep. “Why do we have to sleep for three months? Why do we have to sleep for so long?” His mother, in order to make her little bear going to bed decided to answer her son’s questions with a story. “Let me explain” she said. “In the beginning there was nothing alive but plants. They were the only living things in the world. The Earth was full of lakes, rivers, seas, rocks, mountains, deserts but none of them were alive. Only plants were alive. There were all kind of plants, flowers and trees but all of them felt really sad. Their sorrow was because they couldn’t share the oxygen and the fruits they produced. The trees had a fantastic idea. It was creating other living things that needed their oxygen to breath and their fruits to eat so they were able to share them. They created a lot of living things so they needed to establish some rules. In order to keep a balance and to prevent their fruits from finishing, they sent us to sleep on winter.” The little bear understood and without complaining he went to sleep. He was kind of tired after all. He fell asleep immediately. Three months passed and it was time to go outside of the cave. He had a nice dream but it was time to go back to reality. The little bear couldn’t wait one more second to go and play outside. Also he was pretty hungry. He wanted to eat his favorite berries. His mother hasn’t woken up yet and he wanted to let her sleep so he went out by himself only to discover a big surprise. What he saw was astonishing. It was a horrible picture. Everything was devastated. There was nothing but a dying burned tree on a destroyed land. The little bear went with the tree to ask him what happened. With his last breath, the tree told the little bear “We should have sent them to sleep instead of you”







José Antonio Rebolledo

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