1/14/12

Alarm clock: My bane
By Jeremy Jones


Sleep, I beg you, come swift. When you take me away from this world, I am with her. She is mine again, and I am hers. We are husband and wife, best friends, soul mates, each others reason to live. In my dreams. I never want to wake, never want to be ripped from her arms. The early morning alarm breaks my heart every time when I realize she isn’t with me. When I realize she can’t be with me, I want to die. It hurts every time I have to rise from my bed, the bed I used to share with her. It seems like a life time ago since I had her last and I fear the sun rising. Sleep you gentle goddess, please take me with you and grant me my one wish: her; my dream girl.


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I am 25 and a new writer that has been published once. I like to write prose poetry and flash fiction. Most of my work borders ultra-violence or simply very dark, almost horrific and sappy love poems that stem from my life, love, and family.