I never was an early riser.

No, not until I saw the sunrise. The beautiful colours painting the sky, no sunrise is the exact same.

Not until I heard the morning song of the birds in the tree, greeting the day with enthusiasm, energy and joy.

Not until I realised that the early morning is the most peaceful time of all.

Not until I realised the crowing’s of the rooster that began as the dawn ...

She never was an early riser.

Occasionally plagued, and weighed down

By the darkness lurking inside.

The early morning alarm hammered in her head,

Waking her to nothing but dread,

As it rang violently in her ears.

Insomnia had paid a visit again—

Her mind kept awake through the night

By tears,

And the worst kinds of fears.

Here it was, familiar yet consuming,

A darkness all-encompassing, ...

I never was an early riser…

But a midnight insomniac.

Sunrise and I

Have always been

Regrettable strangers.

I miss her

Like a sibling

I never had.

The ghosts of evening cocktails

Gather their vengeful strengths,

Intruding at late hours—

Beating down the door of my brain,

Battering my temples

Like a pair of timpani,

With mallets hard as diamonds.

I wake in the dark to find

Stolen rest,

Dr...

I never was an early riser

But distress does reform everyone

So me, the over analyzer,

Think I might as well become a nun

But before the wedding bells ring

I’ll remember they chime not for me

It’s my fault that my heart does sting

But how could I possibly foresee

How the past would haunt my every day

And he would help construct the future

He was the one that I pushed away

I hit my head at my blata...

I never was an early raiser

But don’t be fooled, still the wiser

Late night keeper of the oil

Night time sounds with late turmoil

What I’d give to fall asleep

Insomnia plagues as eyes weep

Exhaustion overtakes my minds eye

Tears on my pillow as I cry

Wee hours it’s almost dawn

The night goes quickly almost gone

Another morning in which I’ll sleep

Birds chirps through 40 winks

Wake mid morning...

i never was an early riser.

to think i was stronger than light,

more ready for day.

let her rise to the blue dais,

bring you from soft darkness.

wake to a room already warm,

purged of shadows.

to start a morning full of bright,

one must close their eyes

in the dead of night.

in the hall of the moon,

with a crown of stars.

there’s so much to see,

when surrounded by nothing at all....

I never was an early riser,

I tend to stay awake all night,

Creating other worlds,

Better worlds.

Worlds where I could run free with the nymphs

And fly with the fairies.

Worlds where nothing could hurt me.

Sometimes when I slept,

the fairies would visit me in my dreams.

We would laugh and play,

Enjoying our days.

All too soon I would wake,

And my dreams would fade away,

Leaving me alone,...

I was never an early riser

Yet I watched the dawn break that day

Hiking up a mountain

Whose history is as old as time

Whose stories are biblical

Stories of an army lost to themselves

A place where many lives were lost

Juxtaposed with the new beginning of mine

For as the sun creeped up

Over the horizon to announce

The start of day once again

He asked me the question that would

Stay etched in brai...

i never was an early riser

the darkness of night holds a specific comfort

time almost seems to stop

for just one moment

you are completely alone with your real self

free from judgment and stares

free from the locks and torments that is having a conversation

free from the societal standards of a woman in her 20s

and yet hear i am

waking up early to respect my american duty

working two jobs along ...

I never was an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes opened before the sunlight hit my sleepy eyelids

The morning driving to donuts to watch the planes fly high in the sky before the sun came alive

Streams of light spilling across the dashboard into the front seat across your eyes

A smile with teeth but from you that was never a surprise

I was never an early riser, ...