Sleep Poems

I gave an example of a sleep poem the other day on Facebook because. I figureI'd keep a running sleep poem and share it on. I feel like it's long enough now to share.

Oh yeah, and I wrote this description while falling asleep too (I'm about to go get some coffee and do some cleaning). The process is simple but you have to be tired (really tired) for it to work...

Step 1: Get tired (easy)
Step 2: Allow yourself to drift (easy)
Step 3: Start writing (easy)
Step 4: Fall asleep while writing (not as easy)

If you wake up, go back to sleep, but keep writing as you drift off. I used to do this inadvertently during boring lecture classes at ULL, with some hilarious results (I'm sure you've done it too). I've gotten to the point now where I can pretty much type while sleeping, and although there were a lot more mistakes than what's listed here, Blogger has autocorrect (which is in itself interesting).

I'd recommend it tonight. I've started a strange sort of dream journal that I only write (type on my phone) while I'm falling asleep. I think I'll also intersperse actual dream entries into the journal for added effect.

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Sleepwriting #1

Stoppd the round
After a little bit of time
There could have been a better
batman
Hammer down on my head fists wall
Juggalo
flxonle

Sleepwriting #2

writing while you fall asleep
even the idea of getting caught
thinking deeply
get something new every day
it mskes more sense than the other way
writing a poem like licking a rainbow
thinking about what would happen
getting drunky
your supposed to go the only reason
eating the wrong earth
these french people keep talking
for some reason I keep thinking carrot
then you just keep writing
and see what comes from it
I can't hear a goddamn thing anymore shit
look at that hose alert confounded
fights like monster fish

Sleepwriting #3

drifitng dritf
finally found some
 ,where lights go and stoop at the north
finding diamionds
I can;t stop thinking about jesus
wheres the pink pin cushoon now? muy hands are all blurry I get it
doesn't forget like you try to so I won't
that big man on caampus
after af ew
smels like a cheesex sandwich only fucking pisschreese.
hahass  I'm sdorry I didn't mean to intrude
rememories
lurk cnap in bye I'm almost there
wheats the thing now with you know
sunshine every day everyd ay
but to say hi
i like being told hi all the time its great
you told me that time you got your finger jammed
no faces rven come close
I gave tgen 2 weeks to show up and I noticed
its a beak in her
sarah bootycap listne to the raido
right on no time nothing time nada
he's getting a beating ok sorry can't say who
he needs to leaven here heaven
I love this shit I can do
I don't like microphones either
sombody's getting all wrapped up in doorclothes
urgently take another shot we're fooled again
you didn't get to hear this last time