Sun Sun filters in Forming a rectangular shape Penetrating my safe enclosure Reminding me The outside world still exists If only I could harness it to power my body To get out of bed Now that’s solar power!
The Night I don’t want this night to end Floating in oblivion I want night to last forever Why must we wake up? It’s as if the night is there just to tease us Only a short reprieve from torturous day Dreams blind us from what awaits when we wake I want this night to stay and comfort me in its eternal blackness The sun’s beams like a monster peeking from behind the closet door Spend day waiting for night’s warm embrace Bringing comfort and protection from all that exists Anonymity at last But don’t let it fool you Night is day disguised Unveiling its true identity come dusk Falling asleep into an inviting void A dimension beyond our four Together we go interstellar The night doesn’t care about your successes or failures Good night Sleep tight
Deadline I’m not tired but I’m not awake I close my eyes wanting to shut out everything and focus But I fall asleep once again behind schedule Day's gone When I’m asleep deadline's drift away like sand in an ocean breeze Pray I don't wake up, to stay in limbo Awoken again by the greed of day I feel the instant deadline of life waiting
The Shark by Cameron Brtnik (a scary bedtime story for kids) There once was a boy named Mark And he was afraid of the dark Every time that he tried to sleep He imagined being chased by a shark His mother tried to comfort her son When he screamed her name out in the night She told her poor boy to calm down As he stared at the darkness with fright Eventually he calmed down As she gently put him back to bed But as soon as Mark went back to dreaming They once again filled him with dread So his mom took him to see a doctor She’d try anything at this point to help Just at the mention of the word shark Mark would jump in the air and he’d yelp The doctor prescribed medication That would cause Mark to have a deep sleep She gave him two pills before bedtime So instead of a shark he'd count sheep The pills worked! Yes they worked like a charm Mark finally slumped on his back His mother was happy and went to her bed While Mark in his dream was attacked See those pills, well they put Mark to sleep But they worked just a little too well Poor Mark was still having his nightmare It was like he was under a spell In his dream he saw sharks in the water Surrounding him, and he could feel If he didn't wake up from this nightmare He would be the shark's next toothsome meal Pinching himself didn't work now His body was limp as a worm As much as he tried to snap out of his daze Mark's body would barely just squirm Mark prayed to God he would survive this And somehow wake up from this 'mare By try as he might try to struggle and fight Nobody could hear poor Mark's prayer The big shark attacked and it bit him And the pain seemed as real as life When his mother found him the kitchen Mark was standing there holding a knife But she couldn't seem to awake him Then she suddenly started to scream Cause to his mom's horror he fell to the floor And Mark never woke up from his dream The End....Sweet dreams! PS. The Shark you ask? He still roams children’s nightmares He lurks deep in the murky blue He's always ready and waiting For the next child that sleeps might be you! Cameron is a poet, fiction writer and children's author, and is scared of swimming in the ocean to this day
Upfront Reviews – April 2 is International Pillow Fight Day!
written by Cameron Brtnik For Taipei Trends
WHAT DO feathers, linen, and all-out-war have in common? Pillow fights of course!!! And yesterday, media entertainment group Taipei Trends proved that wars don’t have to be bloody but rather benevolent, and fought with feathers rather than bullets…This was “history in the waking.”
On this warm April day in Taipei, about 500 warriors, spectators, and curious onlookers gathered in the improvised arena on the grounds of Taipei’s historical Chiang Kai Shek Memorial Hall, a national landmark and tourist attraction in Taiwan. There were attendees of all ages (even some brave kids!) and nationalities, making this a monumental event that brought together the diverse melting pot that is Taipei’s multicultural charm.
Gladiators donned their fluffiest weapons: pillows of all shapes, sizes, and colors stuffed with the most comfortable of fabrics from foam to feathers, fleece, fluff and faux-furs. Hundreds waited in anticipation, hungry for the taste of fowl, and the chance to pummel their opponents into a feathery pulp. At the sound of “Go!”, chaos erupted as hundreds of what looked like escaped insane asylum patients raced towards each other in some sort of narcoleptic nightmare; thousands of birds flocking towards each other on a collision course. It was “every man for himself”, and even women and children weren’t safe….
In the end, there were no casualties, except for the remains of some massacred cushions… As for me, my futile weapon met its end committing pillow-cide as it exploded upon some unsuspecting victim’s noodle. The remainder of my time spent gathering the innards of a once-cushiony sack of cotton…a tragic end, but it must know it gave its life for a higher cause, say then a comfortable night’s sleep: It contributed to bringing hundreds of strangers together on a warm, spring day in Taipei. And, in “wake” of the “Battle of Bed-lam,” for those brave warriors who are still standing, if you are feeling “down” and need a “doze off shut-eye,” “rest assured” you can get some well-deserved sleep tonight – Sweet dreams.
See photos from the event here: https://www.facebook.com/events/624185041062561/
Apple Daily News: http://m.appledaily.com.tw/realtimenews/article/life/20160402/830526/
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Cameron is a freelance writer living in Taipei, Taiwan cbrtnik.com