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When You Are Bothered and Cannot Sleep

For a person to say that he or she has insomnia, the inability to sleep soundly should be habitual or chronic. If it is just one or a few instances of not being able to sleep, then it may not be insomnia. In such a case, you need to find out what is bothering you and causing your unsleepiness.

Here is a poem written on the 28th of August year 2002. Read and learn why some people find it hard to sleep - and it is not about insomnia.

Social Insomnia


I am bothered

The dog barks unstoppably;

My head lies on the pillow

But my thoughts are wide awake

Its barkings sound like cries for succor

Wanting to be free from the chains

That grip its neck.



It expects its master's coming

In the hope that he will set it free

From that which binds its will

Yet, throughout the night

Exhaustion has embraced its throat

Its weightless sounds are null

And my thoughts have taken them in sleep.



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Causes of Social Insomnia c/o johnhain / Pixabay
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What is Character?

Would it be proper to assume that, when talking about the definition of character, you are familiar with the saying...

"Character is your personality when no one is around to look at you,"

...or something along those lines?

Well, if you are not yet aware of it, I guess I have given you a (free) service. Now you are aware! Indeed, character is the real you; it is beyond reputation, because reputation is just the perception of people towards you. It is up to you, then, which between the two is more important. What is it that you care for the most, your character or your reputation?

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Talking about what character is, here is a poem I scribbled circa September, 2002. Enjoy the read, and please do make your comments about it in the comment section below.

It is something I see but do not perceive,
Yet it can be perceived but cannot be seen.
All things shall pass; only this will remain,
My thoughts are a part of this special domain.

Yours and mine are often compared,
Yet those who compare are not even fair.
For they too are judged just like we are,
Their actions will speak for them however far.

Darkness will conceal but light will reveal,
It is you when people’s eyes are not on a deal.
Truth has its way of showing Herself out,
You will be judged as soon as She gets a mouth.

Conscience tells us the wrong from the right,
Erroneous it may seem yet it has its own might.
We may conceal it by acting out a lie,
But karma has the wit of making deceit die.

Though by death it looks like it is the end,
Those alive will recall your memory from grave's bend.
Your sins and blessedness – whatever they might say,
The future of your soul is what you do today.



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Is Your Shadow the Real You? c/o OpenClipart-Vectors / Pixabay
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What Do You Do When You Are Tired?

How do you define rest? How do you define tiredness? Are they contrasting words? Surely you know that the former is the antidote to the latter.

If you are asked to choose between those 2, I bet you would choose rest. The thing is, rest is not useful (it may not even exist) if there is no tiredness. Otherwise, if you just rest all the time without any speck of feeling tired, then you may just qualify to be a disciple of the Master Procrastinator.

From my archived notebooks long hidden deep inside web infested drawers, here is a poem about tiredness I wrote 23rd of August in the year 2002.

Tired Kid

I am tired
Tired from work, tired from school.

My head is exhausted from thinking
My hands are crippled from crunching
And they can no longer stretch.

The nerves tingle with fatigue
My eyes are sunken from looking up
No response... No response...
But hope pervades my heart.

Does His Presence invigorate me?
Testimonies of His Mercy
Abound in my memory
That's what makes me going
And what makes me living.




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Tired Kid c/o Unsplash / Pixabay
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The Last Turn of the Century – A Celebration Gone Wrong

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Writing on behalf of my generation, I raise my pen and think of words that will best describe what is going on. I think not for my own sake, but for what accounts on the welfare of many. It may not be popular as it is, but I deem it right for everyone to read what I am about to convey. Let the world stop and reflect on the events of our age.

More than a decade ago, we have celebrated the dawning of a new millennium. The citizens of Planet Earth were jubilant, ecstatic, but most of all – hopeful. The celebration was in unison regardless of culture, country, hemisphere, and timezone – as if all the nations have finally united and human beings were no longer alien to each other. The media (print, radio, television, and the Internet) ostentatiously covered the gracious occasion, truly proving its power to bring people closer in spite of the spatial and temporal boundaries that existed.

The world was hopeful that after enduring many wars and revolutions, pestilence and famine, devastation and calamities throughout human existence, we have finally learned to value each other in order for us to survive and live as one citizenry of this planet. It appeared that we have learned from the mistakes of past generations and that we would resolve to avoid them once and for all.

It Was Just a Party


Many years have passed since the celebration, and now, we endure another war – one that involves both violence and hi-tech propaganda. Suffering and bloodshed have taken a new form. The roots of this evil is just the same as all those that were done throughout history – racial and religious hate and apathy.

Instead of trying to get rid of poverty, look for cure to terminal diseases, and find ways to ensure equity and sustainability of the Earth's goods, not a few people have chosen to do more damage than remedy. They have given in to apathy and hate. Or are they victims of apathy and hate that they (wrongly) responded with the same?

Whatever the reason, violent aggression can never do anything good. It will only lead to more suffering and hatred. Unless kindness and compassion would come in, this cycle of violence will never stop.

Our World's Star Wars Episode IV


Stop Wars

The world has forgotten the New Hope which was ushered in by the new millennium. Yet, it is hope that keeps our hearts burning with aspiration – the desire for something good and better amidst all that is bad and worse.

Should you keep on hoping? A hope that will develop into zeal, and zeal which will lead you to commitment – the commitment that will bring you to the realization of your hope. Let justice and peace reign in this world.



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Y2K or Year 2000 By The President's Council on the Year 2000 Conversion (http://www.Y2K.gov/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Stop Wars - A New Hope c/o geralt / Pixabay
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The Hall

Except for those who major in literature and language, I am inclined to believe that very few people in this modern age have a passion for reading poetry. But what the heck! For no better reason than to share something from my archived notebooks which contain some poems, proses, and essays, here is a poem (if you can call it a poem) I wrote dated August 30, 2002 and entitled as "The Hall."

The Hall

The darkness envelops the hall
Though there are windows on the walls
That emit a certain spark.

Below, chairs abound with people
Yet some are empty and dull
While no one speaks in front,
Silence is not resident.

Noises echo around
But they remain murmurs from behind
The wall listens yet no one understands.


So how do you find it? What is its literal meaning? What does it say about human behavior? How does it relate to you? Your interpretations and comments are all welcomed below.

Literature is a tool that has the power to bring out inspiring stories from any of life's miseries (which is this website's mission). So whether prose, essay, or poem, SDR will use the potency of the written word to accomplish this mission. Expect that from time to time, you will see poems of such nature being published here in Scroll Down and Read.



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The Hall c/o Pexels
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