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Insomnia

Would you excuse me if i just wrote?
I feel the urge to pen, to write long into
The morning hours where bleary eyes will be
Met with the rising sun and bloodshot eyes will
Fixate, madly, on a world waking up and yet still,
Oh so asleep.

It's, sort of a, how do you say it? Release,
I guess that could be chosen as a fitting term,
To write, to...to...liberate the soul of it's shackles,
And there have been far too many as of late to bear
The weight of upon these frail little shoulders of mine,
Coffee's running low.

Ah the first chirping birds of the day,
How simple a life to enjoy, bouncing from perch
To perch, place to place, a tedious lifestyle to those
Who endure it on a daily basis but it does cause one to
Wonder, can a life without care, really be so bad?
The dregs of the cup.

I lit a candle you know, it's true,
When i first started penning, scratching at
The paper in the early hours of the morning searching
For a prize unknown, or maybe it is, the subconscious
Is a secretive and mysterious counterpart of man and mankind.
And yet the mind's abuzz.

I think, maybe, just maybe I could rest,
I've quietened the beasts that roared inside my
Head, desperate for anyone to listen to their cries
Unintelligible as they may be, and make sense of them,
Make sense for them, make sense of it all and clarity befriend,
Oh so awake.

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  • Gigglegasm gold member
    January 28

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    Wow! This is brilliant Phil. Just brilliant.
    I love the train of thought, how you mention the coffee, move on and go back again.


  • Writeous
    January 27

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    It's, sort of a, how do you say it? Release,
    I guess that could be chosen as a fitting term,
    To write, to...to...liberate the soul of it's shackles,
    And there have been far too many as of late to bear
    The weight of upon these frail little shoulders of mine,
    Coffee's running low.


    this part is so true and rhythmically rolls off the tongue...beautiful wait to try to explain the lover of the pen


  • bobanonymous gold member
    January 2
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    Keep up the work!


  • Himmel.Kinder
    December 5, 2008

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    This is simply spectacular! Very austere in nature but this captivates the reader! Keep up the amazing work!


  • stella187
    December 1, 2008
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    Your work is brilliant. Do you know that.

    And oh God! I know that feeling.

    Jenny


  • lianonsidhe silver member
    November 13, 2008

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    Another superb poem. I love your narrative/story telling/ conversation style it just draws me in.


  • Salt Therapy
    November 11, 2008

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    Ohhhh I love this.

    "Oh so asleep."

    then later

    "Oh so awake."

    wow. your words always move me in a way I can't describe. ^_^ ~ Kerri


  • Boxingboy
    November 4, 2008

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    wow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    that amazing

    O.O* wow okay that there is the second best poem i have ever read

    wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***


  • February Moon gold member
    October 28, 2008
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    This is really well done Phil.


  • suseann
    October 28, 2008

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    Awh yes,I know the poet's beast named "Insomnia" all too well myself. So tired,yet fighting enbattled bitterly to pen/type some miraculous relevent something profoundly intellegent and emotionally moving the masses. Ha! Me? However you have enfolded in a wordsmith's weave. The nature of the beast born in many a dark night that haunts my restless soul here.Kudos for the entrapment in verse of,"the beastly thang"!


  • Alittle2lost
    October 27, 2008
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    That is Absolutely Stunning. Just Beautiful
    Well penned.
    Bravo

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