When day falls to night
The sounds start to fright
Sounds of birds
Are unheard
You hear something outside your window
Hoping its not some big bimbo
You try to think happy thoughts
But they turn into sorrows unsought
You toss and turn
You fell your stomach burn
You finally close your eyes
Hoping no ones outside.
Author notes
Written June 21st, 2004
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Thank you for the lovely lovely comment. I will have to come and check out some more of your poems hopefully they shall be very nice
Edited on Jun 23, 3:13 p.m. because ''. -
eeeek! nothing scares me more and makes it harder to sleep, than the realization (or fear) that there's a big blonde haired, blue eyed, big bosomed, bimbo just outside my window. hehe. forgive me. I am manic today.
really, you did a good job. keep writing, and best wishes to you.
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I’m sure many have felt this way before too, living on the ground floor and nothing between pavement and window on a main road this is worse. Only option is to shut the curtains. A sister had this happen for real a long time back. Chilling thoughts from life here, more than often just imagination, but you’ll be causing nightmares in me tonight after reading this and stirring up old fears and memories.
Edited on Jun 21, 7:37 p.m. because ''. -
Thanks for sharing your comment it is suppose to be feel.
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A bit of restless nights is cured by a day of playing basketball or at least that is my theory on the subject. very nice rhyming write SubastioN. I really liked how you expressed the sounds of birds are unheard in a short rhyme, kinda drives home the void of night time activity. Very well written. The second word in the fifth stanza should be feel I think but other than that you have done very well. Thanks for sharing and take care.
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