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Always unable to sleep Always unable to sleep I stir Luke-warm caffeine in soup cup styrofoam hope                               (It will catch up to me) I sit awake like a secret in the only open corner       Eyes wide & thoughts crawling - I'm a midnight spider- I make my words my web      Each line I pull from my *** is filled with ambition and placed perfectly                Looking                                  "OH,                                    SO                            PRETTY" - These pages,            my trap for future figures flying                around my mind These pages, patiently sitting. Never tearing. I wait upon them sitting still & listening to every weak sound, looking around through a million beady type eyes made of metaphors, analogies, intricate vocabulary and word placement profoundly used yet not ordinary to what is customary       Lingering and waiting to prey upon     clever word play (When caught(( I never play)) I suffocate) Dress up and bleed out every last ounce of imagination for my souls completion- for the moment though only will this image stick to my lips as I whisp around my hardcover skeleton that once was life & I lick my fangs with congratulations Leaving my mummified creativity for all other                         f                    LY                          in                                g thoughts to see Quickly- flipping over a page and mending my web I wonder what pretty alien "life-type-anythings" may wander near     SOMETIMES I WAIT DAYS ASLEEP FOR NIGHTS TO EAT Tired&Starving at times-I expand my mind reading. Web-weaving and weaving expansion of web released sheets trying to create strength for when hollow winds howl and push big trophy sounds of that "FFFF-TTTTT-PPPttttt" quick flip from front to back paperback self published win of wings flapping past.... -Never Caught- This mirage without sleep will puncture this white dream catcher just to lavishly sit next to me in the white light on the wall (taunting) for me see Too tired at times to recreate or even crumple the page- maybe erase or start a new with a different pace Or idea of mental entrapment in place    I look at my little caskets and creep back to the corner I came from and rest awaiting a new moon to break away I lay knowing as I grow (to most) I am/and/or could be such a self righteous epitome of poetic fear           Tucked in my corner I lay awake But die in my sleep A hollow shell on the heap of Dusty Dead Nothing. Creativity created by my grandeur labor of love this poetic insomnia has left me to lie next to unoriginal thoughts I myself made mummies. -it must be irony that has killed me- It will be spring cleaning soon and will broom my body down and out only to make vacancy for another goosebumps giving creep to replace me
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
2am-ish Jail Cell Sleeplessness
Always unable to sleep Always unable to sleep I stir Luke-warm caffeine in soup cup styrofoam hope                               (It will catch up to me) I sit awake like a secret in the only open corner       Eyes wide & thoughts crawling - I'm a midnight spider- I make my words my web      Each line I pull from my *** is filled with ambition and placed perfectly                Looking                                  "OH,                                    SO                            PRETTY" - These pages,            my trap for future figures flying                around my mind These pages, patiently sitting. Never tearing. I wait upon them sitting still & listening to every weak sound, looking around through a million beady type eyes made of metaphors, analogies, intricate vocabulary and word placement profoundly used yet not ordinary to what is customary       Lingering and waiting to prey upon     clever word play (When caught(( I never play)) I suffocate) Dress up and bleed out every last ounce of imagination for my souls completion- for the moment though only will this image stick to my lips as I whisp around my hardcover skeleton that once was life & I lick my fangs with congratulations Leaving my mummified creativity for all other                         f                    LY                          in                                g thoughts to see Quickly- flipping over a page and mending my web I wonder what pretty alien "life-type-anythings" may wander near     SOMETIMES I WAIT DAYS ASLEEP FOR NIGHTS TO EAT Tired&Starving at times-I expand my mind reading. Web-weaving and weaving expansion of web released sheets trying to create strength for when hollow winds howl and push big trophy sounds of that "FFFF-TTTTT-PPPttttt" quick flip from front to back paperback self published win of wings flapping past.... -Never Caught- This mirage without sleep will puncture this white dream catcher just to lavishly sit next to me in the white light on the wall (taunting) for me see Too tired at times to recreate or even crumple the page- maybe erase or start a new with a different pace Or idea of mental entrapment in place    I look at my little caskets and creep back to the corner I came from and rest awaiting a new moon to break away I lay knowing as I grow (to most) I am/and/or could be such a self righteous epitome of poetic fear           Tucked in my corner I lay awake But die in my sleep A hollow shell on the heap of Dusty Dead Nothing. Creativity created by my grandeur labor of love this poetic insomnia has left me to lie next to unoriginal thoughts I myself made mummies. -it must be irony that has killed me- It will be spring cleaning soon and will broom my body down and out only to make vacancy for another goosebumps giving creep to replace me
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31/M/Newburyport , MA
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
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