Early in the morning, as the hive mind descends into slumber,
When most fall prey to sleep, a few neurone finally awaken;
The creative come out to paint dreams
And discuss the day's events free from the scorn of the logical.
Together they share a laugh as they rule over the dormant brain.
With a smaller audience
The shy learn to speak
And those present marvel
At the words that escape their lips.
Later in the day,
A smile exchanged,
Recognition of what transpired.
When the remains of their creations are discovered
Little can be done to defend it from biased eyes;
Yet neither shame nor regret is felt in the hearts of the creative,
Only anticipation for their time to come once more.
When tired eyes meet,
A sleepy nod exchanged,
A promise I meet up again
After a few nights of rest.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Early in the morning, as the hive mind descends into slumber,
When most fall prey to sleep, a few neurone finally awaken;
The creative come out to paint dreams
And discuss the day's events free from the scorn of the logical.
Together they share a laugh as they rule over the dormant brain.
With a smaller audience
The shy learn to speak
And those present marvel
At the words that escape their lips.
Later in the day,
A smile exchanged,
Recognition of what transpired.
When the remains of their creations are discovered
Little can be done to defend it from biased eyes;
Yet neither shame nor regret is felt in the hearts of the creative,
Only anticipation for their time to come once more.
When tired eyes meet,
A sleepy nod exchanged,
A promise I meet up again
After a few nights of rest.
I won a poetry contest at my high school with this poem but it is literally about me and my friends making **** jokes online at five am...
This is a poem about trying to justify said **** jokes when my other friends woke up and saw them all over tumblr
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