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larks begin their social day before dawn, in the early morning darkness. They’re wired for it So am I. I’m a short-sleeper - it’s genetic I’m talking about my DEC2, ADRB1, mGluR1 and NPSR1 genes. If I average 4 or 5 hours of sleep, for weeks and weeks, I’m good to go. This works well for school, but back in the COVID lockdown days - it was crazy. I’d be up at all hours - long after the reasonable world closed its eyes. I’d walk the halls, seemingly everywhere, like Shakespeare’s eleven ghosts. That’s a poetic queue if I ever heard one.. She shuns her weary bed in the darkened hush of midnight when slumber should rule Her pale brow needs no rest, so she wraith-like roams her parent’s home. Fey and fleet, her footsteps falling soft in shadows thick as underworld She’s the grinning ghost in the game room - a sleepless phantasm moving to dance-dance-revolution’s beat in seeming revelry wild. She’s the gliding spirit in the endless, well-lit pool, slicing effortlessly through the glass-slick turquoise, a selkie-sleek mermaid in a loop of back and forth making the pitch-night, an otter's roam. To the kitchen then, this lissome spectre paces, restlessness and moonlight walks compel cravings she’s not seeking the company of other restless souls - she’s searching for yummy Totino's Pizza Rolls. . . Songs for this: Time and Love by Laura Nyro Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
larks
so you tell me off & force me not to eat while you munch on your snacks in front of my face wow.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
hypocrite
Hungry Always hungry Munching on yummy food Eating delicious snacks all day Starving
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Cinquain
A little brown dog called Dip Sea Named after a simple peso snack But many things occur in the real deep sea Strange sea monsters freely roam the depths Shipwrecks forever remain with their trapped crews Lost aircraft look factory fresh but will never fly again Unseen mountains as high as Mt Everest invisibly reach up Unidentified alien craft speedily explore miles below the surface Scuba divers practise their skills safely diving for an hour Several large ships dump illegal waste into the ocean depths Sea life like whales and dolphins intelligently live and play Lost continents hint at ancient races of people now drowned out Land based planners plan deep water towns and cities All this and more takes place in the great ocean depths Remembered in a small brown dog called Dip Sea
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Dip Sea
Plunge into coffee Softening to perfection Love me some cookies
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Cookies
Pancakes Soft, circular, fluffy delight. Euphoric taste, ******** to the mouth. Heart pounding, as Aunt Jemima lathers her essence all over this treat. Fresh bright fruit falling onto this plate as if it were sent from the heavens. An earthly treat from Mother Earth, guaranteed to fill your satisfaction. Savouring every bite, tingling all your senses. A meal that could tickle ones soul and enlighten their day. Pancakes, a synonym for yum, the definition of bliss.
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Pancakes
Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't. Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie. I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed. As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink. I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said, I don't normally go for that kind of snack.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Cookie brownie
Welcome to the meat shop Where arms and legs dangle from the top, Where discarded fats ooze from the lid Of a metal bin and a giant squid Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door. And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register. Aunty comes with her butcher knife. She’s about to chop the life Out of that carp. She misses! And swears. Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor. My lord! Blood sputters from her knuckle. The entire scene gives me a chuckle. And I wake up from my dream hungry.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Welcome to the meat shop
No rush of the bulls filled these narrow cobbled streets where tradition and songs sounded over pinxos, and stories of San-Fermin.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
Pamplona/Iruna
There are no distractions         at 3:10 A M There's not even a breeze        no stirring of wind I sit alone in silence         listening to nothing No , no I'm not in any         kind of suffering Just letting my consciousness         expand beyond the borders Beyond the mountains         and the sea's waters Not even the space         surrounding the stars There are no limits         as to just how far My universe         is my man made cosmos A thought turning to whim         Seen through like ghost   I sit alone in silence         but I'm not really lonely I have all of my friends :         mayonnaise , mustard and lots of baloney
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
3:10 A M
*you're just like a midnight snack . . . not always there when i needed*
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
midnight snack
The time I felt tummy hurts Those that needn't the doctor Those of hunger strikes in me I clinged to worry for myself Before my life discovery. Was too used to pizza and burgers Nothing from my own homeland Though in my search I fell in a direction An improved variety tabled for us Down the table I sat, not popular to the world but my tummy signed in Lost my taste buds to only this To that I ate like a hired thief in full bites The bells of Hawaiian, becon, chicken, sausage, all for One A Rollecks..... Marked my anniversary of love for snacks The place whose memory runs in my blood The Ugandan Nemo's, Imprisoned my love for Rollecks One of a kind shared without regrets
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
NEMO'S ROL*
Sorry sweetheart mommy was drunk last night Had too many alcohols and she couldn't fit all of the fruit snacks into her mouth before she passed out that's why the bed is covered in them yes you can have some
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
fruit
Crispy, and yet thin, its rough curves shatter and snap, salty, fragile chips.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Broken Snack
Dear Daughter: I've cleared out the paths for you. I figured you'd want one of the more trafficked ones. I packed you some snacks for the road, some shoes to walk on, some friends to walk with. You are the first born, I wasn't sure what to do for you.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Here you go daughter ("I'm Sorry Mom" part 2)
a perfect winter night includes: hot chocolate, blanket, a warm place, snacks, good movies, dimmed lights and you. but this ain't a perfect night because it doesn't include you, and i am left alone, once again along with my list, without your name written on the bottom of it. and i put you last, because the last things are the best, right?
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
winter nights