Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Reimagined

Reimagined
Realigned
Reset & reassigned
Ridiculously optimistically
And pointlessly redefined
Reworked
Rearranged
Reordered and changed
The damage undone
The product renamed
Rewinded back
To the date of invention
Reminded of our goals
Our purpose  and intentions
Relabeled
Repackaged
Reshipped and resent
This is reimagine's extent
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