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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 16, 2012

Truth's Girl

So, she left
On an adventure all her own
Without me
Without me
She stole the words to my love song

She told me to forget her
And other things as well
That’s ludicrous and absurd
I am forever under her spell

I wish to follow her
And be where she is
That is all I want
I didn’t even ask for a kiss

I would like to forget her
Put her out of my mind
Get back to my existence
Stop wasting my time

Wouldn’t it be great?
To never know love
To never know hate

It probably would
But I can never forget
I’m not sure that I should
I’ve got to get out
Stop thinking these things
She’s off and away
She never cared about me

Truth is a bitch
With no frills
No illusions
She’s got a mean hook
She may cause contusions
She might break your heart
She already broke mine
But it always heals 
Just give it time

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