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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

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Novelty & Nostalgia

An impassioned reply 
To my inadequacies 
You spill to the floor
With wasted intensity

 Falling apart
From monumental heights
When we hit the ground 
Will I still be your white knight?

 Perfection 
Is what we seemed to be
But corrections were needed 
To remain a we

Forget-Me-Nots
Sent to your door
But I guess you won't understand
What I sent them for
We weren't always falling stars
No, not at all
Don't you remember?
Don't you recall?
We used to be better
We used to be great 
Now I'm left with Novelty & Nostalgia
And you with hate
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