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Array ( [sid] => 99895 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Demonic Insomniac [time] => 2005-07-02 13:59:40 [hometext] => Wrote this last night at 3 a.m. Comments and critisms are very much appreciated! luv yall [bodytext] => Sleepless and crazed
A monster of the night
Come and take a midnight flight
with the Demonic Insomniac

Running away with imagination
by my side
I see the moon as I hang out the window.
I reach up and grab it, plucking it from the sky,
like an apple from a tree.
I bury it deep inside my housecoat pocket
keeping reminders of my nighttime adventures.

I shuffle down the hallway
(a zombies walk)
and stop at the mirror
checking to see if I’m still here.

The grandfather clock announces 2 a.m.
The adventure has only begun.
I find a comfy spot to spend another
early morning
and begin to scrawl my
endless thoughts onto a piece
of blue lined, red margin paper.
The ink spills from my pen
into a fountain of thoughts
The Demonic Insomniac is at it again!
Another tale lunges out of her pen.
Where do these thoughts come from?
Where do they end?

I glance up from my messy writings.
The clock on the wall reads 4 a.m.
Another night has passed me by.
The morn is in sight.
I will see another sunrise.

The yellow orb arises slowly.
I make a wish
to help me through the day.
I take a breath
and watch the darkness get washed away.
I stand in the morning sun.
Basking in its dazzling rays.
The Demonic Insomniac
has survived through the death
of night.
Now I ponder in the morn of what
to explore
during my few moments
before I drift away
into another hazy day.



~Kortnie~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 60 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
Demonic Insomniac

Contributed by justme03 on Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 01:59:40 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



Sleepless and crazed
A monster of the night
Come and take a midnight flight
with the Demonic Insomniac

Running away with imagination
by my side
I see the moon as I hang out the window.
I reach up and grab it, plucking it from the sky,
like an apple from a tree.
I bury it deep inside my housecoat pocket
keeping reminders of my nighttime adventures.

I shuffle down the hallway
(a zombies walk)
and stop at the mirror
checking to see if I’m still here.

The grandfather clock announces 2 a.m.
The adventure has only begun.
I find a comfy spot to spend another
early morning
and begin to scrawl my
endless thoughts onto a piece
of blue lined, red margin paper.
The ink spills from my pen
into a fountain of thoughts
The Demonic Insomniac is at it again!
Another tale lunges out of her pen.
Where do these thoughts come from?
Where do they end?

I glance up from my messy writings.
The clock on the wall reads 4 a.m.
Another night has passed me by.
The morn is in sight.
I will see another sunrise.

The yellow orb arises slowly.
I make a wish
to help me through the day.
I take a breath
and watch the darkness get washed away.
I stand in the morning sun.
Basking in its dazzling rays.
The Demonic Insomniac
has survived through the death
of night.
Now I ponder in the morn of what
to explore
during my few moments
before I drift away
into another hazy day.



~Kortnie~




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Re: Demonic Insomniac (User Rating: 1 )
by poisonpen00ad on Friday, 2nd September 2005 @ 06:50:14 PM AEST
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I know all about this demon as we speak almost every night. I really enjoyed this.


Re: Demonic Insomniac (User Rating: 1 )
by Channing on Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 01:29:28 AM AEST
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Freakin awesome poem! I've definitely had my bouts with insomnia too.




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