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Array ( [sid] => 55965 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 5:00 am [time] => 2004-07-13 09:21:06 [hometext] => this is weird i agree maybe it somthing that only makes sense to me... [bodytext] => It's 5:00 in the morning
i'm not saying that for poetic reasons
it really is

i'm tired
yet i cant sleep...
i'm just wishing
my eye lids would close in on me
and absorb me in a world of make believe

i dont know why reality has consumed
me so early
it's just me
a dark figure of negativity in a yellow room

somtimes i feel
like this room
is the inner core to me
or a simile
or somthing like that
painted yellow on a whim of hope
hoping to see the brighter side of life
like waking up to the sun every morning
but the dream
was destructed by the rain
that i always here
the rain that ruins everything

i think this reflects alot about me

i dont know if i would class this as a poem
maybe a trail of thoughts...
it has a slight defiance not to ryhme
i like this
this is my statement
life doesnt always flow
this piece is like
a description of the struggle
life brings

i see ryhmimg as a allusion

i often ryhme
it's part of my designs
i write almost everyday
in a hope
i'll discover the real me
poetry is a window to the soul
a relief to the tention

its 5:11 now
and im going
to just lie still
in simplicity
i know i wont find the sleep
i seek

because suddenly i've never felt more awake

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 59 [informant] => loopylou [notes] => (Poem edited for spelling as requested) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
5:00 am

Contributed by loopylou on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 09:21:06 AM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



It's 5:00 in the morning
i'm not saying that for poetic reasons
it really is

i'm tired
yet i cant sleep...
i'm just wishing
my eye lids would close in on me
and absorb me in a world of make believe

i dont know why reality has consumed
me so early
it's just me
a dark figure of negativity in a yellow room

somtimes i feel
like this room
is the inner core to me
or a simile
or somthing like that
painted yellow on a whim of hope
hoping to see the brighter side of life
like waking up to the sun every morning
but the dream
was destructed by the rain
that i always here
the rain that ruins everything

i think this reflects alot about me

i dont know if i would class this as a poem
maybe a trail of thoughts...
it has a slight defiance not to ryhme
i like this
this is my statement
life doesnt always flow
this piece is like
a description of the struggle
life brings

i see ryhmimg as a allusion

i often ryhme
it's part of my designs
i write almost everyday
in a hope
i'll discover the real me
poetry is a window to the soul
a relief to the tention

its 5:11 now
and im going
to just lie still
in simplicity
i know i wont find the sleep
i seek

because suddenly i've never felt more awake





Copyright © loopylou ... [ 2004-07-13 09:21:06]
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Re: 5:00 am (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 09:25:35 AM AEST
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this makes perfect sense to me.
keep wriing.
you're very expressive!


Re: 5:00 am (User Rating: 1 )
by RhythmBndt on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 09:50:40 AM AEST
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Makes sense to me. Great write :)


Re: 5:00 am (User Rating: 1 )
by _Raspberry_ on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 10:52:10 AM AEST
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I know this feeling well! I even tried to write about it, but yours make much more sense than anything I could come up with, mine was at three o'clock in the morning though. Great write!




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