Poetry Insomnia is my Bitch

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Holy crap, I have fucking insomnia,
I said I would go to bed, but the internet is keeping me on it.
Where to go?
Maybe I can turn around, and hop into my bed.
There’s a pillow fluffed up waiting for me.
But I just don’t wanna.


I know, I’m not really making sense,
But when do I ever.
I’m just trying to make time so I don’t bore you to death.


So tell me reader, am I boring you
Or is it just not enough for you?
Maybe I can knock some sense into you
I can hit you over the head with a chair
Or perhaps just make you hear my singing.


Oh fuck this, I’m going to bed.
You can suck my symbolic joystick.


Yup, that’s it.
The poet is done,
Close this stanza with a quote,
“And if you’re not down with that,
Then I have two words for you:
SUCK IT!”

I guess when you have the urge to write, but insomnia is in your way, make use of those two things. So, if this comes out a bit..odd in parts, just know that I just started typing, and didn't stop. :wacky:
 
Please do speak what you think about it. In all honesty, this poem is indeed utter shit, and I unshamfully admit that. I wrote it because I was suffering from insomnia, and thus why it turned out as shit-like. Please dont think that I'm offended by your opinion, cause I'm not. I encourage any form of comments, whether good or bad. ^_^
 
It's...........different... I dunno if this is considered poetry. It sounds like you typed random feelings you were having at that moment and put them together. The way the poem talks to me makes it sound like it's supposed to be a part of one of those pride poems but there's nothing to be proud of and I just get told to suck a joystick. >.>
 
Oli~SKX said:
It's...........different... I dunno if this is considered poetry. It sounds like you typed random feelings you were having at that moment and put them together. The way the poem talks to me makes it sound like it's supposed to be a part of one of those pride poems but there's nothing to be proud of and I just get told to suck a joystick. >.>
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:lew: Well, I guess if you were to label this as a type of poem, it would be a farce or something. And to be honest, that's what I did: I typed up random feelings..well words, and just hoped they sounded good. :lew:

I don't expect this to be the best thing in the world, but what I know is if you have a thought, write/type it down/out. ^_^
 
Just blame the lack of sleep ken. Id have to agree it didnt really sound poetic to me either. Ive read some of your other stuff though which is waaaaaaay better. This was kinda jumbled xD Its just like how we all make sigs we really hate. We cant alwyas get it right.


I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry
Gettin' stressed, makin excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream of
Making mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth
But there's no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, at night I write by candle light
I find insight, fundamental movement, uh
So when it's black this insomniac take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack
I gets no sleep
I can't get no sleep​
 
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