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Shepherdess |
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ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
A quarter to midnight, the ceiling stares back, locked in a pact with two crying eyes; staggering suddenly to a corner of space as a cheek punctures warm-dewed pillows beside. Ten past the hour, should be later than this when minutes of thought traverse hours of tears; silence rebounds across five solid walls as late-night radio clocks through the gears. Semblance of reason as I walk to the window, a dulled panoramic restoring the dark; pebbles glow orange down on planetary pavements- streetlights are stars too heavy to spark. The artist's survey broken by chill and a stumble as shadows turn back to the bed, the pulse suffocates to a regular count as a girl named insomnia rests in my head. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Wow, I like the imagery in this, even though I'm glad I didn't read it before bedtime. A keeper for those late nights when sleep is hiding in some distant corner of the room. |
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Elimeno P Junior Member
since 2002-12-06
Posts 17The only place I want to be! |
delicious read...a nice twist and display on a common paralysis many of us share. EP |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Wow, this is such wonderful insomniac poetry, sweet friend, this reminded me so much of Counting Crows' songs, I love it! (sigh) Hope you get a nice comfortable sleep tonight, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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