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insomnia-poet · 11 hours

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Induction

Hearts beat at synchronous speeds,

A magnetism between strangers.

Connections among stars and sea,

And a heightened sense of danger.

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We observe with eyes of old,

Remembering all we see.

Nature replies with love so bold,

And the resonance between leaves.

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insomnia-poet · 3 months

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Diseased

My ribcage rattles

With shallow breath,

My weak lungs swell

Engaged with death.

My diseased body rots

From the inside out, so

Plant me in the earth

That I may sprout.

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insomnia-poet · 4 months

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How is it going?

Solid question, work and school and a lack of sleep have all quickly burnt my brain out and made life difficult, but I have some pretty great friends who, even though they’re busy as well, I know I can rely on if I need them so overall I’d say it’s going well enough to keep going, thank you for asking!

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insomnia-poet · 4 months

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Night Light

You are moonlight.

A reflection revealing

Mountains in shadows.

You are guidance in flight,

A hug after a fight, a radiance

admired by owls and tired eyes,

And a vibrant painting in cold skies

Whose brush strokes in the night

Are a warm and welcome sight.

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insomnia-poet · 4 months

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Supernova

I am starlight.

A visual clarity

In the darkest night.

A glow of temerity

So grand and so bright that

My fire consumes the universe.

Just watch me ignite.

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insomnia-poet · 4 months

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Ultra Violet

You are sunlight.

A loving warmth given

When I am angry and frigid.

You are a bright and beautiful

Divine reminder of the blessings

I forget to count, and the reason

I’m not lost and forgotten.

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insomnia-poet · 5 months

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Confusion Disorder

Up and down we go,

While everyone loves loudly,

All I do is scream.

Quiet.

Welcome to the show,

While everyone sleeps soundly,

I’m afraid to dream.

Riot!

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insomnia-poet · 6 months

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Main Street

Cracks in sidewalks

Cracks in voices

Rows of caged trees

Present fake choices.

The root consumes

Crawling through veins

There’s nothing to do

But wait for rain.

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insomnia-poet · 6 months

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Gravitational Guidance

The sea and the stars are in love.

Connected in endless ebbs and flows,

The ocean’s waves dance for the heavens

And the galaxies guide her sailors home.

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They’re separated by years of light and

Infinite miles of cold empty space,

But together they reside forever

In a daydream’s warm and safe embrace.

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insomnia-poet · 6 months

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How does a person know they are in love?How is it like?

At first you don’t know. For years and years you thought you knew and then one day you go to sleep, same as always, and the next morning you wake up to find that your heart is on fire. It feels like when you drink something hot and the warmth begins in your chest and consumes you. It feels like after years of living in a blizzard, battered by ice and wind, you’ve found a home, with a crackling fire and warm blankets. Words don’t have meaning unless they are spoken by them. The shine in their eyes make the stars jealous and their laugh is a perfect symphony and finally you’ve realized what love can be. Love will suffocate you and you won’t miss the oxygen. You’ll only wish to have suffocated sooner.

#love

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insomnia-poet · 7 months

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Soul Bound

Her beauty and chaos abound,

Autumn eyes and vibrant sound,

Etched memories scar a heart,

A painted laugh of blinding art.

With warmth divine our souls combine,

With a bond God dare not rip apart.

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insomnia-poet · 7 months

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Mountain Motel

When I was real little

We used to take trips up

To the mountains and

Stay in cheap motels.

We always went late in the year,

About the time it started getting cold,

And at the grown up age of 8 years old

I would sit out on the sun drenched

Deck chairs in silence, admiring the

Frigid mountainside and evergreen trees.

I would sit and I would wait for

The motel heater to turn on, and,

When it did, I’d get up and

Lean my back against it,

Feeling the fleeting warmth of its

Exhaust and its rough vibrations

Deep in my frozen bones.

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Now at the naive age of 27,

I think back to that warmth and

I wonder if I left that version of

Myself there on that motel balcony,

Smiling while admiring the mountains.

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insomnia-poet · 7 months

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Buried Love

I’m falling for the ghosts

Of long forgotten loves.

Their spectral hands

Caress my back and

Their perfumes linger

Deep in my lungs.

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Someday I’ll cover these

Rotting memories with

Six feet of dirt, but

Today I think I’ll just

Leave some flowers and

Bury myself instead.

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insomnia-poet · 8 months

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Endless Possibilities

I’m trapped in a room

Full of closed doors,

Fear has barred them shut.

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The knots in my stomach

Tangle endlessly around my feet,

My lungs drown

In a merciless sea of possibility,

My heart swells

With saltwater and

My nerves burn

Away to nothing but ash.

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They all scream out,

Begging for my help but

The response is always the same.

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“Drown in my indecision.”

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insomnia-poet · 8 months

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Stains

“Cleanliness is next to godliness.”

Do me a favor, define “godliness.”

Is it godlike to be spotless?

No blemishes, smudges or scars,

No foggy blindness from stars?

And what about the stains from love?

Are they forbidden, the gods above,

From the crimson marks of broken hearts?

Oh my God! Of course, the art!

As painters paint, worlds apart,

Across their canvas, white as snow,

The miracles they paint aren’t clean, you know?

So if being clean’s the godly choice,

Filthy sinners like me, be heard, rejoice!

For we are the dirt that covers the earth

And no imperfections destroy our worth.

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insomnia-poet · 10 months

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Beaches

We adventure along

Wind swept beaches,

Wave after wave

Erasing our steps.

The ocean sundered sun,

Sets of hands held,

A hidden hunger quelled.

As we tire

Of our desire

To run around and roam,

We must rely

On stars and sky

To light the long way home.

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insomnia-poet · 10 months

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Wishes

Chemicals glow as

A meteor disintegrates.

A white hot streak through the sky,

World changing, then silent.

Somewhere a firefly makes a wish

To shine as bright and beautiful

As a rock in the atmosphere.

Little does he know,

The silence never stops.

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