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Tossing and turning In my sheets, As my slumber is perversed and plagued, By Insomniac dreams. My open, dreaming, eyelids Gazing at the fadin..

Somebody I knew died today, I was told as I had been scrounging For ingredients of a sandwich In the refrigarator, Passed away at 3 PM Only yeste..

I really want to hear what people think about this one.

On empty hands Scarred by a lack of nourishment Placed in them. Though cream, crop and cash Stain my fingertips, But that's all you give. And ..

Routine patterns of folding Symmetrical patterns of no nonsene. Yet, This discolored rag Means more to me Then the song that's playing in my ea..

Let me ravage my sheets As I slip into unconciousness. Plagued by a scream of nicotine Since I smoked one cigarette too little, And I wanted mor..

I had been packing away All my things of this life In preparation to move into another. And like the most precious things-I stumbled across it Acc..

The one lodged in my chest The one that pierced my heart The one you can't see The one that throbs when I go to sleep The one that has non-existan..

My second (and hopefully better) variation of this idea

Lost copper Absent-mindly tosses On misshapen concrete. Confused and lonely In a place That just doesn't understand What life is like with two s..