The Random Thoughts of An Insomniac

The Random Thoughts of An Insomniac

A Poem by FireFly15

 

The Random Thoughts of An Insomniac

 

I hear a clock ticking that doesnt exist.

I feel a punch to the face but i see no fist.

A tear runs down my cheek but I'm not crying.

I feel alive but I'm also dying.

 

Black is Black,

We cant change that.

But why would we?

Darkness is pretty.

 

Shadows never cease to amaze.

They always send me into a daze.

I see them move, I see them dance.

As to fleeing from them, we have no chance.

 

Have you ever sat alone in a room and thought,

Tomorrow I shall go to the moon!

No?

Neither have I.

 

I long to be somewhere hot.

Somewhere the breeze never stops.

Somewhere you can act a fool but not be one.

Somewhere you can dance all night and just have fun.

 

© 2010 FireFly15


Author's Note

FireFly15
Well my friends, its 4:27 in the morning and this poem is the result of my worsening insomnia. ENJOY!!!

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I think most writers suffer from insomnia, so you are not alone, lol. I am in fact reviewing this piece at 3:51-am ha ha. my favorite line in your poem is "Darkness is pretty." I read the line 3time and smiled. because i am sitting in the dark now and it is in fact amazingly beautiful. nice write, =]

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Random indeed... I like the darkness verse, though.

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this is a well written poem... its very good. you have talent KID!!!

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I know the feeling well but I feel like that during the day! Great poem. Have a shot get some rest..... or maybe some warm milk?

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sorry bout the insomnia but nice poem!

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I really like this. I have a close friend that's also an insomniac. but, yea, this is really good. :)

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really cool work. when i'm having insomnia i usually listen to music or read but this is probably better, observing the things around u. nice job

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I love the night...
Fantastic poem - the first two stanzas are my favourite. Just one thing to point out - 'sece' in the third stanza should be 'cease'

wonderful piece!!

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I think most writers suffer from insomnia, so you are not alone, lol. I am in fact reviewing this piece at 3:51-am ha ha. my favorite line in your poem is "Darkness is pretty." I read the line 3time and smiled. because i am sitting in the dark now and it is in fact amazingly beautiful. nice write, =]

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very interesting. I especially like the begining. Very vivid.

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Ohh in the still of the night, I can definately feel you on this. Not sleeping makes you go crazy! But in this case, crazy is a good thing. I loved the rhyming and everything- nothing seemed forced.

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Originally my poems were meant to be inspirational. Althought, as of late they have become more of a venting outlet. I think I need to sort out some problems of my own before I can help others with th.. more..

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