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Let me try something simple....

JoeJoe Posts: 25
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
...because simplicity is accessible.

To Sleep

The dead of night
So quiet
So still
I think about
What was
What will
I think about
What is
Is still
I think about
It all
until
I sleep.
Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: "Fire Walk With Me." We lived among the people - I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.
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  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    i like it :)
    It's all yellow.


  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    When it's dark and warm in my bed
    I pull the covers over my head
    and my head starts to remember the dream I'd forgotten
    from the morning
    but just as I try to remember more




    I'm back in the dream again
    until next time.
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    i do as i'm told
    when told to dream sweetly
    as if his wishes point me

    otherwise
    it's business as usual
    the good
    the bad
    and the ugly
    It's all yellow.


  • mulacmulac Posts: 97
    Originally posted by Joe
    ...because simplicity is accessible.

    To Sleep

    The dead of night
    So quiet
    So still
    I think about
    What was
    What will
    I think about
    What is
    Is still
    I think about
    It all
    until
    I sleep.

    i really like this

    i seem to always lie in bed waiting to sleep and figuring everything out and promising myself that tomorrow i will change, tomorrow will be a new day

    but then i sleep and forget my open mind and go back to my old ways
    the passenger is life
  • JoeJoe Posts: 25
    I seem to always lie in bed waiting to sleep and figuring everything out and promising myself that tomorrow i will change, tomorrow will be a new day

    That was exactly the state of mind I was in when I wrote it.

    Cheers for the comments.
    Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: "Fire Walk With Me." We lived among the people - I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.
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