2:30 a.m. nonsense

sleeplikeadog
sleeplikeadog Posts: 156
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I sit on the sidewalk and stare at the cracks
There's ants crawling on my hands and feet
I get up and walk inside and sit on the couch
and think for maybe just a second

I wander away slowly into the sunlight
The warmth is the best feeling on my skin
I stare at the dead trees
and somehow think of beautiful

So I jump in the water
and feel those sensations of one
That ever so lacking something
Which could quite possibly be nothing
But I feel better already
Walking is still honest
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    somewhere......during this peom.....I felt better about things.....I can't pinpoint it.....!!!! it just happened......
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • Kwyjibo
    Kwyjibo Posts: 662
    "It's 2:45 in the morning
    and I'm putting myself on warning
    for waking up in an unknown place
    with a recollection that's half-erased.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.

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