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An ode to the insomniac

sourlemone

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O 'twould be wondrous to be set free
aaTo fall asleep with a pen at hand
aaThe world of dreams a late night marching band
Playing nothing but a tired, soulless reverie

Insomnia, the scourge of the artist trying to be
aaA thinker, streaming consciously til the early morn
aaA poet, waxing lyrically and waiting for dawn
The first honeydew golden rays roll over the sea
aaa- to meet tired eyes, rise and take He

He who is the visionary, mind and sight
He who shines the beacon to light the night
He who can only but struggle and fight
aaa- to escape, to sleep, perchance end his plight

aaaif the mind is but a stage,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand sleep its curtain
aaathe actors play on,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing is certain.

edit: thanks onetwothreefour!
 
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^^^ i like your poem (more comments later when sober ;)), but on the apsce thing: just write <color=white> and add some text to it to create some spaces (but replace the brackets with square brackets)...wroked form e.
 
Awesome piece - really enjoyed reading this one.

I started highlighting bits to quote, but it's all fantastic.

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definitely your best imo, wonderful flow and being a bit of an insomniac myself, i can relate well with your feelings..
 
Originally posted by sourlemone
Insomnia, the scourge of the artist trying to be
aaA thinker, streaming consciously til the early morn


awesome stuff.

this is a really fantastic poem. i think we've all felt this way; that's why it's good to see it put to words so well.
 
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