insomnia
Few thoughts, dreaming while awake.blank canvas calling out,
calling out for inspiration.
web of information,
only distraction.
Questions, what is the cause?
Why Can't I rest?
what am I thinking.
thing everything, nothing.
insomnia
Few thoughts, dreaming while awake.Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
only regret I'll ever have | 1 | 08/30/2009 |
insomnia | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
Indecent proposal | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
sounds of saturday night | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
Something you don't deserve to know | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
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