A Thousand Miles a Minute

Racing thoughts,
eyes wide awake
and things sorted
up in my head.

It's four am
un-blinking
gritty eyes
emotions frayed.

I am happy.
I am contented.
So why can't I,
silence my head?

There are no feelings
buried deep.
There are no worries
preventing sleep.

All I have are these sheep
on a marathon running
a thousand miles a minute.

I picked up a book
chased by warm milk.
And still my eyes,
refused to quit.

The gun goes off
and there they go
sheep running circles
a thousand miles a minute.

Status: Restless and tired.
Music to lull me to sleep: Lullaby by The Cure

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Dirrrty Poet is Dirty

Scandalous words that make me blush
Blood in my head flow in a rush
But before I think about solitary magic
I'll use my fingers in a frantic
Just let me be and think for a minute
my words are sex and I'm fine with it.

I'm perfectly easy and perfectly fine
my words can be brash
and sometimes sublime
I say what I want, whenever I want
I'm not being mean
I can be nice but not in between.

Step into my world
of verses and words
where I indulge in drivel on board
I don't expect you to follow and heed
praises and patronizes I don't need
but perhaps you'd like a little taste
of my life vaguely in haze.

So come one, come all
I'd love to have you
listen to me, I'm not above you.
I want you prone or on your back
writhing in pain, mouths in slack
Perhaps I'm not getting any Closer
but maybe this video could be a fodder...

STATUS: Uneasy
Music to Burn: Closer by Nine Inch Nails

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