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this poem makes sense

February 19, 2013
By malya SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
malya SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
If only. Possibly the two saddest words I know.


It's two in the morning,
writing a poem.
Sure i make sense,
but not all that much.

Monotonous ticking,
counting my rhythm
'cause strange sounds of nighttime
feel odd to the touch.

As rainbow glass sparkles,
the green smells of danger
waft roughly around
sounding just like a bell

and my pen feels as heavy
as nails on a chalkboard
I cant help but listen,
but that's just as well.

'Cause sleep's as elusive
as foxes in frost storms
deftly escaping
the huntsmen and such.

It's one in the morning,
I'm now done this poem
and yes, it makes sense.
Just not all that much.


The author's comments:
this is one of my many poems that are born as a result of my insomnia. it's my way of making fun of myself for some of the more bizarre things I've written when I was up a little to late.
Asi said: sure I make sense...

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