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always the end to this good night (Free verse) by nentwined always the end to this good night
looms distant
and despair is anon and again
round the bend
coming hence
always the end to this good night
looms far
come the eyes try to shut
try to close
and give in
always the end to this good night
looms nearer
and its jaws around your neck
you can feel
dripping sweat
but always the end to this good night
looms past
and its jaws are but ash
as the dawn
comes to play
and always the end to this good night
looms gone
and the day to this night
shakes its head
and bids adieu.
Up the ladder:
Sleep does my eyes
Down the ladder:
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Posted: September 30, 2002 2:25 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2002 2:25 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.8103275 Overall Rank: 387 Comments:
use more concrete imagery, but I like your style
to yieu, and yieu and yieu.
Seriously, what's up with the sleep dep. dude. Dudette?
dude it is. Umm. Working on a project. :) Working mad hardcode on a project, trying to do it as "right" as I can without not doing it (the perfect void?). At... 31 hours. Not so bad, really. I'm debating going another 24. :)
You might want to suck on a honeycomb for that insomnia of yours K. :op Where in the name of arse have you been?
where? hmm. I've been wholly uncreative is all, woefully inadequate to any task beyond the methodical. (sorry, this, that, er, too much! -- this is a wholly and willfully self-induced bout of insomnia to work on one project that needed working on with whole-hearted abandon... which I am mostly doing. But a side effect of this "insomnia" is that in this waking period I've written FIVE poems (four amusingly doggerel haiku, and this oddly interesting piece, all of course centered around sleep deprivation and the like)... and I'm actually writing a piece of fiction for a contest (due half an hour ago, but since I"m the one who posts them.... la la la). anyway, I need to apologize for the hirsute prose... it's the nature of the character I'm writing as and I'm a bit stuck. la. I guess that's all?
Well, when duty calls..... I'm sending you a 55gal drum of 50/40/10 coffee/espresso/nitrous oxide. And some trucker-isms to keep you going. Keep'er between the lines, keep the left door shut, and HAMMER DOWN!
ooh, that sounds like a good barrel of fun, all you left out were the monkeys (maybe those are the folks rolling it up to my door?)
hammer down? I think at this point I need to keep making sure the right down is still closede and that the lines I'm following are the ones painted on the road.
Too much looming.
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it's been so long since I posted something other than a crapshot haiku. :) being delirious really helps.