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*Crying in the Stars"
Brain spinning in exhausted haze-
Thoughts only pictures-
Words half-formed like
some strange language.
You say I am quiet,
but my thoughts are loud-
sharp and screaming,
stained with blood and pain
I've yet to feel.
Numbness rests over my soul,
warm and sweet.
A blanket of stars absorbs
my unseen tears.
This is actual proof I should not try to write while exhausted, but funnily enough, that is precisely when my my muses decide to wake up. Clearly, my muses are odd bitches with a mean streak. I come out with maudlin drivel when I'm tired, but I sort of enjoyed the picture this planted in my head. But then I'm weird like that. I haven't written this much poetry in ages. I'm beginning to wonder if my muse isn't more than slightly masochistic. Ha. Anyway, going to sleep now. Hopefully for several blissful hours. Take care all. Bright blessings.
Brain spinning in exhausted haze-
Thoughts only pictures-
Words half-formed like
some strange language.
You say I am quiet,
but my thoughts are loud-
sharp and screaming,
stained with blood and pain
I've yet to feel.
Numbness rests over my soul,
warm and sweet.
A blanket of stars absorbs
my unseen tears.
This is actual proof I should not try to write while exhausted, but funnily enough, that is precisely when my my muses decide to wake up. Clearly, my muses are odd bitches with a mean streak. I come out with maudlin drivel when I'm tired, but I sort of enjoyed the picture this planted in my head. But then I'm weird like that. I haven't written this much poetry in ages. I'm beginning to wonder if my muse isn't more than slightly masochistic. Ha. Anyway, going to sleep now. Hopefully for several blissful hours. Take care all. Bright blessings.
