Burning Gas Bubble In The Galaxy.

by Not Bulletproof   Dec 16, 2005


I cried today, are you going to call me emo?
What if I told you the stars weren't shining tonight?
This scene is darker than I've ever seen it before, you know.
I don't know what's going on, and why there's no fight.

Put your dukes up, I can fight you all night long,
I might pass out during the day, but it won't be for long.
You don't scare me anymore.
I've lived with you for what seems forever.
You don't hurt me anymore.
You're nothing I can't handle.

I watched the black fade to blue, to yellow, pink and red.
I'm magic, man, yeah, I'm magic.
Instead of sitting here at three AM, you'd think I'd be in bed,
But this punk thinks differently, she's such a pri#k.

I saw a bubble of burning gas ignite before me.
And I watched it glide across the galaxy,
Until it burnt out for 12 more hours,
And ignited again west of my face.
I wasn't afraid. I was never scared.
I've seen this setting in this exact place.
I was never afraid. I wasn't scared.
Too many times I've seen that gas be blared.

I cried for an hour straight after the gas died.
This is another endless fight.
I think I asked for it, even though I tried,
To admit I am afraid, I don't understand this night.
It turns to day, it goes on and on for me,
I watch stars cross the galaxy, and clouds cover them up.

Precipitation clouds my way sometimes,
And leaves me stuck inside to write some rhymes.

Man, I'm magic.
While you're in a land of fluffy white, clean socks, and happiness,
I'm quite content here listening to the rain.
Yeah, this friend of mine can be a pri#k,
Yeah, sometimes I get lost in the pain.
Get lost in the burning in my eyes.
Get lost in the burning of the sun.
The stars
Guide
My way
Each night.
But not to bed.

I am an insomniac. If you didn't already get that.
They sun's about to come back to life, I'm going to watch, bye.

Sarah Gammon ©
12/16/05

This may be confusing, but I wrote it at 3 AM, and I'm a little tired, so yeah. It's basically an insomniacs sleepless night, and how they hate not being able to sleep, and they're worried about themselves, because they know it isn't normal. Blah blah blah, draw your own conclusion. :-).
Thanks for reading -xxx-.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by Ixora

    Wow its a very cofusing poem but once you really read it youn get it...i like it ... gj

    *^*crow*^*