Naked Insomnia

by Cooper   Aug 17, 2007


Tomorrow tickles the edge of my veins,
occupied by pills to take away the pains.
And I fade into the blurry suns,
smeared with cemetery soil,
dipping further into the arroyo of lifeless puns.

My blankets, like snakes;
wrapped up in the slither of mistakes,
psychotic car crash without the brakes.
Infatuated with the fingers around my neck,
a paranoid insomniac wreck,
where I bathe in drunken spit,
lonely man's desperation;
vehement lacrimation.

Shadows dancing in between my eyes,
and rending the desire between my thighs.
These hollowed forms of wanton fascination,
lost in the rapids of regret,
the evenings wrought in black and white wine.

These knives are versatile,
slue through temptation's pale skin.
A clock in form of smiles,
masquerade of the way my head spins,
while listening to records of what I had pursued,
nothing but a soul sleepless and nude.

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow, wow, and again wow! This poem is amazing, so powerful. It has vivid and excellently crated imagery. I like it from the beginning to the end, but my favorite stanza is:
    -Shadows dancing in between my eyes,
    and rending the desire between my thighs.
    These hollowed forms of wanton fascination,
    lost in the rapids of regret,
    the evenings wrought in black and white wine.-
    The wording in whole piece is also great.
    Keep writing! 5/5 from me

  • 17 years ago

    by xPerfect Chaosx

    Well I'm glad I could brighten up your day. Where in the world to begin. I had to read this poem 3 times before I could bring myself to comment on it. As usual you have stunned me. I think this poem, to me anyway, is about regret again. It's about how it gnaws away at you and doesn't let you sleep, hence the insomnia part of the poem. It makes you feel out of control (the car crash) and dirty (bathing in drunken spit) and you feel that no matter how hard you try to hide it (masquarde of the way my head spins) it still seems glarningly obvious (the nude soul) and that the pain of the regret (knives hue the pale skin) is still there. I hope I wasn't too far off the mark with this. Yet again, your poetry left me amazed. Your use of intricate use of words is amazing. 5/5 for sure, if only I could give it more. Have a wonderful day

    Much Love,
    .:Danielle:.

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