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[aid] => mick
[title] => Window
[time] => 2004-09-22 13:13:49
[hometext] => Not really an insomniac poem but it kinda is.
[bodytext] => The sun goes down behind the trees to take a rest from lighting my days. And I pull down the old brown shade and try to forget That my window has no glass, on duct tape to keep out the cold. I pull my pillow close and close my eyes tightly. I try to forget my active mind and my desperate life. My skinny kitty curls up by my feet and purrs softly. I know I will not sleep tonight, but the least I can do is try. Now there is no dog to burst into my room at night And the other cat is locked out side. My brother fell asleep at five in the afternoon I will let you guess why. And I hug my pillow closer and block out his words That keep coming to my mind. And my kitty jumps up and runs out of the room And I think I hear the other one meowing by my window. And I know mum is missing the dog even though he ate everything. I can smell my dad’s cigarette smoke wafting through my window. He’s kill him self with those things That I am supposed to smoke when I turn 16. Bad music blasts from my radio Keeping the sounds of my mum out of my room. But it does not work and I can hear the clicking of her key board. I shut my eyes tightly and focus on the songs. But they are not the ones I want to hear And my CDs do not seem to work anymore. After hours of this, I might be able to sleep And finally get away from my house And I can go somewhere else for a few hours. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 60 [informant] => SlimStaple [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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