No designer sheet in the world could make this bed mine.
Am I lonely or just alone?
May be it is kinder to be quiet.
I have always found myself to be poetic
Having a flair for words, imagery.
But these days I find it hard to write enough to mask this pain.
I tell me its all in my head.
Perhaps it is.
I cant make myself sleep past an hour anymore.
I have ink stains on my pillow.
I just lie here among bits of paper and crumbled thoughts.
Its no wonder all the best were insane .
I don't think there are any words that can explain how much I love this. I know exactly what you mean. i'm the same way... not sleeping past an hour, ink stains on my pillow, and there are always bits of paper chilling all over my bed. I love the line:
"Am I lonely or just alone?"
That's a good question. I ask myself all the time. Still haven't figured it out though. Oh well. Anywho, I really do like this a lot. Great job
Its no wonder all the best were insane . I liked that part alot. It's what i say all the time because ever genius was either crazy or not a genius. look at Van goue. anyways i liked this poem because sometimes i sit up all night trying to find the words to write... great job.