Best Insomniac Poems

A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality 
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints 
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick 
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to...

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Day one passes into ten and twelve and eight-
Teen years spent by the neon glow of
Alarm clock stifled, the heavy hand, a fist
Trying to wake the awakened
But the sleepless cut the tongue, the wires
The life support system down in a blaze
Do not try to wake...

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INSOMNIAC
Some nights 
My lady lies in heat
Sometimes she cries
sometimes she's indescreet.
Some nights
I stay awake all night
sometimes it's wrong
sometimes it's just not right.
Some nights
The dark under the bed
is all too real,
sometimes just in my head.
Some nights
The morning comes too soon
sometimes I sleep til half past ten
sometimes...

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I gave it all up
every time
as long
as it was next week...

So surreal
the more I did
the more I laughed
out of context...

Escaping reality
so harder 
to cope
when it was re-imagined..

Then I imagined
all the bill collectors
as little
voodoo dolls..

They all
had needles
in their mouths
But, I don't care,

I'm holding 
the dagger..HaHaHaha!
~ ~...

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Insomniac writer, that’s what I am.
Pen and paper are natural,
bedtime accessories; 
at least, in my world.
The blues of my bedroom;
soft cushions for my tired eyes.

Scent of lavender, on my pillow;
tries to force, the prancing sheep; 
they never come.

Tossing…turning…mind-churning;
the chatter, in my head, won’t cease; 
my...

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In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning

Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night 
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort...

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Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
                       ...

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The darkness is bright
Despite theres no light
Nothing in sight
Just my eyes desiring
To be sealed tight
In hopes that i might
Be able to sleep tonight
Though it doesnt seem like it
Im still relentlessly trying
Until the point my eyes go dry
Dry enough i cant cry
Just still lying
In bed with...

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1:30am eyes pop open 
head quite empty 
one thought circles 

what to cook? 
what to cook? 

'shut the hell up brain 
give me my space back 
it's 1 bloody 30 
I need the rest' 

the thought sores higher 

WHAT TO COOK? 
WHAT TO COOK? 

leaving...

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Lying in bed 
Eyes open 
wide
I should be 
sleeping
But here I 
am thinking
Of thee

Every night 
all the time
I try to close 
my eyes 
Collapse my 
mind
Faint my 
heart
And rest my 
body
I fail, due to 
a thought of 
you

A thought 
to deep
To within
To intimate
To sweet 

My...

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The canvas of my mind
Is clouded by 
The foggy haze 
Of insomniac eyes
  My once rational
Thoughts becoming
More disjointed. 
 My tired soul aches while
Searching for peace, it’s been looking
For since the day it was born.
  The bags under my insomniac eyes
Are the constant...

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It's Two A.M
and all I can do is stare at the clock
envisioning the mechanism inside
the inner workings of time
tick tock tick tock
hearing nothing but my breathing and the clock
only reminding me I'm still awake
I toss and I turn 
but am drawn back to the clock
it's...

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There may be a pulse coursing through the air
And bringing it justice.
 
There might be pride
Under the perplexity
Of a beautiful endeavor.
 
I see a smile
And I smile back.
I hear a laugh
That has me laugh.
 
I am in love with this world
For it's acute visions,
Coincidences
And moments...

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Nestled justly,
the thief he slumbers
sprawled spreadeagled 
upon my bed.
By witching hour
his deafening snore
drives one to ...

Lumbering lethargy....

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counting sheep, to get to sleep
racing the sunrise
Mr. Sandman, if you can
sprinkle sand into my eyes
jeepers creepers, open peepers
wide as deep blue skies
toss and turn, comfort concern
no dreams or no lies
R.E.M., I wonder when
even in darks disguise
insomniac, heart attack
sleeping would be wise
a wink, a nod,...

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