Can't see bed for sleep

You get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Get some water
And you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Make some tea
Then you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Make some supper
And you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Since it's morning

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Friend Gone off to Battle

How goes with you old friend?
Found your way in the end?
Was fury enough to get you there,
and safely back again?

Did your enemy fall,
cast down from towers tall?
Was vengeance all what was promised you,
and peace come to you then?

Was brave enough for you,
a heart enough for two?
As you steel flesh with bold persistence,
and stronger yet than ten?

I hope that you succeed,
in all you want and need.
That kin and foe bow low before you,
snatching the hearts of men.

I hope that it goes well,
deliver you from hell,
and you can tell of your adventures,
when you come back again.

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Un-innocent

and you
when it happens to you
aah, then it matters
then, and only then
oh how you cry
how hurt you are
but when you do it
when you hurt others
suddenly you're steel
the unmoving creature
never the cause
always the victim
even when you hurt
others bleed at your hand
you are not blameless

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Poetweet: Hilarity ensues

So there is this website called Poetweet that arranges your tweets as poetry. Try it. It's silly but fun. And sometimes in the randomness something really profound, if you're into that sort of thing.

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Insomnia

Welcome to the land Insomnia.
Drink of our wakeful wells.
And be reborn in this utopia,
where the wakeful mood swells.

Uncomfortable pillow, tangled sheet:
these are our mountainous boundaries.
The sweat soaked summer's heat,
industry to our foundries.
All cramped in restless feet
our business women and secretaries.

We run a well oiled machine,
to keep you here,
to keep you awake.

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For what She cried

tonight i saw with my own eyes
how bone and flesh became a ghost
and manifests as all else dies
to which i played unwitting host

i looked into those eyes tonight
Her soul hidden in clandestine places
creeping there in plainest sight
with myriad masks and smiling faces

She came here late, at half past two
so pale as Russian sage is grey
Her eyes as faded Faassen's hue
Her visage nearly washed away

She cried before the hour passed
She'd left before i said a thing
returning as that sheerest ghast
She sang herself the sidhe again

Her night time call as subtle cries
that draws all colour from the street
at once will punch that puerile pride
and sweep the bravest off their feet

you think you know for what She cries
what promises Her womb had made
in swaddled cloth and deadened eyes
so warped from a Mother to a shade

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