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I'm writing this because I can't sleep with everything buzzing in my mind.
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An older poem from 2009. Originally called "Sickness" One of my more popular ones among my peers at the time. I was very angst-ridden back then. Well, I still am now. :) Enjoy.
A small poem for Insomnia Stricken People.
Insomnia accompanied with memories of things better forgotten. I have always had a hard time sleeping, and this is the way I feel. I know everyone can relate:D
A young man rides the subway at midnight to escape the voices in his head and meets a beautiful girl.
A realization of what I am.
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 24, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Eileen Mcguinness
Noise is a modern day curse,on the one hand it shows that humans are busy but it can be disruptive to our lives and especially our sleep patterns.The daily noise of banging doors and dogs barking is one thing.In winter we still have an icecream man that visits and the din from his vehicle's...
"Are you happy?" "I honestly couldn't tell you what happiness feels like anymore"
I'm gonna start writing about myself,the troubles i have in my last years of depression,hope you guys like it :)
A poem on my struggles with sleep. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
I am an insomniac who used to have very frequent headaches. This lead me to believe that I was going insane, which scared me to death. Fortunately, however, my migraines have become MUCH less frequent since writing this poem and my insomnia is not a severe as it used to be.
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 0
This is just when I have nothing to do or no one to talk to. Random thoughts and events from me. I'm guessing this will end up like a diary, but it wasn't originally supposed to be one. xx
This is just a bunch of things I was thinking about at a certain period of time. I think I would give my thanks to Edwin Congreave for some of this, but it'd do me no good.
Stanly has run away from everything in his small town to california and now wants to start a new life no strings attached! Until he falls for a girl who is everything that he's not.