Requiem Of A Deranged Poet

[gryxzl]

Background:

This poem shows what a warped mind, devoid of sleep and high on sugar and caffeine, can accomplish.

Story:

I was working 3rd shift as manager of a convenience store, and suffering from insomnia. When I wrote this, I had been awake for 48 hours straight, with nothing in me but about 4 liters of Orange Slice (a highly-caffeinated orange soda by Pepsi, no longer produced) and 12 LARGE Little Debbie Fudge Rounds. It uses every letter in the English alphabet, purely by coincidence.

The Poem:

With neither rhyme nor reason

I cater to the call

And thrust my mighty ink-stained pen

Upon the parchment wall.

I dabble in the darkness, vexed

And whittle words once wise

And quote the thoughts that I've annexed

Amid my mind's demise.

I can't remember things forgot

When I was but a lad

When Jumbled thoughts ran cold and hot -

Zounds! I've gone quite MAD!!

Enjoy and comment...

Edited October 16, 2012 by Emotional Outlet

[† Talena Mae]

LOL

That is quite well done!

I remember all nighters... Man I had done that same thing, unable to sleep so I would sit and write. That is how my story "blood shot eyes" was named. I could not sleep and it was EARLY in the morning, so I went to save it... and could not think of a name... so I left it and went to wash my face... I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes were bloodshot... so when I got back and saw I still had to save... it was the first thing that popped into my head XD

Back on topic: Have you written anymore poems? If so I would love to read them.