Pretty Prozac Pearls

A Poem by Morney

Your greens,
your yellows,
you're rather pretty.

My bedtime partner.
I can count on you.
You're no trouble,
I take you as easy as that
(A sip of water slips
you inside me)

I am you.
Or are you me?

Keep me quiet,
slow me down,
artificial sanity.

Pull my hair out,
paint my sleep black,
shriek my nightmares.

Creativity leaves.

© 2008 Morney

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Added on March 10, 2008

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Morney

London, United Kingdom

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I'm 38 years young. Born in Scotland, grew up in London. Still live in London, with a few knitted plants and 2 feather boas (one hot pink, one purple). I do have other things too, like plates and a be.. more..