A.M Insanity Poem by Logan Lavenets

A.M Insanity



A.m insanity.
1 o'clock
I got the late night a.m stress,
Words sky falling off my chest,
hair is a mess,
Aggravated, who's the best,
I just wanna get some rest,
Eyes blood shot red,
Seeing criminal stories of running from the Feds,
I just wanna hit the wall with my face,
Minds into a bad state with the pace,
Thoughts and hopes are laced but my dreams are a waste like running water,
flipping quarters praying to see if I'll have a son or daughter,
2 a.m
Fingernail biting bible reciting,
Hopes declining,
Bipolar thoughts uprising,
Hiding from the ghost that dwell in room so I assume I'll be safe in a corner,
Thinking of a new world order,
While imaging do my flows fly and drop harder then mortars,
Hallucinations trapped in a portal to a better place instead of a paper chase,
Who knew flowers don't need to look beautiful in a vase,
Trapped in a phase,
can't even think strait so I concentrate with the a.d.h.d getting at me,
V.S.P isn't a team is it?
When I say **** god do I mean it?
I can't keep two bars on one subject,
So I gotta reject the reject to be the best yet to the contest.
3am
Singing to the 1960s
Next to Michael Jackson,
Punching my poetry book to make my words transform into actions,
Licking the VCR to get dust-mites sexual attractions,
Man I failed math so what's the fraction to make a world seem like a satisfaction.
They say I'm biggie smalls or 2pacs reincarnation but I see no similarities and if you don't knowwwwww now you knowwwww like biggie once said I have the am insanity.
But who is they?
The spirits uprise out of a ashtray or is it smoke,
They provoked that I should stay up late so they grasp my neck and make me choke.
4 a.m
Gasping for air,
room closing in but I can't help but stare,
Should I go to sleep? What if I have nightmares.
What if I never wake up and my life is just made up.
Am I just a copy like play-doh taking off print from a newspaper,
I grab the stapler.
No no no to self harm so I treasure it like a lucky charm.
I hear my father's alarm,
its 5am
Jp are you okay?
Yes, yes, yes, please stay away I said to they.
'We wanna play',
Well wanna find mental aid,
asked the illuminati take my soul I need sleep,
they said nope get off your feet to your knees.
May rest be with the,
to worship the almighty we,
the illuminati.
You could say I have the a.m insanity.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is a very late night poem where I had many intense thoughts through the a.m part of night. So I decided to right them down on paper, you may say this is a rap but in my opinion I don't think it has the perfect flow for it so I kept it short and simple as a poem.
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