After 2 am Sitting outside after two in the morning Creepy crawlies move in the grass around A truck drives by with brakes squealing I wonder if inside can he hear that sound? The night is calm and relaxing out here A few hums from fans and things spinning The moon was out earlier , I took a picture I will say goodbye here , nature is calling ©Schizology

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Its after eleven It's after eleven at night Having a coffee and cigarette The streetlights are bright Night creatures all congregate Noises in the grass outside Bugs and small mammals too Some to my left that hide Others to my right maybe a few The sound of the crickets I can hear some in the distance Out in the bush and thickets Their chirps are very consistent The sounds of the darkness Many different cracks and creaks Engines revving the fastest The gasoline smell really reeks ©Schizology

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After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology

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After 2 am Sitting outside after two in the morning Creepy crawlies move in the grass around A truck drives by with brakes squealing I wonder if inside can he hear that sound? The night is calm and relaxing out here A few hums from fans and things spinning The moon was out earlier , I took a picture I will say goodbye here , nature is calling ©Schizology

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Its after eleven It's after eleven at night Having a coffee and cigarette The streetlights are bright Night creatures all congregate Noises in the grass outside Bugs and small mammals too Some to my left that hide Others to my right maybe a few The sound of the crickets I can hear some in the distance Out in the bush and thickets Their chirps are very consistent The sounds of the darkness Many different cracks and creaks Engines revving the fastest The gasoline smell really reeks ©Schizology

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After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology

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