nitelite - Hello Poetry

in dark, overhead light looms and lingers her ivory eyes cast upon my back. it is not by warmth of day that i know she watches, but by all i see, wherever my mind goes, her gaze follows and washes it alight.

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May 13

May 13, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC

moon

in dark, overhead light looms and lingers her ivory eyes cast upon my back. it is not by warmth of day that i know she watches, but by all i see, wherever my mind goes, her gaze follows and washes it alight.

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does long-sought summer simmer more with yearning? should not a reckless desire unbound plead for unlearning? does not a whisper of a breeze upon a scorched blacktop race through the stillness of youth, fickly departing without a trace? these things shall pass, only while they're good as the expanse of outside accelerates beyond youth's neighborhood and a last enduring moment clings for dear life as it darts between time and space upon nostalgia's wings. it is only after the last drop of lunar luster upon the chilled earth dissipates that rich amber rays sprawl from a horizon such that the night falls and dawn breaks and so should not the end of one story plead for another to awaken from slumber? as one smile fades should there not be another to turn back the first day of summer? Now I've grown, Yes, summer was that smile.

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Sep 16, 2021

Sep 16, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC

mixed emotion

does long-sought summer simmer more with yearning? should not a reckless desire unbound plead for unlearning? does not a whisper of a breeze upon a scorched blacktop race through the stillness of youth, fickly departing without a trace? these things shall pass, only while they're good as the expanse of outside accelerates beyond youth's neighborhood and a last enduring moment clings for dear life as it darts between time and space upon nostalgia's wings. it is only after the last drop of lunar luster upon the chilled earth dissipates that rich amber rays sprawl from a horizon such that the night falls and dawn breaks and so should not the end of one story plead for another to awaken from slumber? as one smile fades should there not be another to turn back the first day of summer? Now I've grown, Yes, summer was that smile.

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dimming violet and orange edges upon slanted sidewalks for an uphill walk home, tonight's "lastness" is violent, it's all I that I know, replaying the sole sound of a front door slowly being closed. as the light between the night and the horizon ebbs, what's left becomes outer space, the milky way flowing in. I could drink the sight, but with a shot of spite, or bittersweetness, or some other Way to rephrase our immense distance. mourning is not quite the word, as the odds between me and the earth felt like they were evening. This world had given But it's unclear if it takes For I didn't lose the present, I just put memories away. Last night Simply means the night before now Even if it's our last night We'll last through it somehow

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Aug 28, 2021

Aug 28, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC

Last

dimming violet and orange edges upon slanted sidewalks for an uphill walk home, tonight's "lastness" is violent, it's all I that I know, replaying the sole sound of a front door slowly being closed. as the light between the night and the horizon ebbs, what's left becomes outer space, the milky way flowing in. I could drink the sight, but with a shot of spite, or bittersweetness, or some other Way to rephrase our immense distance. mourning is not quite the word, as the odds between me and the earth felt like they were evening. This world had given But it's unclear if it takes For I didn't lose the present, I just put memories away. Last night Simply means the night before now Even if it's our last night We'll last through it somehow

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Waiting For the shadow of the earth To drink the sunlight from my room So you can light it up With a little light on my phone Waiting For other voices to fade to white I could listen to yours all night Even if its just vibrations Or my specially set ringtone

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Aug 21, 2021

Aug 21, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC

I wait

Waiting For the shadow of the earth To drink the sunlight from my room So you can light it up With a little light on my phone Waiting For other voices to fade to white I could listen to yours all night Even if its just vibrations Or my specially set ringtone

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so there's this girl, as there is the moon, and a rain lily who in her light blooms. so there's this girl and stars raining light, flooding the oceans, making dawn of midnight. so there's this girl, rising anew like the sun, over earth her winds run, retracing what she's spun.

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Aug 14, 2021

Aug 14, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC

Breeze

so there's this girl, as there is the moon, and a rain lily who in her light blooms. so there's this girl and stars raining light, flooding the oceans, making dawn of midnight. so there's this girl, rising anew like the sun, over earth her winds run, retracing what she's spun.

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a lavender light brushes by a crested sky, withering toils though the weathered roads crack still in our tread home, the sky turns alone. verdant cascades fall from lush rounded peaks above rolling hills dive deep with oneiric breaths, from rivers to the roots who echo ebbs & flows

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Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC

camp

a lavender light brushes by a crested sky, withering toils though the weathered roads crack still in our tread home, the sky turns alone. verdant cascades fall from lush rounded peaks above rolling hills dive deep with oneiric breaths, from rivers to the roots who echo ebbs & flows

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wading crests across concrete as heat waves ripple forth, then retreat the colony marches against the sun, whose arrhythmic beating of heat was conquered by the column. scattering and scrambling over the dead so as not to meet them so soon, disjointed reception of pheromones left a sole fool mistakenly on the moon march on, even on the moon so sharp, even alone or through the dark, for death’s favor is earned only in cowardice and so painlessness becomes powerlessness as the heat-distorted pavement stretches on

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC

pavement

wading crests across concrete as heat waves ripple forth, then retreat the colony marches against the sun, whose arrhythmic beating of heat was conquered by the column. scattering and scrambling over the dead so as not to meet them so soon, disjointed reception of pheromones left a sole fool mistakenly on the moon march on, even on the moon so sharp, even alone or through the dark, for death’s favor is earned only in cowardice and so painlessness becomes powerlessness as the heat-distorted pavement stretches on

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moving on to eighteen, lost in loving a velvet silhouette of a dream. with hands off the world as it open-heartedly spins winds and rings and pearls, delft blue skies dim down & done leaving in the care of the night the light refracted from the sun. shadows blurred to one behind closed eyes, where reality subsided, relighting beloved falsehoods in mind: instants of fleeting transient sparks abscond tips of fireworks in air with scarce care whilst piercing dark. but alas blinding sun returns, flooding down reality sustained, killing all sparks without a single one extinguished. lost in love, then loved & lost enveloped in limits, submitting to sunfall.

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC

shadowlove

moving on to eighteen, lost in loving a velvet silhouette of a dream. with hands off the world as it open-heartedly spins winds and rings and pearls, delft blue skies dim down & done leaving in the care of the night the light refracted from the sun. shadows blurred to one behind closed eyes, where reality subsided, relighting beloved falsehoods in mind: instants of fleeting transient sparks abscond tips of fireworks in air with scarce care whilst piercing dark. but alas blinding sun returns, flooding down reality sustained, killing all sparks without a single one extinguished. lost in love, then loved & lost enveloped in limits, submitting to sunfall.

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round and round and round we'd go say you're too lost so you couldn't go started out hot but it ended cold believed in the lies but i should have known flashback to my days when i still had friends all night riding our bikes until like 10 pm though I'm pretty sure it was all pretend last in the game you said we could win counting down the days, you left just to be safe and who is there to blame when i was just me in the first place how do i say i was in for the ride when you said this was worst time in your life now you're on your own never breaking a stride now you mind your own, and i mind what's left of mine never really had a proper date never shared something to celebrate now you got fancy schools with fancy gates choosing me in the first place was a mistake counting all the days first i couldn't believe it saying we'd still be friends course you didn't mean it the more it hurts the more you know part of growing up is learning to let go bit by bit im learning how to show the side of my smile only you woulda known more than months since we last talked sometimes i wonder if i needed you after all now we're so far you seem pretty small but id be lying if i said i don't want you to call counting all the stars as a newfound past time sometimes i reminisce of when you were still mine still mine

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May 18, 2020

May 18, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC

springing swing, wistful miss

round and round and round we'd go say you're too lost so you couldn't go started out hot but it ended cold believed in the lies but i should have known flashback to my days when i still had friends all night riding our bikes until like 10 pm though I'm pretty sure it was all pretend last in the game you said we could win counting down the days, you left just to be safe and who is there to blame when i was just me in the first place how do i say i was in for the ride when you said this was worst time in your life now you're on your own never breaking a stride now you mind your own, and i mind what's left of mine never really had a proper date never shared something to celebrate now you got fancy schools with fancy gates choosing me in the first place was a mistake counting all the days first i couldn't believe it saying we'd still be friends course you didn't mean it the more it hurts the more you know part of growing up is learning to let go bit by bit im learning how to show the side of my smile only you woulda known more than months since we last talked sometimes i wonder if i needed you after all now we're so far you seem pretty small but id be lying if i said i don't want you to call counting all the stars as a newfound past time sometimes i reminisce of when you were still mine still mine

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I love the sound of the highway Filling in the void between voices, Like a sense of insurance, a reminder that there are always people Out on their way somewhere. Without so much as a care left in place, Perhaps for reasons more spiteful than just, The only times I feel like I’m not being forgotten Is when I’m leaving something else in the dust The sound of the road means there’s a place to go. A next, a forward, but not always for me. Of all the times in the world to not feel lost, It’s when I’m headed nowhere in particular, Just listening to the march forth others make. When headlights meet street lights, And requiescence deluges the world, Just before silence cracks through my mind, Comes rumbling clear the ambience of the road.

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC

road ambience

I love the sound of the highway Filling in the void between voices, Like a sense of insurance, a reminder that there are always people Out on their way somewhere. Without so much as a care left in place, Perhaps for reasons more spiteful than just, The only times I feel like I’m not being forgotten Is when I’m leaving something else in the dust The sound of the road means there’s a place to go. A next, a forward, but not always for me. Of all the times in the world to not feel lost, It’s when I’m headed nowhere in particular, Just listening to the march forth others make. When headlights meet street lights, And requiescence deluges the world, Just before silence cracks through my mind, Comes rumbling clear the ambience of the road.

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