Painting all the stars in the dim skies
Night after night, I weave constellations
Made of faerie dust & secret incantations, made of alchemy & love
No living thing stirs in this hood of darkness, a renewal as a new moon rises
Heavy silence stirs, revealing the depths of my emotions to the early heavens
Immersed in a solo headphone concert, I slowly fade under the silencing tune
Waking eyes squinting at the dim yet piercing light of the phone screen
"4am" the time in the right corner of the phone retorts passively
I shuffle to the edge of my room
Stretching emphatically, making unnecessary noise from nighttime slumber
To wake up for the day or return to slumber is the million dollar question
Rotting in bed sheets of cold indecision
Or lie awake in a sea of sleeping tongues
Caffeine whispers it's sweet good mornings, calling me down the dark stair
Burnt, bitter steam rises to my nostrils as the coffee brews slowly
Eyes shift into positive focus
I sink into my thinking chair
Hearing the mild squeak as I obsess, I slowly rock to the beat of the melancholy
I retreat to my world of words & poetry
Where my words express the black & white jagged layers of a broken rose
Whether Heaven's light or Hell's empire of pain lashings that never cease
I lie in a wake of tears, unknowingness ripples just below the surface
Biting at my skin a thousand times
A wound of horror I grieve at morning's impending return
Sequential days of tantrums seizes me
Early grumblings erupt from inside my heart's internal monologue
I lean beyond the sash & curtains
Face gently presses against the window
Searching the skies for the wondrous ball of light
A pale face surveys the Moon's surface
Half moon lights the way whistfully
A path to the wandering labyrinth of destiny; where humanity now lies
Extinguish this ever growing flame of doubt that constrains my blackened soul
The blur between the lines awakens me
A saviour necessitates my allegiance
Waking to alleviate the nightmares
& put this sleepless lament to rest
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
Painting all the stars in the dim skies
Night after night, I weave constellations
Made of faerie dust & secret incantations, made of alchemy & love
No living thing stirs in this hood of darkness, a renewal as a new moon rises
Heavy silence stirs, revealing the depths of my emotions to the early heavens
Immersed in a solo headphone concert, I slowly fade under the silencing tune
Waking eyes squinting at the dim yet piercing light of the phone screen
"4am" the time in the right corner of the phone retorts passively
I shuffle to the edge of my room
Stretching emphatically, making unnecessary noise from nighttime slumber
To wake up for the day or return to slumber is the million dollar question
Rotting in bed sheets of cold indecision
Or lie awake in a sea of sleeping tongues
Caffeine whispers it's sweet good mornings, calling me down the dark stair
Burnt, bitter steam rises to my nostrils as the coffee brews slowly
Eyes shift into positive focus
I sink into my thinking chair
Hearing the mild squeak as I obsess, I slowly rock to the beat of the melancholy
I retreat to my world of words & poetry
Where my words express the black & white jagged layers of a broken rose
Whether Heaven's light or Hell's empire of pain lashings that never cease
I lie in a wake of tears, unknowingness ripples just below the surface
Biting at my skin a thousand times
A wound of horror I grieve at morning's impending return
Sequential days of tantrums seizes me
Early grumblings erupt from inside my heart's internal monologue
I lean beyond the sash & curtains
Face gently presses against the window
Searching the skies for the wondrous ball of light
A pale face surveys the Moon's surface
Half moon lights the way whistfully
A path to the wandering labyrinth of destiny; where humanity now lies
Extinguish this ever growing flame of doubt that constrains my blackened soul
The blur between the lines awakens me
A saviour necessitates my allegiance
Waking to alleviate the nightmares
& put this sleepless lament to rest
blackcatpoetry 2026
