i stay up late,
to twiddle the chill
that hooks onto strands of hair,
tugs them into a maze,
then expects you to find your way.
i stay up late,
to search with the silence
so my grief might melt faintly
with the remaining rumbles
that drown out this ****** world.
i stay up late,
to kiss the ember
that sails from insomniac chimneys.
i stay up late,
to see beauty
i've never found
between the dishonest daylight.
i stay up
until dawn rips into existence.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
i stay up late,
to twiddle the chill
that hooks onto strands of hair,
tugs them into a maze,
then expects you to find your way.
i stay up late,
to search with the silence
so my grief might melt faintly
with the remaining rumbles
that drown out this ****** world.
i stay up late,
to kiss the ember
that sails from insomniac chimneys.
i stay up late,
to see beauty
i've never found
between the dishonest daylight.
i stay up
until dawn rips into existence.
my last poem was about night too, oh well
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