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 Sep 2015 Qisya
lou
night
 Sep 2015 Qisya
lou
heavy dark curtains
tired swollen eyelids
hideout under duvet
sound of passing car
-
craving the dulling freedom
in the blurry paradise of nights

begging; let me in
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Casey Winchester
Light moves and night steals.
In the night,
Time stands still;
It wobbles and caresses a broken seal.

The moon falls and gives a goal -
To live your life is your only trial.
In the night, time is a companion:
It whistles and sends a knoll.

The darkness is a lonely cavern -
It swirls in spirals intriguing a lonely wayward orphan.
It pummels the ground.
In the night, it engulfs the land in an endless tavern.

In the night, you are trapped.
Your dream is your alibi;
There is no escape unless you find yourself in the light -
Unless the light is tapped.

Sail a ship;
In the night, there are crinkles in the waves -
They **** and sink,
They wear their blade on their hip.

There are hallows;
There are taunts and burdens to carry;
In the night, there are monsters -
There are shallows.

Even though the darkness is tight,
And the fear is illuminated -
The world is at peace;
In the night.
An older poem of mine. :)
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Transparent Night
And as the sun sets,
All was at ease
Realization hit me
That nothing was in the dark
And that
We don't need the sun to light the day,
We only need stars

Because just like my soul
*It craves darkness and a little flicker for anchor
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Red Bergan
As the Night is drawn,
In the spectacles of my mind.
I stand alone,
In the shadows of light.

My eyes turn to the moon,
Whose gaze is pallid and ghastly.
Now they shift,
Becoming Scarlet irsises.

I am a beast of the night,
The nocturnal moon is my call.
To summon from sleep,
And all.

Nocturnal forever.
A girl of the night.
I am the one in the shadows.
I fight for that right.
Rawr Night owl!!!
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Sherry Asbury
Night
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Sherry Asbury
It is a sky of ice scattered on velvet,
spreading its soft, dense blanket
up and to the edges of the universe.
Moon - a mirror for the gods to peer into,
reflecting slices of light that shine.
Treetop fingers write shadowy messages
across the silence of night.
Still as breath held in anticipation,
the night huddles and hovers over all.
Soft winds sing a lullaby to the ears
of all who are awake to hear its tune.
Earth sighs deeply in pleasure
and spins on its stick with rhythm.
Such beauty as this night, wasted
for the lack of eyes to appreciate.
I love night - but live in large city and cannot go out.
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Philia
Good Night.
 Sep 2015 Qisya
Philia
The moon rise,
it appears in a beautiful dawn sky..

The sky is getting darker,
as the stars start to blink their shine..

I saw you there,
At the corner of the alley,
waving to me..

And I know for sure,
It's gonna be a good night.
Your smile is calming me down,
as I walk down to you..

I'm falling for you,
*all over again..
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