Glitters on the bags at night do shimmer,
While the eyes with tiredness do glimmer.

Drinkers of devilish drinks at times of night,
Are drinking nightly, behind bars imprisoned.

At night the mind's at rest,
While away from the rest.

HEY SOCIETY,
you don't really like us, so what do we do?
so we give in to stringing up all of our words
from our emotions and call it poetry
the same poetry that is left on the doorstep
at strictly three o'clock am in the morn
with the corners of the dollar store notebook torn
hey society, how about you share some of our
deep inner pain's blame?

SINCERELY,
the chaotic souls,
adrenaline junkies,
cursed delinquents,
paranoid teens,
and fluorescent adolescents.

The moon's like a 'C', the strips like a 'I'
The bridge's like a 'T', the ways like a 'Y'.

Our eyes met, hearts knew.      Signals flashed like code
bound with beautiful,      arresting silence.