It’s hazy tonight as the quarter half moon glows
I grip the edges tight as the moist wind gently blows
Sitting on the rocks of the roof with soft hushed voices
Suddenly not caring about making the wrong choices
The cityscape is faint under shrouds of cool grey mist
I think of all these moments that I know I could’ve missed
My friends sit close and look up, staring up to find the stars
Me pointing out the landmarks, all of them sitting out so far
A moment of sisterhood and rebellion that we have never shared
We pull our shirts and bras off as if we had never cared
We three expose ourselves to the world that softly sleeps
This memory is ours, and it’s only ours to keep.

I’ve never truly been diagnosed
But I have some troubles
Some ability to scare the living **** out of myself with my mind every single night

Can never fully sleep without something happening
Shall it be scratching, moaning, pounding on the walls
Shadows, demons, or just my own self getting me
Maybe voices or images, the thought of disasters
A nightmare, body pains, or just my own mind not wanting me to sleep

Pains in my chest that hurt worse with every beat
Or maybe the sense of a presence looking over me
I haven’t got a clue for the cause of these nighttime fiascos
but it’s something every night
The only source of release is when I turn on my phone to see a text from the person I love
And even so, though it feels like a boundaries around me, I know something is out there waiting for me to turn off the lit screen and be face to face with the  terrors that keep me awake at night

Cold
Not warm
not hot
not room temperature
but cold
My favorite feeling is the feeling of cold
the frostbite I get on my fingertips
and the icy touch from the frigid weather
Or just feeling your hand on my skin giving me goosebumps

Cold
Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by it
Makes me fond of cold
Just the word alone fills me with sense of relaxation
Thinking about the bitter cold from biting into a popsicle
Or the thin lining of ice on top of ice cream
Maybe the lonely feeling I got when you up and left me

Cold
White clouds in a sea that rains down hail and icicles
Dried tears that are still felt across flaming hot cheeks
Or freezing fear and relief I got knowing I’ll never see you again
For you’ve cause pain in my life

Cold
I was comforted by it
I was hurt
Confused and scared
And now nothing

Cold
It’s just a word that describes a feeling
I’ve been cold many times
Love, anger, disappointment, disgust
Coldness was there
And still is till this day
For I cannot wash away coldness
As it was buried deep within me
Since the first life changing memory was made

You are simply a metaphor, Mr. Moon.
Your dark light upon the sky up above... Romantic, yet partially unavailable.
When I see you, I suppose you're alright. Your blissful rays have seen better days though, I think.

the night brings
with its glittering sky
cricket choir
lightning bug

The light breeze
wakes the sleeping palm
the orb weaver
spins its lacework

A cat sits
tail wrapped
sniffing the dew
of the night-blooming jasmine

In the center
eyes closed
deep breath in
slow breath out

legs one under
the other hands
to the side
eye open

He soars above
the chirping chorus
the solitary cat
above the weaver

Over the palm
with the lightning bug
the scent of jasmine
ignites his aura

He is one
with the stars
He soars
Free