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You. You.
Little loud voice.
You keep me up,
All night, with your
Little whispers.

You shift to your side
Little Tectonic shifts,
To confound my sleep,
To sully my slumber,
To drown my dreams,

You keep, you keep,
You keep me up.
You played all night
With your little big band.
Rivi Apr 2018
When the air is still
And crisp
And not a sound is heard
As the sharpest of minds
Do wander
And fixate on the absurd
When the dark is
Overpowering
And the witches thrive
Is when my soul
Starts to awaken
And I feel the most alive
Rohan P Apr 2018
her
tulips bloomed in the night,
       softer
than the paling
moon/       beams

darker silhouettes
—hers—lined the u’s
and i’s of turning. the headlights
skimmed the road, petalled
like ice.
BC Jaime Mar 2018
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
© BC Jaime 2018 || IG: @b.c.Jaime

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olive Mar 2018
the city was asleep
while i was awake
among myself but beside others

the milky moon watched
as i listened in
to the sound of a nearby open mic

i looked to the inky sky
only to find myself
feeling nothing but the absence of light

i felt myself waiting
and searching
for something seemingly impossible and inevitable

the streetlights blinded me
and i soaked
in my own exhaustion and loneliness fueled by the night
a cheesy poem i wrote over the summer and rediscovered
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2018
Sometimes when it's late.
I turn over and want to call you.
I never do.
Believing that it's best I let you rest.
In reality I need to hear your voice so I too
Can nod off into a decent sleep.
Otherwise I am tossing and turning thinking of you.
It doesn't have to stop there.
This late night call.
Ignoring the middle of the day.
Longing to hear you melt.
Even if you can't talk.
To tell you that I've found a place that I want to stay.
And that I hope you have too.
To wish you a good night.
The best kind of therapy.
A call that leads to spreading the night in your arms.
Finding the sun at night.
To tell you I love you before dozing off.
Sam Downey Feb 2018
i’ve heard of sun-downing in Alzheimer’s patients.
their symptoms get worse as the day turns to night.
this is the best description of how I feel
as the day gets darker, so does my mind.
one second I am happy,
then, the sun sets.
literally and figuratively,
my brain goes to the dark place.
the place where self worth is non-existent.
the place where everyone hates you.
the dark places joins hands with the dark
and runs you dry.
SD 2.13.18
Cana Feb 2018
here I sit
Under thatched gazebo.
Gin, Tonic and Marlboro to keep me company.
The warm air broken by cool breezes blowing off the Bahamian sea.
The sweet smell of bug spray permeating the otherwise pristine natural beauty.
It adds to the charm, like sun cream stinks of beach days.
Gently the sea makes out with the shore below me. I’d feel like I was intruding had it been any other.
Peace pervades.
All woes and doubt settle into my feet.
A far cry from where they stir unwanted feelings in my belly and heart.
I could sit here all night.
I think I will.
I could only wish to one day be able to capture the feeling I have right now of utter calm. I have to rely heavily on your imagination here as there aren’t enough words to describe perception.
Neuvalence Feb 2018
EVERDREAM
      I ask on this cold night
      What do you truly fright?
      Your expression unfazed
      by the constellation's alight

EVERCHANGE
      You say sorrow is endless
      I say freedom is nearest
      Because the power within
      truly shines brightest

EVERGREEN
      Look how the petals sway
      as it leads you to the way
      to intake the beauty
      that is here to stay
After looking back at all the hardships I've been through in my past and realizing that I was able to successfully reach out of those terrible places, I found the inspiration to create this poem.

—————V—————

The title and certain key elements were inspired by a game character: Lindis (The Sentinel) from Arena of Valor
A Feb 2018
ICe
Im drowning in the arctic sea
Im screaming but no one looks at me
The ice takes hold of my bones
I never thought I’d die alone
Im shivering my eyes to the back of my head
Im holding onto life by the hair on a thread
The waves bounce me thru blocks of ice
Oh Christ! Please let me live this once!
As I approach the edge of life
I imagine myself dropping the knife
And immediately reappear awake this time
Staring up at a Black night.
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