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Tsuki no ume Jun 10
Gazing at the stars at night
I see their light which shines so bright
Twinkling as they fade away
As the night runs away
Far, far ,far so high
For me to reach For me to grasp
My eyes no longer can catch their light
The night is beautiful and alive
In its darkness i shall dive
Tis' is a bliss O 'thee
Countless nights, Countless dreams
When night is young ;they would sleep
But i wish to stay i wish to weep
Telling my secrets and stories
Those which i had buried so deep
Night itself is alone and dark
Through this journey ;i must embark
I am an owl of the moon
I am a wolf of the night
I hoot and howl among the trees
As shadows sing and dance with me
The night breeze brushing my skin
Tis' Freezing me to the bone
When im lost and alone
Soon the night shall fade away
The moon no longer can keep its glow
Only to whom i would bow
Now the sun conquers the sky
But im a creature of the night
With this darkness i must die
Its my fate and destiny
When its light i cant breathe
But when the night kisses me
I shall dream i shall flee
Far from sun Far from light
As long as the night;i am alive.
                   __tsuki no ume~
Damocles Jun 8
Why has the night become synonymous with all the ways I wish I could paint by numbers,
Cross the stars to trace your face?

Could I be so certain that the dark contrasts that bleed our canvas wasn’t tainted by the depths we’ve dove?

When the ocean of our souls pulls us under, who would light the fire?
As the light faded to a pinhole,
Could we even see the monsters of the deep,
Waiting with open maws to swallow us whole?

No, it’s the night that takes its hold.
As the taillights streak down country roads,
I know you’ll find a way to signal me home.

Be my liberty,
Be my dream.
Find me in your melodies,
a concert of screams.
I want you to know the me,
no one has seen.

Beyond the cusps of our black mirrors. The night has become synonymous with the way we tangle endlessly.
To all the ones who love the night and have your best experiences with your loved ones at night
The Wicca Man May 18
Again today
I went to bed as the sun rose.
The creeping blue-grey dawn
signalled to me
it was time to sleep.

My sleep does not come easily though
and many a night,
I sit through the dark hours
waiting for that dawn to come.

Should I worry that my sleep
comes only as dawn breaks?

I don’t mind;
the night holds no fear for me
in fact, I relish those dark hours,
the solitude,
when all is silent,
when all is calm.

And when I do sleep,
it is fitful and fraught,
just a few fretful hours
embellished by strange visions.

And on waking,
I am not always refreshed
but the days are long enough
for a few more hours
of fretful rest
before the sun sets
and I can again enjoy
the dark hours
in my solitude.
nevaeh Oct 2020
i could sleep
if i wanted to
but why would i
nighttime is so beautiful
hannashe Jun 2019
I always miss the night
Because its able to shady
Its darkness continued the role: empty of all feelings
The moon shine brightly when not avoid the night
And starlight always shine
Hugging the night
Stephanie May 2018
Sunshine.
A beautiful sunshine
You said I am your sunshine
You keep calling me the sunshine
While I felt so loved being that sunshine,
You kept turning into a dark night of no shine
Why did you keep calling me sunshine
When you are a total nyctophilia.
Uncrowned King Dec 2016
You don't need an entitlement
You are already my favorite

When I'm deep asleep
You are mine to keep

But I always stay awake
Just to see your black array

Your nothingness gives me everything I need
And your silence gives me every reason to live

Everyone else is afraid of you,
Because you're too dark and dull

But that's not true
You're not nebulous, just blue.

You're not dull,
You're cool.

There is no room for insecurity
You are already perfect for me

I cling for your attention
I bring good intention

You're nothing but pure perfection
Try to see it in your own reflection

As I whisper your name
The moon dimmed and stars fell

Your name is so heavenly—
They close the gates of hell

You saved me from my suicidal craving,
Life has been hitting me awfully lately

The cut that life made was deeper
But you made me feel stronger

Is it an illusion?
Another perfect distraction

For my adoring death
And self-destruction

Your coldness touched my sole,
And your darkness captured my soul

I let your darkness devour me
It's no different from my misery

But that's okay,
You seem to notice me

It's enough fuel to stop my self-cruelty
Your presence is all I need
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