#atnight - Hello Poetry

At night while in bed You lie awake with dread But dream sleepy head Can't Sleep. I just can’t sleep Can I Call? No not today... I'm At My Limit. My head hurts Will it ever stop? School is fine right now But my heart isn't I'm at my limit

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

jazlyn-jordan

At Night

At night while in bed You lie awake with dread But dream sleepy head Can't Sleep. I just can’t sleep Can I Call? No not today... I'm At My Limit. My head hurts Will it ever stop? School is fine right now But my heart isn't I'm at my limit

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Onions peel off Layers by layers In a disarmingly Bittersweet way. It's like personas Beguiling Their players, Let crusty skins Come over Eventually. As ****** moths Flickering, Tenderly knitting A warm deadly Nightshade Over the moon. It's like everyone Mingling, Eagerly laying Crosses over naughts In a human Para bellum.

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC

elsielee

When at night

Onions peel off Layers by layers In a disarmingly Bittersweet way. It's like personas Beguiling Their players, Let crusty skins Come over Eventually. As ****** moths Flickering, Tenderly knitting A warm deadly Nightshade Over the moon. It's like everyone Mingling, Eagerly laying Crosses over naughts In a human Para bellum.

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it's at night - when the world is still, when the only sound echoing through your mind is the ticking of the clock, when everyone is asleep - that things really start to feel more alive than ever. - v.m

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC

violetmarkey

alive

it's at night - when the world is still, when the only sound echoing through your mind is the ticking of the clock, when everyone is asleep - that things really start to feel more alive than ever. - v.m

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The day lights are turning down a dark citrus sky 4: 38 pm, just as predicted The clouds are orange with snow Rain jacket polyester pants beanie Where are my gloves? I'm going for a walk. Uphill towards the woods it seems my feet are one step ahead of me my legs know where to go I know there are no lights to guide me. I know Jesse said there was a bear yesterday, just down the street. I know I have no protection. But I'm at the edge of the woods now and I feel them beckon Is it the trees? Is it me? I have to walk this path. I can feel each step slower more hesitant than the last My stride, stalling I'm getting closer my eyes scan the darkness frantically producing shapes of beasts that aren't there I have to walk this path. I flip my hood onto my back I need to hear. I stuff my beanie into my pocket I flex my ears to listen. Every sense is at attention. Is that my heart beat? Far enough, I decide. I stop to see slow-falling snow. A forest of dusky pines wavering in the wind. A swirl berry sky. My fear has turned to wonder. My eyes are that of a camera each blink- the shudder of a snapshot. I stop and look back three times, on my way out swearing to never forget how exhilarating it is to be alive. I have to walk this path.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC

samyarb

Night Woods

The day lights are turning down a dark citrus sky 4: 38 pm, just as predicted The clouds are orange with snow Rain jacket polyester pants beanie Where are my gloves? I'm going for a walk. Uphill towards the woods it seems my feet are one step ahead of me my legs know where to go I know there are no lights to guide me. I know Jesse said there was a bear yesterday, just down the street. I know I have no protection. But I'm at the edge of the woods now and I feel them beckon Is it the trees? Is it me? I have to walk this path. I can feel each step slower more hesitant than the last My stride, stalling I'm getting closer my eyes scan the darkness frantically producing shapes of beasts that aren't there I have to walk this path. I flip my hood onto my back I need to hear. I stuff my beanie into my pocket I flex my ears to listen. Every sense is at attention. Is that my heart beat? Far enough, I decide. I stop to see slow-falling snow. A forest of dusky pines wavering in the wind. A swirl berry sky. My fear has turned to wonder. My eyes are that of a camera each blink- the shudder of a snapshot. I stop and look back three times, on my way out swearing to never forget how exhilarating it is to be alive. I have to walk this path.

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