#latenights
Sitting on the quay
A youngster with his cig
Watches the busy ships
In sync with water's sway
He doesn’t know the moon
Or how it pulls the tides
Never knew its need to pose
With second-hand light
But he loves the flood
For it reminds
That after daily drama
There is order in the night.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
She sings and roars, bare and cold. Unknown dances in her words of old, are the distant echoes of stories untold.
Colors of brilliance shine then fade; teaching silent lessons, and in their wake a path of peace is laid.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 5:36 PM UTC
Three AM
When the eyes can close
But the minds don't shut
They say penguins can't fly
But they do
In her world, where we lived on clouds
Magic and Superpowers
Where people were real
And not.
The dark haired boy whose named she couldn't fix,
And light haired Liz, with her tall brother Will.
Sleeping in caves, hunger games style
Skipping through stories, shifting through worlds
Safe spaces,
Born within the mind
Distort reality when it hurts
'Escape realms'
Worlds change from fantasies to dreams
To insecurities, hatred and pain
But the ceiling remains the same
Dull
And plain.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 8:13 AM UTC
It is 1am,
I just played minecraft on our server,
which has mostly been abandoned.
Good memories and happy thoughts.
It is still 1am,
The discord call is muted.
The only sound is the Lo-Fi from the music bot.
I am calm.
It is 1am,
and I am thinking about how much I love my friends.
Thank you, for everything, I am glad we exist.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC
We were once well acquainted
with the wee small hours
adept at navigating neon jungles
and the deeps of kitchen philosophies
entwined with kebabs and illicit frissons,
in vino veritas conspiracies
that took weeks to unpick and apologise for
but passed
Now, if seen, those hours hold different snags,
surrounding plants are far less exotic
but familiar brambles cut deep,
immutable truths roar
when the ***** doesn’t do the talking
and morning burrs not so easily dislodged
by a full English and a million teas
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC
it gets to the point where you just
watch time escape
twelve
one
two, three,
four,five,six
seven
i can hear singing outside of my window
the birds are always happy,
those ****** birds.
please,ijustwannasleepnow
(12.27.2020)
—adrianatamara
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC
while writing my speech for a class, i realized something about myself. i was always stuck in the middle. growing up in the philippines, i was too korean to fit it with the filipinos, but i was too filipino to fit in with the koreans. i was never really thin or fat. i was sure and unsure about everything all the time. i never completely found a middle, comfortable ground to stand on. i thought i had a happy place, but i realized i didn't. i was always too lost in my thoughts to make one. i wanna learn how to be comfortable in some place. some happy place where i can rest my head, because my anxiety is not letting me sleep. i wanna learn to be comfortable in my grey zone. i want that to be my happy place. i just dont know how, which i think is a good thing. not knowing can lead to more, deeper answers. i just wish i know when im going to find it.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
T minus minus 40 cents
This rocket fuel runs hot
Like blasting ****** through your veins
Its worth its worth a shot
I did i did a 40 shot
It rung my ******* bell
It ****** it ****** me up so bad
I lost my sense of smell
My eyes are twitching outta sync
My guts my guts are clenched
I think five oh is on the porch
I hope we dont get lynched
Im absent, gone, in outer space
I wrecked my rusty rocket
I know tho know tho how **** go tho
2 spares are in my pocket
I'll take one and I'll take one
I'll stay in tight formation
And pick up pick up dime line hoes
From down in Choctaw Nation
My back my back aches constantly
From breaking rocks, I guess
I swear I swear one day one day
I'll settle down, do less
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
there are some nights
that seem to stretch for years,
eons of time spent awake
and laying listless.
a church bell rings,
four times,
and the stars shine
mercilessly overhead.
small things chirp,
and the smell of dew reaches me,
but rest refuses to come,
and i am left sleepless once more.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
When the world is far too quiet and dew has yet to coat the early morning air
And you show up as the clock strikes 3 am for the third night this week
Slurring in your own stupidity requesting bagels, uncooked with globs of butter
The way we always had them all those years ago, all those drunken nights
And you’ll claim love that you so conveniently forget to mention in sobriety
Love that we had when we were one in the same
The same love that urges me to hold your hair back
And nurse you back to feeling okay
Only to stand there stone cold, only hours later to watch you leave
In minutes that get shorter with every morning that passes
And as I clean up the only evidence of your visits
I pick apart the remainder of what we once called a relationship
Maybe one of these days I’ll take the leap from what’s comfortable into what we need
To end it
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
They kept up their banter
Pouring words on my screen
Losing yourself
in the living room
lost its cool months ago
I decided
to join them
Bundled up
to
walk
The lights grow brighter
when you're walking alone
Made it there,
late
Something started,
hot tea possibly candles?
They talked, but I felt more isolated
with them than in my living room
I would leave their alienating conversations
and walk around their house
You notice things when living alone
Like a woman's touch on their decor,
something I cannot represent
Leaving them, I left more hollow than
when I arrived
Walking in the wrong
direction home
The lights always seem to get brighter
In the dark spots
I looked up and saw them
in the sky
My long lost
brothers and sisters
All shining at me
With them I am not drifting
or empty
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
I am a prisoner within my own mind
Consciousness is what I try to find.
I feel confined within my own dreams
I see you, but I don’t know what this means!
We said all that we had to in June
I remember being comforted that night by the moon.
Though now and then
I fall apart time and time again
I don’t know if this will ever end
Because I still wish I hadn’t lost a friend.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
I have half assed memories
of mostly slurred words,
tempting me
with the curious thought:
how strange is it that our biggest fears
are centered largely
around others.
How ironic.
The sober neglect this,
But
In whisky kissed souls
these truths
cling deep.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I don’t believe in the term I love you more.
It’s either you do [love] or you don’t.
We will not be able to quantify or qualify this feeling.
All things are possible when love lives in our hearts.
Impossible dissipates into the ether.
[I think] that’s just me.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
so intense
the feelings are so intense for someone who doesn't even slightly
feel the same way
what makes me so drawn to you?
what makes you so different?
why can't i shake you?
a connection.
i don't know i just feel a connection
do you feel one too?
you make me feel like i
can get through
like i can do anything
you are more about your actions than your words
your actions show that you care
and it just makes my heart so full
my heart gets so full for you
n every night when you fall asleep,
i think to myself if this is real.
if i actually am falling for you
but i don't want to fall for you.
cause the love,
that type of love,
won't be reciprocated
there's no room for me in that
heart of yours
i don't meet the criteria
unfortunately
so i don't want to fall for you
as i'll only be hurting myself in the process,
causing my heart to ache as much as my forearm.
to be completely torn apart
i don't know how to get rid of you
and i don't want to get rid of you
i don't want to let you go
but how do i dispose of this love from here?
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
one minuscule action
spoke to her
one thousand words
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Swilled soda at 11pm at night
Wondering why I lie there at 3
Tossing turning
Decisions made far to late
Wrappers
In the trash can
Calories on the waist
Wondering why I ate that last bag of Pretzel M & M;s
Credit card limits reached
Then wondering why I didn’t spend the money on something more constructive
Lyft rides instead of the bus
Sizzling, slices
Each and every morning
Delicious squealing goodness
Whining and wishing
Hours of daydream
Hawkeye, Radar and hot lips on my tv
Because books would take to much time
And probably make me think
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like.
I admire people like him.
But I’m not one of them.
I meet people I don’t like every day.
It just happens.
Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say.
“You have a lot of little grudges.”
My neighbor for example, banging the trash can lids
Outside my window
Two in the morning
Not that it woke me up
But I get up to look
Peek down there
Naturally nosey person that I am
And he’s pushing pushing
What in hell is he pushing at that hour?
So, Will Rogers I am not.
I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Those days
When we spoke
Late into the nights
And I could cry
Into the phone
Like on your shoulders
Your voice
Soothing
Carassing
My insecurities
My heart, deeply hurt
I don't know
If that mattered to you
Or you even cared
Yet, I'm thankful
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC