#nyctophilia
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.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
i could sleep
if i wanted to
but why would i
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
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
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
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.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
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
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
I have painted upon myself wings
In the fabric of the diaphanous street
Locked her inside the room of mirrors
Laid her where the floor creaks
In the shadow of an eye
A few last diamonds lined her beam
While I'm staring at the canvas, I fear
The unsettling shrill of a midnight scream
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
When my head is pounding & my heart is throbbing,
when it seems like a good idea to drink my sorrows away till the next morning.
When the constant pain just starts to get worse every time you cross my mind.
It’s not midnight sadness anymore,
it’s morning & afternoon sadness that i can never get over.
You were my anti-depressant & now that you are gone
I crave you more than anything & i’m sadder than I ever were.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Sometimes the night is so quiet
feels like it's demanding us
to disperse into its chasm
like the seeds of silence
and caressed by the darkness
A perfect zilch to be within
leaving me with a kind of abscess that only a deadly cold could favour me such
and me lying and enduring the abyss.....
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Shadows of my reflection. I found bliss in crawling on walls freely, camouflaging with the dark and the moon's exposure whereby my identity surfaced.
My emancipation from the mundane. Stay right beside you though you aren't around,I repetitively question who am I? We're one yet separate entities. I enjoy knowing you're around though at times you disappear when I'm in the dark. (Erase the last line)I'm appreciative of the shelter you provide. There was harmony in my resonance with nyctophilia.
You're always here with me. I'm always here with you. Nothing contrary to that.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
there's something about the way
the night calls to me
i see the dark skies
there's no birds chirping
and you can't see flowers either
but it has its own beauty
the way the stars shine
or how the moon seems
to know your secrets
it holds a kind of mystery
beckoning me to solve the case
(s.a.)
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
I find peace
I find solace
I find comfort
In the arms
Of a cold, icy night.
My face unfolding the crease
That it wears all day long
But cringing underneath
At the thought of sticks and stones
Ringing like a disturbing song.
I find love
In the whispers of the wind.
I find desire
In the darkness of the sky.
The eerie silence
It brings me hope.
I day dream
In the darkest hours
Right before dawn,
Because I know not
What deep sleep means anymore.
I see colours
I see red I see blue
I see black I see truth.
When the moon comes out
And stars, they flicker
Being surrounded by fallen angels
Sending out dreamy gazes
Giving me more might
Than the brightest summer day will ever.
Within myself I shout
I let out my unrest inside, alone.
I don't just love the night,
I connect with it.
I have no inhibitions
The night makes life worth living.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC