"nightfalls" poems
60 sunshines, 59 nightfalls till I face the day
40 topics held in to regurgitate,
**** and span for the marker man to give a brother a break.
Wait, I ain't done
Got anxiety about two more chores in head
Not to ***** and moan but *******
Getting tired of this ****
What's the point to push if you don't know where to go
Blindful blissful ignorance?
They say, and you go.
What subject?
What ever is most respected.
What job?
What ever brings financial comfort.
What about this?
Nah, you ain't good at that.
And so you sulk ever so distracted
Hearing the drip drop taps, splat on to the sink.
The metallic ting of the radiator reverberates as dormant inner silence sings.
Forever more.
A didactic sore for the ears,
Apologies in advance,
Though regardless you must hear it.
Never run to please others
Rather, focus and listen to the deep.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
I can't wait 'til
Nightfalls
Tonight
I will
Construct nightmares
So insane
Phantoms couldn't fathom
Fantasies make foul turns
Fascination fails
You'll frail frantically
Your chain of the thoughts
Become a train
Derailed
From Loco motives
Your emotions
Are now
Monstrous motifs
Built moments
Before happiness
You'll stare
In terror eyes
Scared as cats
You scratch
Along the wood floor
Forced
Through dark corridors
The doors
Horror tore off the hinges
You're inches away
From no longer living
As soon
As you've given
Yourself away
I take
And make worse!
Death dances
At arms lengths
I've never seen someone
so anxious
To reach
Too anguished to speak
How shall I satisfy?
This shallow heart
Is empty
But simply filled the rows
Of this cathedral
With people
Who payed
To see the price
You've payed
I guess,
Hell sales
This thriller will terrify
Eye's should stay confined
When I
Comply to my conscience
Can science comfort you
It claims this isn't real
Well
It really helped me
Make you feel
Comfortable enough
To sleep
Deeply
Anesthesia
Will be the
Reason for your sweet retreat
As soon as your
Sound asleep
I'll compile vile thoughts
And send you on a journey
With intent
Of you never returning
A one-way trip
From float, freight or flight
As long as it brings
Fright
By mars at night
Where nightmares
Are the day
And you're fearful of it's sight
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 11:37 PM UTC
We watch the perpetual war in the sky
The vivid colors of the gods
Bleeding before the mountains
A sultry foreshadow of nightfalls' catastrophe
He waits for the Suns' demise
Under the Gemini Moon
My Twin Legs split open
Wolves echo in synchronicities of
Madness
In the morning I call for Zeus
God of Thunder
Crack the earth open
Let my lovers fall to the underworld of your brothers
Wash the scents of greed from my hair
And the hyrogliphic bite marks from my thighs
Or bare my soul to wind
Starvation and feast
It all tastes like love
under the Yellowstone moon.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
*Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the -
stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change -
their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon
Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay
trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach
and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower
Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways*
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
I didn't turn the faucet off
And thought about life flowing
How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going
Only in the second there in all my glory showing
But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing
I turned the faucet on
So I could hear it flow again
The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend
It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end
And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends
And we spin
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
And we spin, and we spin.
I kick up the sawdust
So with the dirt I'd see the sun
And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun
Hoping knowing when they settle
This morning isn't the only one
Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun
I start to make more sawdust
Building what? I've yet to know
But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole
So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold
And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told
And we spin
Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip
And we spin, and we spin.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
I left home to search for an endless road
and I will go wherever it may take me.
Through visible and invisible,
I'll rain new rivers out of many seas,
and sleep deep dreams under the willow trees.
Through sunless mornings and many nightfalls,
I'll wander true places that host lair to thousands of tales,
and all this I'll do while erasing my trail.
Because once I take these many roads of life,
I can't come back home
to be the same that I was when I left.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
we need a plan
in case of emergencies
and unexpected nightfalls
when the world turns sharp edged
and strange
we need to prepare
for days of pale faces
wet socks
and cold hands
we need to hold each other
and mend each other’s tears
- sowing the untethered buttons back on
we need to let ourselves breathe
when the air is hard to come by
and we need to let go
of stale dreams
that rot away in attic corners
and dusty chests
we need to walk
into the shiny street
wearing nothing
but our best smiles
reserved for Sundays
and first stork nests
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
I can't wait till
Nightfalls
Tonight
I will
Construct nightmares
So insane
That phantoms couldn't fathom
Fantasies make foul turns
Fascination fails
You'll frail frantically
Your chain of the thoughts
Become a train
Derailed
From Loco motives
Your emotions
Are now
Monstrous motifs
Built moments
Before happiness
You'll stare
In terror eyes
Scared as cats
You scratch
Along wooden floors
Forced
Through dark corridors
The doors
Horror tore off the hinges
You're inches away
From no longer living
But as soon as you've given
Yourself away
I take
And make
Worse
Death dances
At arms lengths
I've never seen someone
So anxious
To reach
Too anguished to speak
How shall I satisfy?
This shallow heart
Is empty
But simply filled the rows
Of this cathedral
With people
Who payed
To see the price
You've payed
I guess,
Hell sales
This thriller will terrify
Eye's should stay confined
When I
Comply to my conscience
Can science comfort you
It claims this isn't real
Well
It really helped me
Make you feel
Comfortable enough
To sleep
Deeply
Anesthesia
Will be the
Reason for your sweet retreat
As soon as your
Sound asleep
I'll compile vile thoughts
And send you on a journey
With intent
Of you never returning
A one-way trip
From float, freight or flight
As long as it brings
Fright
By mars at night
Where nightmares
Are the day
And you're fearful of it's sight
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC
There is a part of me
In the middle of my chest
Surrounding my center of gravity
That wants to write you out of my palms
For the hundredth time
And
Tell everyone in the world but you
In a collection of sentiments and drug induced nightfalls
My exact and precise emotions
There is a part of me
In the back of my head
Next to all of my memories
That begs for the erasure of your name
For the thousandth time
That pushes me to write down how I feel for the times
I forget that I loved everything poisonous about you
That I make art and I do it for you
And I can't sleep anymore and I do it for you
That every word I drip onto paper I say it for you
There is a part of me
In my fingertips,
In my stomach
That hurts to be natural
That hurts to go this distance
That hurts to write one poem about you
Where I dont come up on the losing end
That waits for your touch
The words I know you dont say for me
There is a part of me
In the front of my brain
Behind my eyelids
That remembers your apathy
That soaks in your words and
Refuses to settle within me in fear that
This repression will spring to life
And I will spend my nights in the echo of your words
Letting it scratch into my skin
Letting you scar me
It balances
With the part of me in my ribcage
That opens and closes for you like
A white picket fence
That does everything for you
That watches me listen to you
And fade in and out of consciousness
That remembers your antidote like a phone number
That silences the rest of my ******* body
In the hum of the drunk times you've told me
*This time will be different
This time I will love you*
There is a part of me
That wants to eradicate the existence of you in notebooks
In sentence structures and walls of words
And it strains against something that is not a part of me at all
But surrounds my body and pushes against me like gravity
That keeps you trapped in the center my palms
Against my skin with no puncture wounds
It flashes your face every time I blink
And I havent figured out how to free myself of this heart crushing weight
Than to write that
My body agrees
Loving you is not worth
All of this pressure
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Impersonating the withering time spent in vacant prisons
None would heed the grief of the comatose televisions,
Seething silence, and things crack to pollute proceeding eyes
Of fishnet and waves conjured in the restful realms
My love for daydream is as much as nightmare
Neither it is in the day nor after horrid nightfalls
It is better to dream of horror than to dream of none
And to lavish the physique in mental salvation
In our daydream we still wander around
Chasing apostles and romance of ancient times
As for the dark dream in our mundane rest
Never get us to the eluding tide of winfer fire
Not even the embalmed hail of summer’s sweet liver
Of course, we know the pleasure of staying the night and burning shadows
Temperate, just like those faithful moments before we drown
Some might enjoy its darkness as it falls out of grace
Like after halos are dimmed, those are the reason the stars descend
Even the giddy stars would at some point come to a rest
Even if you have the power to shine as bright ever after
Please save ourselves from impersonating immortals
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Tell me what it is
About the trees
Dusty grey and gloomy in October
That resonates so dearly with a heart
Melancholy and somber
This rain is soothing
Like the soft white I line my walls with
A golden haze playing through my veins
And flames to match the essence
But not the calefaction
You can watch me drift into a paralysis effortlessly
A debilitation cold and lingering
Like lifeless trees awaiting the worst
Some sun
Does not change the course of nature
And I wonder what flavor of future
Nature holds for me
I feel like the trees
In the middle of a foggy autumn afternoon
Comfortable
And content
Living in the shadows of a world
Too engulfed in regurgitated highs
To contemplate or appreciate struggle
A world utterly ignorant to individuals soft spoken and inherently
Harmonious in the ways of authenticity
And naturalism and realism
We have the endurance to undergo lifelong tempests
But lack the energy to speed through
Trivial phases of Insatiable beauty
Our growth is goddess enough
Tell me what it is about the moon
Majestic and nostalgically haunting
A calming through night's terrors
And unforgiving traumas
Silver whisps of validation shine into a heart
With love looking a little too much like silhouettes
An ebony void seeping into the cracks of joy
And pain becoming an obvious pattern
And the moon is there always
Watching the molding in a resentful awe
What happened to the life of the young
Happiness looking like summer nights
And chrismas lights and vintage pop bottles
Fading into an uninviting outline
Through that type of half reality
Half fantasy version of time
Months feeling like hours
But unrewarding years all the same
Childhoods disappearing into insomnia
And I'm not very hungry
And I don't want anything for my birthday
Kind of aloof answers
We get it
We're all just tired
Tell me what it is
About the stillness of autumn
That induces a numbness in our hearts
Watching our desires blow away with the wind
One by one
They sing their remorse through aeolian howls
Uncanny and ghost like
Or the early nightfalls
That strangely feel more intimate
Than our last touch did
A type of familiarity rather profound
And lacking in any form of resentment
Maybe it's the significance in vulnerability
The stripping away of irrelevant priorities
To see the real
To see the roots
Tell me what is is
About the trees
Dusty grey and gloomy in October
That soothes a tired soul
A vagabond in search for more
And a heart a little too in love with loss
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
by nightfall, i am just a creature.
of habit one could say or
of countless wild misgivings.
a creature with her hands clutched at her stomach
that moves up and down
when the breath begins—
she is human
much to her dismay.
she claws at the human form she was
blessed—no, cursed—with.
the pale moon stares with fluttering open eyes.
i wish i could just hide
in the bushes and wait for
some other creature
to lessen the ache
that prances in my bones
like leaping frogs that never tire.
much to my dismay,
there are many nightfalls where
others do not question their positions,
do not wonder why or
pine for
another
body, a warmer climate to indulge themselves in.
i am but a creature
whose body is battered and sick,
where illness spreads throughout.
i regurgitate any satisfaction
that lingers
a bit too long for comfort.
this mouth shuts slowly
but opens again
and all the creatures of habit slip out again
from its opening
and the rest flood from the stomach walls
and i am not human anymore—
rather something purging itself of the danger
of its own grip
from the inside
out.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
The clarity of the quarter moon
Voicing itself toward the waters,
The purity of self absorbed moments
Discovered in the nocturnal prowess...
Receive the night
As the fathoming echoes stay there,
A bird sings,
Edges blur over hushing fountains,
The world is a song of transformation.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
I wonder where my nightfalls
Go, when they pass candidly
And violet swallows the sunlight
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Spellbound
I could spend years wandering in that same ellipse
Awake during nightfalls your parents never told you of in bedtime stories
Entranced by heartbeat lightning as I avoided foggy eyes
I was seeking a light that could not glow there
I remember the year I became alight,
warding through punched walls with her candle
Flames licking at my frail wrists like kittens
Where she waited for me I cannot tell you,
for the women who twiddle their thumbs amongst smoke in unlit rooms are the women who have shown me something about myself that was once hidden
Hidden like screams woven within static and wind
I have always been the one who has to watch the doors when people come in and out
Guarding entrances to homes as I watch life pass me
Spinning slowly as I become separate from the air
And maybe you get and that and maybe you don't
And maybe there will always be two kinds of people
Those who change in front of the mirror
And those who don't
Each meaning so much more and so much less than what we fixate upon
Or maybe nothings like that
And maybe i will always be the girl born too late in the summer
With irises that have mystified my mother to this day
And a spellbound quality to my smile that my grandmother warned would make men weep
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
*I believe in the tower bells
They strike the hour without fail
They echo through hill country sunny dales
Through pecan arbors and woodland trails
On moonlit avenues
O'er the lakeside bayous
To the chorus of a thousand blackbirds
Through nightfalls wind chatter , twist and turns*
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
How do I convince you, Rose?
Even with that broken soul of yours, sleepless nights you had on thousand nightfalls, heart that had been shorn into pieces, tears that had been dried out on your cheeks, hopes that had been shattered on your nous, you still glisten, far too dazzle. -evenoer-
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Daylights were so much
than expensive goldbars
with your arms securing my chest
in the twenty-fifth of May
covered with comfy bedsheets
and you as my everyday scenery,
my healthy breakfast,
my vitamin A.
But nightfalls were so much
unaware than missed shooting stars
in clouded firmament
with your eyes refused to stay
growing cherry blossoms
as I hope that your feet
became regretful
for stepping to the nothingness
to the process of forgeting
until to the complete unknown
— marion.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
I'll wait for thee by th' red bricks;
I'll wait for thee to cite and speak;
To recite me a poem by th' lake;
To swing by me by th' games of fate;
I'll wait for thee by th' blue moon;
To speak love and fill my heart soon;
Whenst all hath not'ing else but lust;
T'is passion be th' one t'at lasts;
Yet 'till th' blow of my last breath,
T'is love is hate--and life is evil;
'Till all's alive and hath no death;
Thou stay untold and knoweth not to feel;
Thou art th' piece of an old song;
Singing and sobbing all day long;
I am absorbed in thy cold charms;
Within th' light warmth of thy arms;
Thou art a pale piece of poetry;
Sitting and mumbling here with me;
Hearing my heartbeat grow faster;
Thou hath th' heat and cold of summer;
Thou art th' dark line of a poem;
Bursting into my tears and gloom;
Enduring dusk and plain nightfalls;
By th' morning ended it all;
How if I've sought thee all along;
For we hath none to suffer with;
With a loving heart wild and young;
Waning through summer's bland sweet song;
How if I feed thee to my past;
A bleak moment o'r lives should hate;
A moment I have left in haste;
A torture to o'r craving hearts;
How if I feed thee to my chest;
In whose layers thou shalt find rest;
From East to th' end of th' West;
My love is at its very best.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
If I had but one original thought to say
guess I'd be, I love you in everyway
but I was chasing the shadows of love today
each one getting longer,in the dusk of day
nightfalls, I am thrown into this abyss
wanting the new, remembering what I miss
all that came before me, seems like a myth
discard them to my empty hearts pit
my memories invade my pathetic senses
as if your that historical artifact, to be found
If I can dig deep, sweep away the timeless dirt
wash it till its anew, display it once again
perhaps, this time, it can withstand another
jouney with me
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I wanna feel your bones on mines
like fire
Until all of you is gone forever
but until then
I'll keep you warm and close
until the nightfalls
Like an overdue fire flaming hot
On my tongue
I'll never let you go baby
Cause I love who you are
As in two I see perfection
All over you like shooting stars
Yeah I see you baby and this is my
confession Is from me to you.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
There are phrases that I cannot explain when I speak to you.
Maybe it's just a thought or maybe I've gone soft.
Like the clouds thinking its cotton candy, passed memories made
shadows
Tears that
made Rain.
Roses I met indeed,
but let here rose peddles leading my scents to other messes.
My passion became no more an made the seas quiet.
Juliet WAS the name for all my lovers.
Juliet WAS only a costume to hide there names.
An empire I created with flirts
But it BURSTED -
out into flames
an became my worse nightmares
an my worst pains.
Trying to cover the sun with just a finger
Blindly out shined by it's own beauty.
A Mystery
Where misery has chased me,
An started to become Happy endings.
Errors paint my screen beneath the dark
Unworthy to ever press spellcheck.
Maybe is a curse of ur endless beauty
or has my eyes seen through your purity.
A world of matters
Where I have dissolved my pasted.
To tell my thoughts that they have never forgotten you.
An say opportunities come rarely, an let me be your overcoat when NightFalls.
Sincerely
Yours Truly
Romeo
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
i see that girl,
she changed so fast,
well maybe that's because,
she had been giving her best part,
to people who weren't good at all,
but they forgot,
even the prettiest dawns,
have scariest nightfalls,
and now its her turn,
naive she was then,
strong she is now............
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
i tried to cry
to cry
in sundowns and nightfalls
in full moons and twillights
with eyes burning from the yesterday
bones crashing with every touch
and i hoped
you'd still be awake when i come
but
somehow
i was
always
late
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
so i will lay on your feet a heap of the nightfalls we mangled. i will pick you a handful of hibiscus and cigarette butts left rotting in hotel beds. i will brew and end storms until your eyes are all that's left. i will leave the loneliest love notes and patched up apologies on every curve, every arch of your spine, until you become a book of the musings i cannot hope write. i will cut my chest open and unbridle the black holes i have tamed — darling, i will let them devour all the galaxies but us, until you become the very sun and i, the dull glow of the moon's unlit side.
and you'll know that the vile truth is, i don't know how to love you without getting my heart broken.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC