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Afif Mar 2016
Nights like this I just want to be in your embrace, our skin colliding with each other, the smooth friction between our hands and with you as my lullaby. Nights like this I just want to go out with an aimless destination with you. Driving through the dark alleys, with our favourite song on repeat. With you and only you. Nights like this I just want to hear you ranting about life and you endlessly flirting with me. Nights like this I just want you.
Nights like this I just want you to hurt me. Fighting over things simple. Nights like this I just wanna cry over you and mourn over the ‘old’ you. Nights like this I just want to miss you and hate you over and over again. Nights like this I just want to write about you and with all the memories with you, I just want to hold them tight. Nights like this, I just want to find you.
Nights like this I just want to hang out with my friends, talking about everyone and everything. Laughing about every joke that would pop up among us. Nights like this I just want to enjoy my youth with my friends. Barefoot adventures and late night karaoke. Nights like I just want to find my friends.
Nights like this I just want to reminisce about me. Reminisce about all the things I’ve. Those that I regret and those that I’d do over and over again. Nights like this, this feeling, this bloom in my heart. I don’t want it to end.
Katlyn Orthman Sep 2012
Sleepless nights,
I'm drifting on my feet
Sleepless nights
These weeks repeat
Sleepless nights
Up in the early morning time
Sleepless nights
Feels strange this bed of mine
Sleepless nights
Constant stress
Sleepless nights
My whole life's a mess
Sleepless nights
I feel rundown and sick
Sleepless nights
I'm seeing insomnia tricks
Sleepless nights
Why am I so tired
Sleepless nights
These worrys keep me wired
Sleepless nights
Are every night
Sleepless nights
I wish my world was right
Esmeralda Reyes Jan 2014
It's nights like these that everything reminds me of your brilliant face,
It's nights like these where I can't be bothered to do anything but think of you,
It's nights like these that every song reminds me of each memory we've ever made,
It's nights like these that I trace your name on my notebook instead of getting any studying done,
It's night's like these that I write countless poems about you.
I'm not a fool because I still think of you,
I'm a fool because I wonder if you still remember me.
It's nights like these that I count the stars and compare them to your eyes,
But none of them ever seem to shine quite as bright.
It's nights like these that my coffee can't seem to warm me up the way you once did,
It's nights like these that my mind wants to be set free,
But your memory is all I've got left of you.
It's nights like these I wish I could wonder,
But nothing I find is as astonishing as you are.
It's nights like these that I wish I could light up the sky so that the stars would spell your name,
It's nights like these that I wish I could be wherever you are,
It's nights like these that my mind visits the place I first caught myself gazing your way,
And it's nights like these I wish I had the chance to meet you again for the very first time
Just so I could be amazed by your enchanting ways the way I did that night,
And just so I could fall in love with you all over again.
Lucille Flott Mar 2013
And as I look over these city lights
It's nights like these nights
Where I feel that I might just go to hell
a little earlier than planned

When my mind will not stop pacing
When all I want is for my heart to stop racing
It's nights like these nights
That I wish I could give up the fight

The clouds over your head start to drown your every thought
your every being
With a deluge that comes but never goes
It's  nights like these nights
these  nights

You feel yourself falling and falling
it's like a bad dream
but
you never wake up
It's nights like these nights
oh, these hopeless nights

And when these nights
turn into days
when days turn into weeks
and weeks turn into months
and months turn into years

You start to wonder...
WHEN.
When.
when.
are nights like these
going
to
end
Arcassin B Aug 2014
by Arcassin B



I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,
I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,


I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,
I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,


Don't you ever feel,
insecure,
don't you ever feel,
like you want more,
cause I'm all you need,
im all you need,
cause I'm all you need,
im all you need,
cause I'm all you need,
im all you need,
cause I'm all you need,
im all you need,



I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,
I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,


I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it,
I had you on my mind for a minute,
those lonely lonely nights,
couldn't forget it.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/08/lonely-lonely-nights-photo-by-lilaira.html
Abigail Madsen Nov 2012
I miss
I miss the nights when things were different
I miss the nights when I asked what pokémon you caught
not what STD you got
I miss the fridays when we asked what you were doing
not, who you were *******
The nights when it was about us
and not them
the nights when we smiled
not cried
Why is it
why is it we want to grow up
instead of living
because before we know it
there wont be any time left to live
and we’ll be wishing to have it back
missing the nights when things we different
the nights when I didn’t have to worry about
losing you
the nights when you remember
what happened
the nights when
you didn’t have to ask others
what happened
when will it end
the nights when
you don’t come home
you don’t call for a ride
and you don’t come back.
because one day
people will be saying
boy I knew her when
when things were different
the nights when partying
meant cake and weird hats
not drugs and bad tat’s
all I’m trying to say is not
how to live your life
but to live your life
people say you only live once
thats true
but
you only die once
don’t make that once
because you were young
and stupid
remember
remember the days when
you could walk yourself to the car
the nights when drinking
meant juice
and higher
meant on a swing
and the only thing getting baked
were cookies.
Now
the twisted meanings
are your life
were your life
when the nights
were different.
Some nights I sing in the shower and eat Ben and Jerrie's with my mom
Some nights I swear the stars couldn't get any brighter and the moonlight infiltrates my room like laser-beams.
Some nights I watch depressing movies and cry until my eyes swell shut
Some nights I pray for help
for salvation from myself
Some nights I long for the falling
Some nights I dread the morning
Some nights I hide under my covers afraid that if I come out a gun will be kissing my forehead
Some nights I remember how we fell asleep together
Some nights my thoughts of you get caught in my dream catchers and I'm too afraid to face my own nightmares to fish them out
Some nights it hurts to breathe and I don't think I'll make it till morning
and I swear I can feel my own heart breaking
Some nights the words 'I don't want you' pang off the emptiness within my skull creating the saddest symphony of echoes
It's peculiar how the darkness amplifies the sound
Some nights you're in my dreams
and who am I kidding it's the night and the day and every moment in between
The thought of you is constantly strangling me just enough to let me know you are always there
and that kiss from a gun is sounding pretty good right now
Some nights I blame myself
for the poison you injected in my veins
So trust me when I say I can't come over tonight
Cunt Muffin Aug 2011
There are some nights I think of you

And wonder what might've been

There are some nights I dream of you

And wish upon the stars



There are some nights I remember you

And laugh about good times

There are some nights I miss you

And wish you were in my arms



There are some nights I remember when

You made me feel so low

There are some nights I think of you

And curse you all the more



There are some nights I wonder why

I ever even cared

There are some nights I think about

The lies you fed to me



There are some nights I wish I had

Left you long ago

Then again . . .

There are some nights I think of you

And somehow, I miss you still
Kyle Dedalus Jun 2010
There are some nights on this earth
when it is easier to ignore the signs
forget the laws and forget the composure.
Some nights ask you to smile
and it would be rude to decline.

It's very easy to forget
how heavy the days are,
sometimes.

We have these nights to remind us that
we try to smile and nothing comes out.
Nights in which it's easier to sit alone
and wait for the world to end
than to try and hold a hand.

Sometimes I wonder
if not all nights
are some-nights.

There are some nights
where joy must be squeezed out
or cracked like an egg --
elsewise it will sit, stagnant:
taunting.

Let the memories flood your mind
and stand in horror at what you find.
On some nights every recollection is
a needle jammed into your cerebral cortex.
Do not fear these nights for they are always.

The world turns and night turns to day
and turns to night and turns to etc.

An old man dies in his sleep,
a flower withdraws into its stalk
the fires subside and guide us
through this oblivion.
She wants him.
He wants to die.
They pass out, one by one.
Words fall to the floor
and sometimes -- if you're lucky--
the humming of insects and streetlights
enfolds every ripple in your brain
and you feel our concrete earth
remind you in a low tone:
'Everything is fine, status quo.
You will live another day.'

There are some nights on this earth
that are almost worth living.
Crestfall Jul 2017
Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Keep me awake,
But don’t let me choose the sleeping pill to take.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Cloud my mind,
Render me blind.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Invade my thoughts,
Never let me connect the dots.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Never let me go,
Never let me recall what I owe.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
I’m afraid of the dark,
But I never want to see a spark.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Shut my mouth,
Or else my luck will fly south.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Strip me bare,
Keep me aware.

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
Why am I alone,
So unknown?

Sleepless Nights,
City Lights,
You’re everywhere and always,
The only thing I can bear in this haze.
©Crestfall
Amanda Nettles Aug 2015
it was those
summer nights
that you was good
it was those
summer nights
that you did
what you did
it was those
summer nights
I cried myself to sleep
it was those
summer nights
I wanted to die
it was those
summer nights
I gave up
it was those
summer nights
you punched
it was those
summer nights
I found the man upstairs
it was those
summer nights
I found love
it was those
summer nights
I became happy
those summer nights
were bad but also good
Olivia Walters May 2015
Kisses
His lips
Stained red from cherry lip-gloss and his skin still damp from midnight lust.
Our arms and legs lay tangled beneath the stars.
These are the good nights
The, Nightmare, Night terror
Free nights.
Filled with burnt out cigarettes and hushed tones.
These are the nights
That push the cortisol from my mind to be replaced by a
Cheap serotonin fix.
These nights are my lullabies and goodnight
Kisses
His lips
Push their way against my squirming flesh, my tongue too tied to protest.
His hands caress,
My arms and legs. twisted behind locked doors.
These are the restless nights
Tossed and turned like mildewed clothes
Filled with empty cups and muffled moans.
These are the nights-- I’m sorry
The nights I pray for sunrise
Kisses.
Her lips
Find their way to my worried ear, stroking, Hushing.
“It’s okay baby girl mama’s here.”
Shhhhh.
These nights are long nights
When my legs are restless from running through my head,
Monsters,
Hiding underneath my bed.
These nights are filled with screams, they
Strangle my throat, and Chills prickle my spine but
These nights are saved
By her forehead
Kisses
Hey, I'm writing this spoken word poem for my poetry class and would love some feedback if I can receive any, there is going to be a fourth stanza but I would like some advice first to try and get rid of my writers block.
Some nights I would imagine us
Living happily in a home in the suburb
With our wedding rings secured
On our left hands

Some nights I would imagine us
Having breakfast together, just us
A meal we both cooked
And probably burned a bit

Some nights I would imagine us
With out bodies entwined on our bed
Fast asleep after a time of intimacy
Skin on skin, heart to heart

Some nights I would imagine us
Kissing in the rain
Letting loose all the pain
As we felt the cool droplets splash

Some nights I would imagine us
At a hospital, exchanging places
On who would be on the hospital bed
And what we would say, our last goodbyes

Some nights I would imagine us
If one of us died
What would the other one do?
Wait for the end or fill in the gap?

Some nights I would imagine us
Having at least two kids
They would love us as parents
We'd raise them to be great

Some nights I would imagine us
If there would never be an us
How we would end up with others
And just go our separate ways

Some nights I would imagine us
And all the possible outcomes
Both if we'd be together or not
And that "some night" is tonight
Hey! How was the poem? I'd love to hear your feedback!
--To W. H.


With a ripple of leaves and a ****** of streams
The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise,
And the winds are one with the clouds and beams--
Midsummer days!  Midsummer days!
The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze,
While the West from a rapture of sunset rights,
Faint stars their exquisite lamps upraise--
Midsummer nights!  O midsummer nights!

The wood's green heart is a nest of dreams,
The lush grass thickens and springs and sways,
The rathe wheat rustles, the landscape gleams--
Midsummer days!  Midsummer days!
In the stilly fields, in the stilly ways,
All secret shadows and mystic lights,
Late lovers murmur and linger and gaze--
Midsummer nights!  O midsummer nights!

There's a music of bells from the trampling teams,
Wild skylarks hover, the gorses blaze,
The rich, ripe rose as with incense steams--
Midsummer days!  Midsummer days!
A soul from the honeysuckle strays,
And the nightingale as from prophet heights
Sings to the Earth of her million Mays--
Midsummer nights!  O midsummer nights!

Envoy

And it's O, for my dear and the charm that stays--
Midsummer days!  Midsummer days!
It's O, for my Love and the dark that plights--
Midsummer nights!  O midsummer nights!
Dreams of Sepia Jul 2015
i.
Tread lightly
for you tread upon my heart
those nights the Angels
want to tear you down
those nights you want to talk
about Modernism
those nights you're Kerouac
under the ageless, drunken Moon
those nights on which
I discover that
we both like Columbo
& both have watched '' The Reader'',
'' Russian Ark''
& both Virginia Woolf adore
tread lightly
for you tread upon my heart


      i.i
Tread lightly
for you tread upon my heart
those nights when you are
just too smart
for your own good
& wit & kindness
seem to well up
in your every word
those nights you talk of
Northern thunderstorms
when down South
we have none
& Bronte's Kathy
haunts you
Tread lightly
for you tread upon my heart


      i.i.i
Tread lightly
for you tread upon my heart
each time you
make the stars seem dimmer
by your absence
when the broken night's soundtrack
is your ' Joy Division'
Those nights you write poetry
at 2 a.m just like me
Those nights I realize
you'll never see in me
the jazz that I found in you
Because you never looked
Those nights I want to tear down
the Angels for keeping us apart;
tread lightly for you tread upon my heart
miss keisha Sep 2017
i was drowning
but then came the pouring rain
and for the first time i could breathe

the glass on the table no longer tempting,
the voices in my head no longer speaking,
and the smoke that suffocated me have left for the night.

sober nights like this are what make me glad i didn't call you in the dark of night,
asking for a place in your heart that was never mine.
sober nights like this are what make me realize i was right,
right not to ask favors you were sure to decline.

they say doing nothing is an impossible thing to do, but sober nights like this are when i do impossible things for you.

shattered glass on the floor
but they were not mine nor were they yours
because we kept ours and so we dont bleed

i know tomorrow the wolves will howl again,
i know tomorrow i will miss the silent,
but while i can say this to myself, i'll ever be grateful for

sober nights like this take up my regrets,
regrets that i could have had if i crept on your blankets in the moonlight.
sober nights like this give ease to things i fret,
because here i get acknowledge the cost of fleeting delights.

the ghouls in my head make it hard for me to see, but sober nights like this let me know what's good for me.

the glass on the table no longer tempting,
the voices in my head no longer speaking,
and the smoke that suffocated me have left for the night.

i know tomorrow the wolves will howl again,
i know tomorrow i will miss the silent,
but while i have control over myself, i want to burn this to my head:

sober nights like this come and go,
and i know tomorrow i'll be drunk in my thoughts.
sober nights like this are hard to let go,
and even harder to remember after the return of the demons i fought.

i'm a slave to the darkness that broods inside, but at least in sober nights like this, for a while, to myself, i can lie.
lowkey in song format
b e mccomb Aug 2016
a discomfort
radiating
upwards from the
***** of my feet
up my calves and
through the muscles
i try to keep
from twitching.

some nights i could
wash my hands
twenty times
and still feel
sweaty and
hopeless.

i could give up
sometimes
i know where the
blind curves are
and the tallest trees
in the woods
and i know how
much it hurts
behind my spine and
inside my rib cage.

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

and maybe giving up
would hurt less than
trying to hold myself
steady and trying

and

and

thoughts keep getting
cut off in the middle

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

i've had dark
nights and
slightly lighter
nights and
quiet damp
nights and
buzzing summer
nights and
throbbing multicolored
nights and
nights so deathly silent
i questioned my own sanity

and some nights
where i wanted
to just
give up

nights
nights
all of them were
nights.

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

i would run away
from my problems
if there wasn't this
discomfort
in the ***** of my feet
radiating upwards

and also
if i could breathe

*but i
can't
*******
breathe
Copyright 4/23/16 by B. E. McComb
Xenos Jun 2015
Nights like this
Nights where the air is thick
Nights when the sky is blue and there are gray clouds
Nights where your eyes are heavy
Weighing down your soul.

Nights like this
Nights where your face is dry but you're crying
Nights when the loud is silent
Nights where you’re melting
Into thoughts.
Some nights bring thoughts,
Some bring laughter,
Some tears.
Some bring memories that will last forever,
Some nights you’ll never even remember

Some nights you’ll wish would end sooner,
Some you’ll wish would extend longer.

Some nights are sleepless,
Some restless,
Some silent.
Some nights bring dreams,
Some bring cries and screams.

Some nights are like tonight,
Full of thoughts and futures sight,
Some nights pave the path,
And light the nights that’ll come to pass.
SangaHmar Aug 2018
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Thinking about dying and lying in a wake,
Fearing the cold void that might await.

In sleepless nights I lie awake,
What peace would be like, to finally rest,
Thinking of the eternal slumber that awaits.

In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Tired and weary, sad and in misery,
Wondering when the day would get better.

In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Haunted by the memories of loved one's who've passed.

In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Reminiscing of the past, of the sweet precious memories that keeps out the dark.

In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Thankful I made it through the day,
Without falling apart and breaking away.

In sleepless nights I would continue to lie awake,
And stare at the ceiling in the dark,
Until Morpheus comes to take me away.
Kenzy H Apr 2013
More nights of too much thinking
More nights of dead sleeping
More nights of shaking my head
More nights of wishing I was dead
More nights of ****** poetry
More nights of trying to rhyme a word
More nights of thinking of your face
More nights of just ******* everything
More nights of being in love with you
More nights of repeating the hard truth
More nights of agony, of being ashamed
More mornings of pretending
Like I'm not going insane
Pastell dichter Dec 2015
Some nights I can't bring myself to turn on the bathroom light because I don't want to see the scars.

Some nights I can't sleep because the pain of the day is heavy on my shoulders.  

Some nights I cry and sob because I feel like I can't do it and I'm not enough.

Some nights I pick up the blade and I can't bring myself to put it back down again .

Some nights I just want to sleep and never wake back up.

Some nights I gasp and shake from the cold and fear.

Some nights I hum softly because I can't stand the silence.
I just felt like I needed to wright this down
Days Off
Days Too Short 84
Days after, so I in a sort deserve to
Days alone count;
Days and Dreams Cloth, gilt top, $1.00
Days and days float by.
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Days and nights have I been swimming,
Days and nights in quick succession;
Days and nights of endless quest,
Days and nights to swim and wander,
Days and nights with waking pain;
Days and weeks and months they sped,
Days and years fleet on, yet never
Days and years; and Time
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Days are so short and there's so much to do,
Days arn't allus weddin days,
Days at a stretch; and neighbers say
Days better drawn before, or else assume
Days brightly came and calmly went,
Days came and went; and now returned again
Days come and days go, and she watches the strife
Days darken and rise.
Days dawn on us that make amends for many
Days dear and far death touches, and draws them nigh,
Days fled with no light upon any
Days flew;--ah, soon I could discern
Days *** wa'm an' wa'mah,
Days glided by, this mirage cheating all;
Days grow briefer, sunshine rare;
Days had not only sped but galloped on,
Days happy as the gold coin could invent
Days in the bright Spring weather,
Days lay she in that state unchanged, though chill--
Days long ago, when in her eyes
Days long agone!
Days long agone.
Days long gone by!
Days marvellously fair,
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
Days more glad than their flight was fleet.
Days nearly o'er, might be disposed to riot,
Days not dark at thy side;
Days o' long ago._
Days of April, airs of Eden,
Days of April, airs of Eden.
Days of Gorbechev, the radio speaks of,
Days of Vanity
Days of a mother's fondness to her child,
Days of absence, I am weary;
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
Days of dark and days of fair
Days of days! Unmarked it rose,
Days of delight, and still unfading love;
Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun,
Days of glory and of triumph,
Days of industry and labor,
Days of my age,
Days of my youth,
Days of old, a long farewell!
Days of our age thou comest, or we win 580
Days of passive somnolence,
Days of plenty and years of peace,
Days of plenty and years of peace;
Days of pride and exultation.
Days of rustic simple manners,
Days of small fee and parsimonious praise;
Days of summer-coloured seas
Days of sweet leisure, taxed with patient thought
Days of terror, years of trial,
Days of the Month Unknown
Days of the future, prophetic days,--
Days of the mythical heroes of yore,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Days on the hillside and nights in the House,
Days painfully drag their slow burden along;
Days passed away; Maria slept
Days passed. The golden summer
Days passed; and still beside her tomb
Days passed; each morning saw the maiden stand,
Days roll along, and Otho's wounds are healed,
Days shall fly on, and he forget to take
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer,
Days that come dancing on fraught with delights,
Days that flew swiftly like the band
Days that have been, days that have fallen cold!
Days that have no pity and the nights without a tear
Days that need borrow
Days that seem farther off than Homer's now
Days that were tuned to a note of pain.
Days that will ne'er return again.
Days that, in spite
Days there were when he who sings
Days to doze and doze,
Days to follow after,
Days vanished in the beauty of belief.
Drake Taylor Mar 2015
There are nights to drive fast,
recklessly even.
those angry nights,
full of contemplation and rage.
nights much too familiar
nights not even the cold air rushing across shivering skin can fix.
nights when driving forever to get away seems like the only thing to do.

But, there are also nights like these,
they are flawed yet beautiful

They are content,
proud,
Irrevocably beautiful nights.

They are the nights where you go slow,
not because of speed limits, but because there is no reason to hurry.

They are the kind of nights that come about when you really love someone,

They are the kind of nights that will never really be forgotten,

They are the culmination of the little things in life,

They are joy.
WistfulHope Feb 2015
I got three nights*             
Before she shut me down             

I got three nights
To tell him with my voice

I got three nights             
To watch that smile spread             

I got three nights
Of hearing his beautiful laugh

I got three nights             
Of listening hard for his voice             

I got three nights
But I want so many more

I got three nights             
But I want every day and night             

I got three nights
It feels like they happened years ago
This *****.
Thomas James Oct 2011
It’s nights like this,
That gets me thinking,
Thinking about nothing.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me dreaming,
Dreaming about thinking.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me wondering,
Wondering about dreaming.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me contemplating,
Contemplating about wondering.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me deciding,
Deciding about contemplating.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me nothing,
Nothing about…

Deciding
Contemplating
Wondering
Dreaming
Thinking

Becau­se it’s nights like this,
That thoughts cannot be greater than a wish.

—Thomas James Written on August 11, 2011
McKenna Rich May 2014
Here's to THOSE nights
When you lay awake
When it's 4 am
And all you can do is let your mind wander

Here's to THOSE nights
When you lay completely still. Thinking.
When you can't help but think of the worst
And you can feel the pain in your chest

Here's to THOSE nights
When you can't help but cry
When the pain becomes too much
And your pillow is soaked in your tears

Here's to THOSE nights
When I'm missing those times
When you held me so tight
And told me it'd be ok

Here's to THOSE nights
When your thoughts are racing
When you toss and turn in bed
And you can't help but feel tired of breathing

Here's to THOSE nights
When you think things couldn't get worse
When you think happy is impossible
And life is no longer worth the fight

Here's to THOSE nights....
When you hit rock bottom
Delaney Dec 2015
Some nights I find you
on the ceiling, while I lie in bed.
Your face looms over me,
a haunting memory.

Some nights you're in the blankets,
the same ones you once touched,
and I swear,
they still have your scent.

Some nights, truly bad nights,
you reside only in my mind.
Thoughts of you intertwine with my nerves,
they send my system into overdrive,
they attack so forcefully,
I am left gasping for air.

Some nights,
it's crippling flashbacks,
glasses of warm milk
while curled on the bathroom floor;
my attempt at self care.

Some nights,
sleep feigns peace before transforming
into horrid nightmares.
Tears spill, screams emitting,
I drown in vivid images of you.

Some nights,
I cannot decide whether being awake
or being asleep
will cause more pain.

(d.d.b)
Nina S Sep 2013
it's on nights like these
that i wish for your
sticky sweaty skin
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i remember the feeling of your laughter
my head on your chest, your body
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i want your smile directed
at no one but me, your heart
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i miss the battles of verbiage
our cute little fights, your wit
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i wonder why we thought we didn't work
as a couple because your mind still isn't
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i'm taken back to our first kiss
shut your eyes, lips tentatively
against mine.

it's on nights like these
that i can't sleep
that my bed feels too big
my head feels too small
and i miss you.
ThisIsMe May 2014
It’s in the night,
when light recedes to leave me with my thoughts
and the darkness encompasses every crevice of my room and of my mind,
that the person I am is most illuminated.
In those long hours
that stretch with lack of sleep
my thoughts are as clear as a cloudless blue sky.

On good nights, there'll be thoughts of my future, of my hopes and my dreams.
On good nights my imagination will soar to heights beyond the sky
for on good nights not even the sky is the limit.
But good nights are rare and most nights,
the darkness seeps into my thoughts
with the past.
with each and every imperfection that owns me.
All my weaknesses and fears
are painted on a black canvas
portraying the things I’m so afraid the world will see.
my cowardess,
loneliness,
hopelessness.
my fears of betrayal
of feeling too much,
caring too much,
loving too much…yet not enough.

Like tendrils of smoke
the thoughts linger on one fear then float away
only to be replaced by another.
As my eyelids become cinemas of the past,
images of innocence lost flash behind my eyelids
Almost as if they’re stuck on repeat

Sometimes, I embrace those nights
As if they were an old friend.
I wonder if that makes me masochistic but
Truth is those nights,
difficult though they may be,
are the times I’m most honest with myself.
fray narte Jun 2019
there are nights when i’ll tire myself out chasing cars and city lights or writing about constellations i don’t even know, and there are nights like this, when i can’t help but steal our happy endings from the poems you haven’t read. there are nights like this, when your name dislodges me from the orbits i learned to tiptoe in just so i can forget what walking next to you feels like. there are nights like this, when i wish that our songs will wane with the moonlight.

there are nights like this, darling — when you’re asleep while i’m out here trying to unlearn the patterns of missing you — nights when i miss you even more than i want to.

there are nights like this, darling.

there are nights like tonight.
249

Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!
Sahra Maxwell Dec 2013
To the nights I've cried.
To the nights of his attempted suicide.
To the nights of depression.
To the nights of happiness.
To the nights of my lonely woe.
To the nights filled with stress.
To the nights of questioning.
To the nights and days that were the absolute hardest to get through.
To those night.
Thank you for being there.
My favorite band that's always there when no one else is.
Ka Mar 2015
Oh those nights
Undercover of champagne
Twisted sheets
Crumpled pillows
Those little dresses
Ciggarette butts and empty bottles

Cuddle your face in my hands
Lay my hand on your love
Hysterical
You in your little white dresses
Looking like a miracle

Four walls coming down on us
Oh these champagne nights
run thier course
Kiss me before I explode
Clocks never seem to stop
Thick curtains
Keep my baby baby away from the sun

Baby look into my eyes
Champagne nights
My baby don't care
Who knows
Champagne nights
Champagne nights
Baby oh ohhh oh
Champagne nights

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