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Mysteries of the Night

Whether something natural and beautiful like the stars, or something more sinister, write a poem that focuses on things that are most prominent at night.

Edible Stardust

My eyes looked up

And instead of leaves,

I saw a thousand stars leaving,

Migrating to find better skies.


Branches holding out,

Edible stardust falling down:

I opened my mouth

And it was sweeter then apple pie.


The moon shined bright,

Illuminating the sky, The

Countless meteorites

Adorning the Heavens…


Of blue,pink and purples,

I could see it reflecting

On me and on this stardust tree

Ive been ...

Floorboard Dancing

Crawling along the floorboard

Moving with the rhythm

Of the shadows cast by the outside headlight

Stalking slowly and carefully

Something ahead

I’m only it’s vision

A dance done every night

With no winner or loser

A no contest contest

But life is a stake

Death moves swiftly

She moves her small frame gracefully

Placing each leg carefully in front of another

Until she attacks

And the dance i...

Mysteries of the Night

Most don’t see what I see

In the dark of night

They are all asleep

And miss what’s here in sight


The creatures all come out to play

Once the sun has set

But no one ever cares to see

What’s right behind their door


Creatures come and play with me

All in different shapes

Some are small and some are big

And some are just like me


We run and hide

And stay and seek

Until the night is gone


For then we...

watch tower.

My soul is a watch tower

waiting upon a lofty mountain

Closer to the stars than the green of a norwegian sky


I want to be radical


but a soul made of stone is only good if it has arrows and is not in favor of being kind


A fortified tower can stand to protect a few watchmen—

If they are not yearning

But who can tell them not to jump over the edge when it suits them best

It is their pursuit, thei...

In The Night

I heard the sound echo

My heart pounded in my chest

My throat felt like it was closing

I knew this wasn’t a test

I suppressed all my emotion

I looked up so high

Until I found the moon looking down

But no shadows insight

I felt my lips quiver then turn to a frown

The town was so far away

When that twig snapped

I knew what would happen next

My minutes here were numbered

I didn’t feel perplex...

Fear the creator not the monster

It takes something worse than a monster, to lie in bed at night, and caress my body as if you were on an anatomy exploration.

But soon after daylight breaks and you’ve ceased all of my territory retreat with little explanation.


Only a villain would give me their love, and cover me in a blanket made from stars giving me an “at home” sensation,

But then without warning rip away the covers leaving...

Night's Bitter Truth

I wander the night, where the shadows choke.

For me, the cold is within my cloak.


The wind carries whispers, the names of the dead.

The bright light of morning fills me with dread.


All I have loved now rot in a grave.

Where I want, I need, forever I crave.


Death never comes for me, knowing he’ll fail.

The sun burns my skin, for I am too pale.


I am hunger and thirst. And I am the c...

Inheritance

The day was very normal, much like the rest,

Until I got mail from an address out west.


I opened the letter with mild unease,

And what I had read, caused me to freeze.


“Dear Sir or Ma’am. I hope this finds you well.

Before we continue, I have a story to tell.


This house was erected in nineteen twenty-three,

The year it was built, it was given me.


I don’t know who built it, and ...

Summer Nights

In California there is so much light pollution you can hardly see the sky.


A distinct smell of fumes from factories and vehicles making it almost inevitable to develop a breathing condition


The people piling up on the sidewalks, thrown away like yesterday’s garbage. Belongings strewn around as if they are in their living room.


Liquor stores on every corner, where high school kids loiter. sca...

Is it Glow?

[Open my Visor on my motorcycle helmet]


What is that object in my vision?

As i open my eyes from shut

a blur of an object-


19 meters per second.


*I slap my eye as if something has entered my eye*

[i pause in that position]


“Fields of black, painted upon the reflections that spread themselves;as if they were in a gallery,

Widened puddles.”


-Pause-


There be ducks!


In the vast empty space whi...