latenights
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November 19, 2017, at 1:29 in the morning, my heart was broken and restored, all in the same moment in time.
That night is imprinted in my memory, and on my hip, in stark black ink.
Late nights
With music in my ears
And demons in my mind,
I feel water filling my lungs,
Weights sitting on my chest
And ropes around my throat.
My mind racing
I am broken glass,
yet you still try to touch.
And I know you were taught to
stay away from sharp objects.
All asleep in their own beds,
Humans really do not know
What wonder lurks inside their house.
Shadows! Dancing, to and fro.
When humans turn down their lights,
Shadows seem to disappear.
So I lay here in darkness hoping to find sleep
My logic shows that control is out of reach
Just like most my life these thoughts consume my mind
You’d think I’d get a-hold of my habit to crawl inside
Awake as an owl
a desert bird
the orange eyes
the streetlamps cast
upon my wall
a shadow
like a longship
on the desolate
wasted oceans
or only my lampshade
Life once so innocent and pure. Allured by temptations the flesh was too weak to dismiss.
A kiss, so sweet. So discreet. Enveloped with all affections known to mankind.
Radio silence leaves us staring
Face down,
Into the belly of our being;
The lack of emintents conjure up our darkest thoughts
Unraveling our fraying seams,
We burst undone with flavorless screams;
Radio silence leaves us staring
Face down,
Into the belly of our being;
The lack of emintents conjure up our darkest thoughts
Unraveling our fraying seams.
We burst undone with favorless screams;
A blanket of comfort
hanging in the closet.
my body longs
for the warmth it brings
morning after morning.
Ordinary in every way,
torn in all the right places.
I slip it over my head
On a bed I did repose,
Thinking what to write in prose;
Then at once it came to me,
About what this poem should be.
