Midnight
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Glancing at stillness
I notice you raise
Lurking in low
transfixed by your gaze
Missing you comes at the most unexpected hours.
I have no idea how?
But you have left traces of you all over me and my life, that,
Even this sky looks like you,
Then how can i say goodbye?
It’s midnight now
I’m holding your hand on a porch that hasn’t been built yet.
Standing by a tree not yet grown
I know someday is coming
Someday
But it’s midnight now
There's a dark angsty touch of the time 12 am. She envelopes the sky with her pitch black hands, cooly but securely setting me in the darkness. She has one eye, bright and glowing sometimes, barely there a few days later.
Crusing down the streets
Late at night
The clock struck past midnight
Although I can't quite see your face,
I love the way you look at me
With the streetlights glowing in your eyes
hello night
I welcome you
your choir of crickets
chirping fondly
belting bedtime stories
your candles in the sky
like tiny campfires
dying in the distance
It is dark in the middle of the night
The street lamps are dim
The houses on my street are long silent
And I am still waking
My curtains are tightly drawn.
I sit, illuminated with false light
gazing up at the midnight sky
she admired the vast gleaming stars above
and wondered
wondered, if they saw her too
wondered, if they loved her too
the cool breeze beside her was nudging
Drooping eyes struggling
To catch one last glimpse of a
Conscious, restless world
My soul holds words my mouth will never speak.
My mouth shares words my mind doesn't think.
My mind contains thoughts my heart will never seek.
My heart overflows with love that I am afraid to leak.
Midnight
When galaxies hang above me
Like a mobile over a child's bed
For me to stare
While dark matter dives past
Pirouetting planets
Meteors shatter, showering the sky
Your light shines bright,
It guides me through the night,
It allows me to see through the depth of the darkness,
And casts deep shadows across the ground from the trees,
Frogs and crickets shout with glee,
as you watch the midnight sky,
unaware whose watching how your
nose is chiseled and whose thinking
your melanin is amazing,
and who's imagining angel wings popping
out of your back and whose currently
Your miles away now, a plane could never catch you.
And I'm back, I'm back to my old previous self.
The one that wakes up, reads a chapter then sleeps.
The one who doesn't look for a bright light in the night to shine
When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs
And the grip of it strangling me from within
Then I feel the call of my siren
Beckoning me for a midnight meet
Come one, come all
Cotton candy clouds
Carnival of color
All alone
I fall
Deeper in this daydream
Come one, come all
Bright blistering balloons
Blowing by briskly
It curls and snarls and breathes in my ear,
memories of darkness and grief reappear.
Closed are the curtains and closed are the shutters.
Midnight moves slowly and stands almost still.
Shot for me
Pray for me
Slay my deamons inside of my brain.
Diagnose my mental illness.
Split apart my personalities within.
It's 12 o'clock,
Midnight,
And the world is sound asleep.
Little girls dream of princesses and baby dolls
While little boys dream about video games and basketball.
Babies close their eyes to play with angels,
Midnight orb, swirly silvery white,
Hung against the inky black sky
As the town clock chimed loudly.
The city slept, living in their dreams.
But a silent figure approached,
Deep in the forest where the wolfs bane grows
The midnight fairy comes out to dance.
Her motions are so graceful and her beauty perennial.
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
You function, I function,
Robots to the requirements of the world, we are.
Expectations as well as realizations.
We break, our mind reaches far.
That unexpected change in fate
Midnight coffee, stay awake.
The Midnight sun
shines rightly in the dark
it brings hope through
the despair of the world.
Sometimes,
letting go seems necessary,
like I have no other choice
but to let my fears and problems-
swallow me whole.
Sometimes,
I'd look in the mirror
and study myself hard,
Walking down a dead fair, ash in the air
Wre are the peole ofthe fair in ah
Someone stands atthe end of this dead fai
I alk to him, it feels as if life has slowedown
Daylight stands apart from cold midnight.
His warm smile—kind eyes—brilliance.
The touch of his hand warms our insides—
Keeps us safe—and– living right.
Midnight shakes the bones of Children.
I'm sick of doing this.
See I just want you.
But do I make you happy?
Do you want me too?
A relationship can make you mad,
but is all the time accurate?
I dreamed a dream and in it was love
He had not a face nor a form
But deep in his being there beated a heart
Far surpassing the average or norm
I gleam with a yellow satisfaction,
The night couldn't be more clear.
My thunderous telescope absorbs fiery light,
And brings the booming images near.
In the daylight, she puts her makeup on
She walks out into the world with a smile on her face
She wants everybody to believe that she’s okay
She wants the world to think the best
No one knows where home is.
It's not exactly where your heart is,
Where you grew up,
Or where you spend the most time.
It's where you mind wanders the most.
It's where you feel the safest
I’m part of a group – The Midnight Bike Riders Trying to Fly.
We ride every night and whirl the wheels that move us
Until we envision the spokes spreading out into dainty wings.
Our heads bow low over the handlebars
