nights’ shortcomings

nights have never been
large enough to store wishes
long enough to dream

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of diurnal cycle

Days strangle long sentences
and leave short notes behind.

Nights choke stars
and release pitch dark sky.

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silent soirée

tonight
robbed me of words
I wish we could breathe verses
on each other’s skin
or tell stories
through a slow dance
of tongues
just like we did
the night the stars
kept me awake

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clouds in my mouth

night sky the canvas
clouds waltz across river
I reach up to pick a strand
tasting vanilla cotton candy
melt on my tongue

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unwanted

when elements in the sky
no longer listen
where does one turn
to tell a story
that’s getting old

about a dream that fades
by the day
one that even night
turns away
as though embarrassed
to be near

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the fillers

Days are temporary: a collection of moments that loiter before the sun, willing it to set, because nights are where it all happens—the dreams, the nightmares, the curse, the magic—and where scars look more beautiful.

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trustworthy companions

nights and their honesty
they tell me it’s never easy
walking through labyrinths
blindly

I curl into them
far from hypocritical days

once in a while their skies
bathe in moonbeam
mostly they wear blackness
inch toward witching hours
being at peace

nights never shy away
from slapping harsh truth:
sorrow is thickest
cold and darkest
before dawn

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ugly sight

silence of night
took melancholy’s side
held words back
let tears rush
instead

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all rights reserved