Its Midnight (2)
It's Midnight and I'm thinking of you.
I wish I could sleep
Stop pounding my head with our memories.
Just shut up,
And let me sleep.
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
4am
I am so tired of missing you.
12:04
It's 12:04am and I'm trying my best to sleep
All I can think about are memories we haven't created yet
Memories waiting to be planted and blossom
I'm thinking about you
If your hair is long...blonde maybe
Maybe you have green eyes that sparkle like a gem
I wonder what my name sounds like coming from your lips
And if you'll finally be the one for me.
* * *
Today was a good day.
I didn't flinch when they brought your name up.
I didn't show any sign that I even remotely missed you,
I didn't give them any ounce that I still care about you, that you still keep me up at night, that I can still feel your lips on mine own, that even though I'm alone in the darkness I'm not,
Because you are there with me.
I didn't tell them that even though it's been months since we went our separate ways that I still love you.
I didn't say a word.
Because today was one of my good days without you.
Thunder
A sleepless night with a dire noises
A booming sounds came across the window
Light flickering
Quivering beneath the sheet
Heart racing
Mind hallucinating worst
Not able to catch my thoughts
Enormous noises again
Clung to my pillow not able to let go
Thought death was at my door.
My shadow
Behind me,
Walking,
Always,
Syncing.
As I talk,
Listening,
Never,
Commenting.
My height,
Mimicking,
My size,
Copying.
My eyes,
Crying,
It's circles,
Despairing.
Sleep
Eyelids closing,
Then reopening.
Contemplating reasons,
For my existing.
Stars are blinking,
Moon is staring.
The night is listening,
For my breathing.
A memory surfaces,
Causing weeping.
My mind is awake,
Body is sleeping.
The moon
Creating clones,
That resemble,
None.
Hiding beauty,
Show by only,
One.
Replacing warmth,
Bringing only,
Reflections.
Lighting up,
A dark sheet,
In fractions.
Holding no,
Real truth,
Or meaning.
Just to fill,
Haiku 10
Out of this nightfall
two white trucks nose-to-nose, or
were they always there?
Two young women kiss
and just so, the storm passes…
the laughter and glass.
All my life I dreamed
of glory but I don’t know it
sitting awake.
Raindrops fill a pond
in the parking lot, size of
a lake, to an ant.
The edge of the storm
black, moving fast to the north,
sunlight past the hill.
Ice cream, 2 am
Ghosts
some nights i dream of open mouths
with yellow, decaying teeth
and gum sores all along the sides
andwetblistersontheirtonguestheirbreathishotandmustydominatingmysensesasthemouthssteadilyget
closer
and
closer
i always wake up just before they reach me
those rolling tongues
and hot breaths
but i can still feel them crawlingallovermyskin
I Was Eight
in the dead of night
under a black-blue-purple sky
she ripped me away from my home
the only thing i ever knew
she smothered me with her shirt to stop the cries
bound my hands to end my desperate scratches
held up that ragged rabbit i kept beside my bed
and told me i was safe
that she was my hero
no matter what anyone else said
'Round and 'Round We Go
it happened again,
i jolted awake with a bloody murder scream
burning a hole into my throat.
it happened again,
i reached out for a hand
that wasn't there.
it happened again,
my heart stopped dead
as i realized i was alone.
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