Not a night owl
but I need to be one
When the sun settles enticement,
and the cold breeze are ready to sweep me away,
I put on my sleeveless wardrobe to welcome the tremor of quiver.
Forget about the hidden misfortune sculpted in my wrathy wrist,
and shrug off the bad and silly memories up next
in this unintentional playlist.
I'll overlook it because I have work to do.
Nighttime is when everyone is asleep ,
the knives’ tension is quiet down,
and no malice ill will raise it all up high.
It is my schedule to feel safe,
not to the monsters in my head–
but at least to the monsters inside this figurative home
I ache for calmness–
not the kind the ocean waves would emit,
but the kind that allure lullabies imply,
and simply...
dream about
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
