Not a night owl
but I need to be oneWhen 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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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...