#latenightwords

[hellocck]

I know it’s late

the birds have gone mad

the arriving winter has smoked out the bees

and my skin crawls like hurricane

dissipating into little puff of cold regrets

here is to the song I never sang

here is to the shadows calling me insane

who would release those poor larks of their throbs

the one with the arrows

or the one with no heart?

I know I have something that beat once

but I trust the silence

because the most harm it could do was to make me curl up inside my head

while you shot the birds dead

and this isn’t a metaphor, no

you don’t get to see images in my words

you don’t get to hurt me anymore.

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birds of the night | c c k.©

[lstgddess]

There is a sadness inside me, not sure when it was ever planted or when it took root. Was it there at my conception, was it handed down to me or is it truly mine alone?

[l0veth3sil3nt]

So many words circling thru my mind. So many poems that do not rhyme. Voices screaming for me to bite my tongue. “They don’t care for your words” you see the voices think they’ve won. They think they’ve conquered such a vast mind like me. Just because I’m curled in a corner, hands gripping my knees. But they can’t see that I’m gritting my teeth. Setting them in place for a nasty snarl. Oh yes, I’ll be stronger tomorrow. So thru clamped teeth, I may cry underneath my stars. But my strength isn’t too far. For these voices surely will not win. Soon the battle of my soul will begin. #SuicidalInsomniac #LateNightWords #NightTerrors #Poet #Poetry #poeticthoughts

[jbudenko]

I wrote a lot tonight. I wrote about drunken nights, lovemaking under the stars on a cool autumn night. I wrote about betrayal and arguments, pain and hope. All in one night. My head is spinning with all of the emotions I have had to express . #writeon #writerproblems #writerslife #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #romancewritersofamerica #writersoftumblr #thisismylife #fortwayneindiana #latenightwords (at Fort Wayne, Indiana)

[nakitascheepers]

[lillies-and-lace]

I no longer can see your Facebook posts because I can't have you in my life all the time.

[alilbitofthisnthat]

[firesparksandwhisky]

patchwork skin

Careful what you say, a part of her may tear away. Careful what you do, his sanity is fucking screwed. She walks on broken glass. He’s drowning too fast. Their skin is see through and the stitches holding them together are coming unglued.