Any fellow insomniacs out there? I'd love feedback as always <3

12:00 Insomniac

An hourglass moon spills

Black sand at my feet;

Black as crows' wings,

Flying yesterday in the park. 

I gaze wide-eyed through the

Deepening blankets of dreams;

Inky waves blotting white pillows,

Tossing and turning in midnight zone seas.

And I only know the stars by heart

For those hours forsaken by gods of life and light;

A pallid moon looks down on me

And shakes her head. 

*emerged from unannounced hiatus*

cool theme, here's my piece :D

and critique is appreciated, as always <3

looking for orion (i can only see his belt)

i know i’ll never see you again,

but some nights i climb up onto the roof and pretend 

you’re still by my side.

i lay on my back, absentmindedly pick my fingernails into blades

(you’re not here to tell me to stop),

and look at the constellations 

(and don’t think about your freckles)

and shiver with the rattle of dead leaves on concrete

(and don’t imagine your warmth still beside me)

and try to peer past the artificial glow staining the sky like bleach

(and don’t remember how we danced under the streetlights)

and count the half-dozen stars i can see

(and don’t realize that i could always find more stars when you were here to point them out).

but it never was about the stars, was it?

it was about the endless expanse between them,

searching for what we knew was there but could not see,

about our harmonizing breaths filling the space between words,

and about all the things we didn’t say.

Hopefully not too late?? 

@Flamie, I <3 your poem :) Your descriptions are so beautiful.

@pangolin, yay, glad to see you around again!! And your poem is, as always, sooo lovely :))) You're a truly amazing poet.

Here's my own entry~

midnight

i've heard it so many times

from so many people

midnight is scary

the time when witches fly

the time when the world's wrapped in night

the darkest hour

well, maybe

but for me

midnight is

not watching the glittering overhead stars

watching the stars in your eyes instead

not seeing the darkness of the night

seeing the darkness of your curly hair

not hearing the moon-rustling trees

hearing the sound of your voice

and,

instead of glancing at the blazing meteor against the dark sky,

remembering the sudden blazing love

that reached me

just when i was most ready to give up

midnight is this

stealing downstairs

to meet you

swinging together in those big basket chairs

(or whatever they're called -

i can't think about them

when i'm thinking about you),

no one else awake

no one else around

just us two

looking into each other's eyes

and whispering

i love you

holding each other's hands

shaking with stifled laughter that swoops free

when we swing forward and bump each other's knees

the shared smile the shared moment

For me

love is midnight

and my midnight is you

there’s something bittersweet

about midnight, something special

i guess I can’t quite explain it

yet here I am, trying—

pause

we walk to the park

a Sedan whips by blasting Drake

a child laughs, a dog barks

the court is deserted, but we’re not lonely

look up

it’s like sucking on a sour candy, a warhead

pulling off the shiny wrapper of expectation only

to be hit with a bitter wave, half-expected, still surprising

stars straining to shine out over 

dull streetlights &

dining room fluorescents &

left-turn blinkers

breathe

yet shine they do, however faintly

reflecting off the dewy grass, playground slides, your eyes

full of wonder

maybe it’s just the cold air

the warmth of you pulling me in

but i hold on to that sweet aftertaste

hardened asphalt beneath my back, tethering me to reality

keeping me from falling up up and away 

but nothing keeps me from falling for you

Wow, this is an extremly popular prompt

It was once, not too long ago

Midnight was my liberation – 

My secret garden and daylong anticipation

Where I could finally drink in the chilled silver air

And swim in the song of the newly-awakened moon;

Where I could swallow a sea of stars as precious gems

And needn’t worry about a thing. 

Indeed, nothing could touch this bliss

Bound not by space, unknowable

And untouched by the hand of man.

You were the one to shatter that, I suppose.

So gracefully you lowered your hand to dip

Into that still spring of serenity, I’d scarcely noticed.

And by the time I had, it was too late.

You, with those flushed cheeks and clear eyes

That lured me in, close enough for you to grab my hand

And by that point I couldn’t just let go, now could I?

It wasn’t that long ago and yet already you have

Transformed me, in a way:

No longer am I the moon-bound moth 

under the deep cover of night,

For now I shine vibrant, a butterfly instead

You the sun to my sunflower, for you alone I swivel.

However, in return for trading my night-wings for day’s

I no longer am able to see beneath the stars when night falls

No longer can I waltz through the moonlit haze, to the jingle of the stars

No more can I rest calm and assured in the cool silence before dawn.

Indeed, my every moment of wakefulness after dusk

Is wondering in anxiety when, if at all, midnight shall strike.

Was this all an elaborate dream I myself concocted?

When the clock strikes twelve

Will you transform into dust

Or rush away on a pumpkin carriage?

Will the spell break, the illusion shatter away?

Like you yourself said

The first time we kissed, 

I sincerely hope this is not revealed to be a dream

When midnight falls.