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Leila The Kiwi Apr 2016
Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

No other choice but to witness old wounds reopen
Like a book you've read a thousand times
You know what's coming
Still, it catches you by surprise
Do you hope, wish and pray that someone was there to wipe your blurry eyes?
Even after all these years you recall each detail
Forced to relive your darkest fears

Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

Do you?

l.v.s
Brandon Oct 2017
{Set I: Brandon}
When I wake up,  I want to only see you
An adventure of a lifetime, all I say is 'Whoo-Hoo!'
I love the way you sound when you're fatigued
Those hands and how they fit between mine
I want you in the picture when I succeed
Pancakes, lemonade, it's almost 5
On the road to Niagara, with you I feel high
You can play with your ruby hair and I'll smile
When I look at you I know we can walk 500 miles
Pancakes, lemonade, watching a colorful sunrise
You'll be asking what I'm looking at with those eyes
I'm just looking at the last piece to my puzzle
It's the littlest things that really make your connection with somebody truly special and unique. ❤️
Kyle Dal Santo Sep 2017
It was only a dream.
The monsters aren't real.
You're still in your bed,
the bed you normally sleep so comfortably in.
There's nothing hiding beneath it.
It was only a dream.
No one is screaming.
You're breathing fine.
Your sister is safe.
She's sleeping peacefully.
It was only a dream.
Your father is feeling fine.
He's not sick at all.
Your mother is not worried.
The neighborhood is safe.
It was only a dream.
You didn't plummet to your death.
Nothing is bleeding.
The dog isn't dead.
No one is out to ****** you.
It was only a dream.
The sky isn't falling
The house isn't on fire.
The world isn't dying.
The demons are fake.
It was only a dream.
Your family is proud of you.
You're going to be okay.
There's nothing wrong with you.
You're not a loser.
The nightmares aren't real.
But neither are your dreams.
Kyle D.
Delta Swingline Jul 2017
She was there.

7:25pm

I'm out with some friends., we find a spot on a hill, I know some of the people, I don't know some of the people.

I'm there having a good time. Trying to make conversation, not seeming like a complete loner loser.

I make due with what social skills I have left.

10:45pm

The fireworks have started, sparks of colour fill the sky and loud exploding noises fill my ears.

It's so dark out.
I watched the sunset not too long ago...

The sounds, the exploding bursts of shimmer and shine.

The fireworks are so vibrant, so alive...
I don't feel scared to die right now...

Maybe I should, but I don't.

11:30pm

I found my car and the parking lot is filled with people trying to get out. I grab a map and sit on the trunk of my car as I wait for an opening.

The night is calm if you don't pay mind to the drivers.
And I don't, I just stare at the map, searching for a way home.

12:30am

I made it home about 10 minutes ago and I'm not tired yet.
I make myself a cup of hot chocolate and sit at my computer watching episodes of an old sitcom from a time I didn't live in.

2:00am

I'm here.
Lying in my bed, next to nothing and no one.
It was only hours ago that I didn't feel so scared.
And now I'm here.

She wasn't there was she?
She couldn't have been...
If she was, I couldn't possibly have...

She was there.*

She was.

Our paths just missed each other.
Never crossing.

Just hours ago, I was watching fireworks.

And now I'm here.

Watching the darkness.
Celebrate the sky, light it up.
Delta Swingline Apr 2017
Staying up late again.

And you know I can feel your eyes reading these words, looking for something.

But these late hours don't leave much to be desired in poetry.

Sorry to disappoint.

But if you have a late night memoir, I'm not opposed to some reading of my own.

But you should sleep soon.

And so should I.
I know your reading this. What else do you want me to say?
Delta Swingline Mar 2017
Me

From where we are
Or where we're going
We could be anything
Anything at all

Her*

Not shaking*

It's just my brilliance
Trying to get out
During one late night poetry show, I got carried away with a blue pen. I wrote on my arm, and then hers.
Rianna Quarequio Aug 2016
Late nights
Shattered glass,
Car brights,
A family with brown grass.
Broadsky May 2016
Under the bridge is your favorite red hot chili peppers song.
You hurt your head skating the other day.
You kissed a girl and she didn't call you back.
You smoke Marlboro reds like they're good for you.
You drink beer like it's water.
You drink water like it's liquor.
Your cigarette burns will go unnoticed by the new girl you're talking to.
You flash a smile and my stomach drops.
You broke me in two and it seems I've still not had enough.
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