Somethings lay broken,

Unspoken.

But at midnight it’s their token,

The unspoken becomes spoken....

A bat is at the window,

with his beautiful shadow.

It sleeps

otherwise and does

not mind the noises

from the other houses.

It looks so relaxed

as if the worries never existed.

The bat struggles at day

with problems

like everyone does,

but at night it just _lay_.

A bat is at the window,

with his beautiful shadow....

Some people might go to bed

As soon as the moon hides to sun

But not me.

When the light from far away

Shines through my window,

Traces silver patterns on my skin,

Draws unseen maps to places

That only exist at night

I follow them.

The moon smiles at me,

Warming the cold corners of my heart,

Filling the empty spaces with quiet whispers.

The stars, scattered like forgotten wishes,

Blink secrets on...

“Use the lighter, my love.”

“I can’t get it to work…”

“Here, let me help you—“

“Wait! What was that?”

She holds still in the dark

While bats flutter about

Her hands start to tremble

Fear accompanies doubt

“It’s okay, just the bats.”

“Are you sure we’re alone?”

“Yeah, let’s keep going,

We don’t need the light.”

He grips her hand tightly

And feels his way through the cave

They are going to do...

Each night a structure follows,

And all must obey.

Humans notice the darkness that swallows,

But never the Night Stalker who slays.

Wandering through a maze of stars,

Pinching each one with his claws.

Screaming and startled - erased memoirs,

Satan wakes to incite applause.

Weep the light that drains dry,

Where are those that guide us home?

Humans cry at the dooming sky,

The Night Stalker will ne...

I look around at the sinister skies

As a reminisced all the lies

This wood seemed to bring back

All of my haunting memories

I felt the need to escape

Wanting to erase all of my mistakes

I could only think of one way to end this dismay

Who knew what this ethereal wood could instate!

Before I knew it I was on the ground in a half- awakend state, or so I thought.

I lifted my hand and I saw re...

The night does not ask permission.

It spills over, breaking onto the streets,

a black tide curling against the neon edges,

soft-lipped, thick with quiet threats.

Somewhere, a coyote threads the silence,

low-bellied, starving.

Her ribs etched in hunger and asphalt.

Her howl swallowed before it can rise.

Somewhere, a woman walks home alone,

keys between her fingers,

her breath sharp as shattered g...

Late night on the street corner

Was a broken bottle

A black cat

A man left beaten

By life’s stereotypes...

I strive to be better, at night

Planning for greatness all throughout the night

In the dark I am eager to see the light

Wake up and be different. Right?

Not much you can do tonight,

Sleep tight, its past midnight

This robbery will sabotage

The best you could do was sleep right

The first step was to sleep at an appropriate time

Now to try the plan again, tomorrow night…...

eminine Mind

The feminine mind

is something all men admire

Because they realize

the might, the power.

Young women aspire

To be that image

To be that light, that thunder

But behind that steely exterior

Lies the most broken of girls

She smiles so others have hope

While her will crumbles with every step she takes

She just wants to belong

So she provides a home to all

So she’ll be there to catch ...