As I walk under the night sky, I can’t help but sense this horrid thing that is to come. This restless thought that a dying star still has enough power—so much power. Maybe I relate more to a star than I thought, slowly dying, watching everything around me shine bright—much like I was before. New stars being born around me with so much power that I might as well be forgotten—even after all I have done. I am nothing but a prick of light amongst billions of bigger and stronger stars that are able to create such viable opportunities. If I burn out, maybe no one will notice I am gone. How wonderful that would be! To be forgotten is such a wonderful thing—why care about being forgotten when you don’t have such things to be remembered for! It is such a bore to try and be remembered. Why live so long trying to create such a stain on someone’s life when you can leave them with nothing. But if I leave now before my time is up, will they finally start to care? Will they talk about how great I was or how I changed so many people’s lives? I never even bothered to help myself! Maybe someone tried to help me, talk me out of what I’m about to do. But I couldn’t care about how they feel, they’re the ones that did this to me. They made me do this! For I hope they try to repent for what they have done to me—oh I hope they do! But it won’t matter, for I know what they have done. Such selfish minds, weeping for the acts they committed. Yet they shall be remembered, while I am forgotten. They will be the ones to make that bloody stain! I shall remain nothing more than a thought that remains in their head until we meet again.

mysteries of the night are real, not ghosts or zombies, rather persistent, haunting thoughts that creep in ones mind. these monsters are detrimental because they are inescapable, undefeatable, and truly, utterably real. the sun sweeps the evil out of the mind, but the moon is loyal to the enemy. pain, loneliness, regret, embarrassment. something that shutting your eyes and hiding will only make worse. the monster you live with for the rest of your life, more painful than a knife to the chest, this monster kills you from the inside out.

Shadows drape your secrets, unforgiven, As the wind howls, Its presence unraveling at the edges. A once unbroken promise— if I’m not mistaken— of the lunar solstice, and its unyielding mistress.

There’s a tremor in its deflection, rising, then sinking, in the translucence you once rejected. To be heard, you asked— but never understood; a moment for its transgressions.

For now, her shadows soften, a hush before the silence, beyond the casket you reside in, a sleepless interruption.

The stars in the night sky are like little suns dancing in the sky as they shine bright like rubies.As the night goes on the air and everything is silent like a summer day with just a breeze. There will barely be any cars at night giving the night a peaceful glow. Almost like a night dream that everyone wants to go.

The night is a beautiful place for dreams and a beautiful place to relax.Some dreams are good and some are bad. But as the night goes on we can relax like the ocean with no waves or crashing of the waves. Our dreams of the night are like seeing a parallel dimension of ourselves.

The Sun can’t come out to play Not in the Moon’s gaze Their empty words I thought of all day Night has fallen Allow my sanity to stay Dear Moon Goddess Please do Quench the stench Of my thirsty needs And pleased to do All your dirty deeds Once a moon I think of you Twice a moon I smoke the dew Of your twin flame The fairies whisper Sweet nothings in my brain Do please Keep my sanity Unchanged Insane Are my fallen foes The ones who spoke up The ones who opposed So here I lie In my deranged scatterbox brain Replaying the empty words You said that day Because at night All the thoughts are ripe And in the day You rot in your grave

I’m reading past bedtime again. I click the alarm clock so that it displays the time in glowing pink numbers. I point it at the book so that I can see the words in the dark. I’ve read this book before. I get to that one part in my mind, though in reality I’m pages away. Now I’m crying, so I put the book down, open with the pages pressed against my bed so I don’t lose my page. I sit up on my knees, perched on top of my pillows, one hand pulling the blinds out of the way, the other pressed against the glass. I love the feeling of the cold on my skin. I lower my hand to the window sill and look at the star. It’s the brightest star in the sky. I always know exactly where in the sky to look for it. I call it the Evening Star. I know there is a star called that. I think it’s the bright one, though I could be wrong. I don’t know that much about stars. _Please let me find her, _I think. I like to talk to the star. Making a wish or just saying whatever comes to mind. It’s be a shooting star, so it may not be able to grant my wishes, but I like to think it can hear me. I remember making waffles in the kitchen with my sister. One minute in the microwave, then put them back in the freezer for ten seconds. I’m not sure why we did that last part. I just made since to our little kid brains. Meanwhile, she was locked in her room again. Kate and I didn’t question it. She just had a bad headache. But then we were taken away. I just want her back. Where is she? Why can no one find her. _ _I hear footsteps in the hallway. I can recognize them as Grandma’s. I lie down quickly and pretend to be asleep, covering the book. But Grandma lifts up my blanket, sees the book, and takes it, telling me to go to sleep. She goes out to the kitchen. I can hear her talking to Grandpa as she puts away the dishes. I can’t tell what they’re saying, but I’m sure it must be about me. A couple minutes later, I hear paper tearing. I put my blanket over my head, grab my stuffed cat, and start telling myself a story inside my head.

Cities gleam with a golden glow Bathe light on blue bleak hues of sorrow The sky, where diamonds bathe Can no longer carry how the sapiens behave So He hides his jewels until the morrow Dulling the Night so it appears hollow Succumbing to city lights cloaking His Spirit Night is quiet, not even a ribbit

However deep in the woods where the wilds lay Where the crickets chirp Where the animals pray Lies the hidden diamonds of the night A sea full of gems that shine so bright

They lay here in evermore “O Guardian Night, Why are you knocking at our door?” The animals josh, the animals roar “I, Night, have come knocking at your door My jewelled stars safe in your care Here in the woods where they can breath air Mankind shut me out after years of my share In navigation and calendars and put grays in My hair” “I curse mankind with one star in my sky And only in these woods where you can see the eye Of Andromeda, my Orion, and Polaris The humans can no longer oppress us” For nature do not betray Yet the Night sky is starting to decay

• Dia Liberté

Stars at night Street lights Owls go out to fly So many beautiful things out and about Date night Movie night Night shift and tired workers Out clubbing with the girls Drinking with the guys Sleeping in like a good little kid Pouring out your heart in the pillows Sleepless nights Nightmares Dreams of future Friendship, love, sex So many things happen at night Good and bad Wonderful and horrible Car accidents Dance party of the century So many things that could happen to me So many things could happen to you What would you do

The moon hangs heavy, a skull in the sky, Casting long, skeletal shadows that sigh. A lone owl calls, a mournful refrain, As mist creeps in, a chilling rain.

The wind whispers secrets, of things unseen, Of eyes that gleam, and souls that convene. A rustle of leaves, a sudden, cold breeze, Whispers of dangers, hidden with ease.

Gargoyles leer down, from rooftops so high, Watching the shadows, as they silently fly. A creature unseen, with claws sharp and keen, Stalks through the darkness, a predator unseen.

The streetlamps flicker, a ghostly, pale light, Illuminating horrors, in the dead of the night. Forgotten souls wander, restless and grim, Seeking solace, in the shadows that swim.

So lock your doors tight, and pray that you're strong, For the night brings shadows, where evil belongs. And whispers of danger, on the chilling night air, A symphony of terror, beyond all compare.

I love the night sky and the stories that come with it I found someone who will listen as I tell her stories of humans long, long before us. We've never met, but we carry on their stories. Creative minds so wonderful they changed what I see in the sky. So I'll tell her about it in the dead of night when we should be asleep. We'll speak only by starlight.

Then, we'll lay down on the ground by starlight he'll admit to me things that are hard to put into words. Our friends left the two of us alone as he pours his soul out to me. And I worry. I give as good of advice as I can. But I can't fix it. He won't let me help him anymore, but I hope what I said helped. We used to speak by only starlight.

One day, a day I dream about always, we'll lay down, hold hands, and we'll stare at the night sky. We'll watch lights shoot through the sky, pretend like we don't know why, and make up our own stories. I look at the sky and then into your eyes I love the night sky, but something I love more are your eyes. We'll kiss by only starlight.

I want to be with him under the night sky. I want to be with him always. I want to help him. I want him to be okay. I want my stories to be good enough to remember. I want to tell her about mine and the ones we remember.