Nightlight MAG

February 12, 2015
By Gracieblue PLATINUM, Oak Park, Illinois
Gracieblue PLATINUM, Oak Park, Illinois
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she had never liked sleeping.
when the lights from every house across the street blinked off
like eyes that had seen too much,
there she was,
awake,
listening to the world breathe.

she wore socks to bed.
fuzzy socks, blue and green and purple
like the ones her mother wore.
like the sea, if it were friendlier.
she pushed them off with her toes at the end of the night
when she knew the monsters
wouldn’t gobble her feet.

she envied the darkness.
she loved the way it smelled in the summer,
when the magnolia had long since bloomed
and the rain fell just right.
she loved the glow of the streetlight outside her window
and how it snaked between broad leaves
to paint her wind-kissed cheeks with silver.

she was wiser at night.
she collected dreams like grains of sand –
glass, really –
and she swept them into her arms
and built castles
from the ones that made her smile.
she heard echoes from the stars.
wishes were her nightlight,
silent prayers her lullaby.

she stayed like this,
a creature of the night, a ghost of herself,
until her questions grew to be too much
for her consciousness.
sleep covered her like a second blanket,
and her starry eyes forgot
what they had learned.



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on Feb. 14 2015 at 9:14 am
happysappygirl101 GOLD, WonderLand,
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Words are tools; to educate, support, mend, and express. They shouldn't be used to break down each other's minds... they should be used to fill the empty spaces in our heads with insight, in order to see what most eyes can't.

I love this poem for quite a few reasons. It's easily relate-able for many people, as they forget about their thoughts and struggles to sleep from the night before, only to forget most of it the next morning.I also love the wording and flow; it flows smoothly, eloquently, and every line seems well thought out and is a joy to read. My favourite part personally is the last stanza;the ending wrapped up the poem nicely and in a concise yet detailed manner. All in all, I loved this poem. Keep up the amazing work ;)




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