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Days and Nights

July 29, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
148 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


Days are twisting

They move fast like trains

They double over and change like Silly-Putty

They mix colors and skies

Days stare over my shoulder like I’m a stranger

They don’t know my name.

Days go fast and far lately

Rocket pace, too fast for smoke

Dizzying the speed of light.

So many nights were cloudy,

I closed my eyes in the back of the car

Didn’t open my eyes to see a single star.

Days are tangled

Days are crying

Like a sparrow on a zipline.

Days are flying

They don’t know my name

They don’t know my name.

Sometimes I find shelter

When I wake up in a summer thunderstorm

Thunder crushing the sky like a spray-paint can

Raindrop patters on lightning

Raindrop murals on shutters and gutters

Black and glittering spider world

When I am protected here

Night lights hold me

Fear unfolds me

I am home here

Night knows my name

Night knows my name.


The author's comments:

I don't know what this is about, I guess. Maybe my heart is saying that its true colors only come out when I am freaking out about a scary summer thunderstorm, late at night, huddled in my bedhead. Last night I woke up to a cool storm with multi-colored raindrops, and that's where I got the idea.


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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Aug. 26 2021 at 5:00 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
148 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

HEY! Sparrow, Welcome Back!

on Aug. 26 2021 at 12:44 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

I'm ALIIIIVVVVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(brra...braaaaaaiiiinnns....bbrrrrrraaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnsssssss....BRAAAIIIINNNNSSS-human!)