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Inspired by the time during the summer where became nocturnal. I prefer nighttime over daytime and I love the dark that falls when the sun leaves our horizon. Needless to say this schedule is frowned upon by other people who keep to "normal" hours.

Submitted: February 03, 2013

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Submitted: February 03, 2013






It’s pretty painful to be nocturnal

Sleeping through the day

Causes the night to seem even more



But I adore the dark

Gentler than the sweetest kiss

Caresses of honey, spice, and bliss

All never quite reaching the same mark.


There’s raw beauty and unrivaled power in the night

Bountiful heat, endless static, freed inhibitions,

All reign supreme with their ferocious might.


But you plague my love and judge her

Label her, hurt her, brand her

Again and again.


Because only evil runs in the night

Or so you say

And thus my love is deemed a cur.


There can be both darkness and light,

Equals things in a balanced spectrum

But you don’t seem to accept harmony,

You won’t accept what is right.


So cast me and my kin away,

Banish us to our inky mother

It is there we shall grow, there we shall play, it is there we shall stay

What are options? We have no other.

July 24th, 2012

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