An Ode to Night (or an attempt at an ode, at least)

Oh night, filled with such sweet bliss,
cannot fathom thoughts so deep
as such, when recieving your love's kiss.

When eyes close in peaceful sleep,
and slumber takes me away,
my memories emerge for me to keep.

And, oh night, my thoughts in a fray!
Running and falling, sitting alone.
Dreams will keep those nightmares at bay.

The body relaxes. Night, you are known
as the harbringer of thought:
subconcious, unconcious, unwanted, overblown.

Oh night, if you do as you ought,
the dreams you bring me, memories caught.

eh.

i want to post a poem... but i feel strangely-- empty.
more like, void of creative juices.
they arent FLOWING.
...
flow, dammit, flow!






haha.

I really should be sleeping as I type this.

The whir of my stereo consuming my efterklang CD is a comfortable, familiar sound. As the first mellow tones drift out of the speakers, I leap into bed. Drawing my three comforters up to my chin, I turn onto my left side, the usual side, and reach up to turn off my lamp. The darkness is soft, as is the distant rumbles of thunder. There is a storm coming. The first raindrops hit my window as the combination of warmth and soothing music carry me helplessly toward sleep.

I open my eyes, glance at the red LED readout of my clock. It's 2:27 am, it coldly informs me.
Thunk.
I had thought that's what had woken me before.
Thunk.
Right below my window, again.
Then a quiet--
Clack, clack, clack.
Knocking on the window? Doors make better doors than windows, I chuckle to myself as I trip my way over to the window. It's too early for my humor to make real sense to me. I use my finger to pry a vellum blind down, and, seeing nothing, I let it snap back. Halfway back to my bed I hear the small--
clack clack clack
from before. The rain picks up a little, pounding slightly on the roof. I hadn't realized it was raining harder now. A far-off lightning glows through the blinds. I turn to check the window again when the lightning flashes again, illuminating a shape in front of my window--

a sillhouette, I suddenly realize- there is a person at my window, in the driving rain, on the second floor, on a ladder then? My thoughts are speeding up along with my heart rate. I cautiously tip-toe to the window, crouching, this time pulling a blind located further down on the window. At first there is only darkness- then a sudden flash of lightning illuminates his face. With an exhalation of breath that is almost a scream I fall backwards, startled. I land on an oil painting I had been working on- shit. I peel myself from the canvas and yank the cord that pulls the blinds up, looking at __________. My face is a combination of intense annoyance and fondness, an interesting one. His face is grave as he looks back at me, eyes dark under his black raincoat hood. I unlock the window to talk to him, not really knowing what to do. I had never had a visit like this before. I gently pull the window up, the slight dampness coming through the screen.

"Uh, whats going on here?" I ask _________ quietly.
"Can I come in?" he whispers back. His voice is hoarse.
"... sure...." I lean back and slip the metal loops from the nails holding the screen to the windowframe. What does he need to come in for? I back up towards my lamp and click it on as he climbs in over the windowsill. His raincoat is dripping on my floor, on my ruined oil painting. I go up to him, to offer to take his coat, and he takes a step towards me, grabbing my shoulders and studying my face with an intensity I can't describe. My socks are getting wet from his coat still dripping water. He looks into my eyes, pain apparent- my face drops, my eyes widen. What's happened? I want to ask, but my face is suddenly wet with his raincoat pressed to me in a fierce embrace. He drops his head, his mouth next to my ear, and a whisper-

"I'm sorry."

((this is where my mind split off into two different directions. there are two really different stories that this branches into... yeah. I shouldnt be writing stories, silly me. my style is hard to follow, i think.))

beautiful weather.

sky like water like sky.
a slight chill in the wind,
like impending troubles,
or a shiver down your spine.
sun like eye like sun.
the grass looks a little greener,
like the end of a head-cold,
or a shove in the right direction.

Leap, Fall.

blue sky above,
blue sky below.
euphoric, tumbling through space.
condensation beading up on my body
hair slick with newborn rain,
falling.
eyes struggle to see,
face lashed with wind,
ears popping- complaining about the change in altitude.
the fast change in elevation,
the faster approach of the ground,
impact.
body colliding with earth,
dirt giving way to bones giving way to dirt.
organs obliterated in a second,
lungs smashed flat,
brains scattered in the skull.

leap, fall.
fall, death.

((there were no indents anyway :3))