Zoe Nyght

I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
World,
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
...

I dip my feather pen into you,
ink bottle of inspiration,
as I dip my tongue into you
your perspiration,
...

Happiness is a ballpoint pen
Happiness is irrelevant
Happiness is
...

love-hungry teenage boy ripe
for the fruit of the world, yearning
for a taste of satisfaction, you buckle your
knees at every passing vine and fall to the earth
...

The scent of rain makes me feel like

getting nothing done - just lying all day on my goose feather bed
with pen in hand and the soft rumble at my sill -
...

Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself
with the noise
as a chameleon does.
I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls,
...

gentle sands falling
silently through my fingertips,
blowing dandelion style in the
swaying
...

Mother told me she was writing, she
grinned and read enthusiastically from her
notepad, “Love is like a bird, love is who you
are, ” and I cringed into a smile, loving
...

Black converse, green converse,
vintage.
We three are strung together by
the shoelaces in our hearts
...

He said

in a moment of retrospect,
with murky eyes
...

flighty windswept raven hair and
eyes deep
like black rudimentary soil,
mischievous, wildroot dimples,
...

Nights on the beach we tried to reach China
(the air salty, the wind rough)
always searching for something
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The World smiles at me
like I never thought it would
and I blush like the little girl I am.
Hungrily,
...

I don’t know if my parents had
big dreams I don’t know if they
fell deeply into young love I don’t
know if they ever cried for the
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One step to my right will send me careening.

I am blocked to my left by the barrier of nothing.
...

When the days start to slide
into two-faced mediocrity,
should we blend back
into the dreams we come from?
...

I need the control, we screamed.
Come a little closer, you begged.
Let’s share our souls, I meant.
...

[Sweet birch trees, swishing
in the breeze, blushing
periwinkle hues spread across the sky and
fingers laced. Traced, backwards,
...

We are two figures
silhouetted against a smoky, quivering backdrop.
Once we move the world tips
me into you
...

He whispered something like,
I had a dream last night.
The trees were envious of your beauty,
and lost in your confusion.
...