Biography of Zoe Nyght
'Without order, nothing can exist. Without chaos, nothing can evolve.'
The only thing I want you to know about me, you who are reading this, is that I yearn for your criticism.
Zoe Nyght Poems
Big Bug Hands
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,
On The Rocks
Cozy, I set to fire tenderness overcooked, spewing firelight tales - plaid and checkered and striped. Come wrap yourself in comfort’s clothes
A Tribute To The Absurd
Happiness is a ballpoint pen Happiness is irrelevant Happiness is
You And I
Always I find you somehow escape my words- no matter how hard I try to catch you with my pen, slippery devil, you always wriggle free. So maybe I’ll just paint us,
Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself with the noise as a chameleon does. I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls,
Canoes And Galoshes
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 -
We Are Fruit People.
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
gentle sands falling silently through my fingertips, blowing dandelion style in the swaying
Another World Poem
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
He said in a moment of retrospect, with murky eyes
flighty windswept raven hair and eyes deep like black rudimentary soil, mischievous, wildroot dimples,
Poems About Leaving
Black converse, green converse, vintage. We three are strung together by the shoelaces in our hearts
When I Was A Mermaid.
Nights on the beach we tried to reach China (the air salty, the wind rough) always searching for something
Big Bug Hands
I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
unexpected and similar to my own.
Our interlacing fingers look the same.
Eager for the attention of one another,
we sparkle glitter in our eyes