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Tag: night

  • Matchstick

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    When the blue fades into black,And the streetlights turn on,Footsteps disappear along the track,As the nightingale sings its song I am walking here alone,where the hope has gone.Underneath the pale moon,I hope i will see you soon It’s getting colder and colderAs the night pulls me closer,It’s getting darker and darkeras the edge of a…

  • Night Photography: Castle Park

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    So, yesterday I took my old camera out for a spin. It’s been a long time since I did any photography with that camera. I only remembered the settings for long exposure later on. The tripod isn’t very stable, and it wobbled a bit when I pressed the shutter button. Three-quarters of the photos turned…

  • Silent Hostage

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    Aug 24, 2024 Silent Hostage Verse 1In the shadows, he walks alone,A black coat with a soul that’s worn.Been through the nightmare, felt the wreck,Mastered the suffering, no time to forgetNot quite young, but still with resolve,With weariness inside, a story to evolve. ChorusHe wears his blue hat, walks through the night,Facing the darkness, subtly…

  • After Dark

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    Aug 15, 2024 I’m currently listening to Mr. Kitty’s ‘After Dark.’ I could listen to this track for hours. I love the music video on YouTube featuring Frank Whaley and Jennifer Connelly, showcasing scenes from the movie they starred in, ‘Career Opportunities. It wouldn’t be my first thought to depict such scenes when I hear…

  • Dark Orange

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    Aug 10, 2024 Title: Dark Orange Verse 1It’s late at night, I’m alone in my room,Staring at the screen, lost in the gloom.Watching silly videos, wasting my time,I’m tired, but the caffeine keeps me in line.A haunting song plays on repeat,Wishing someone would invite me to a party, just to retreat.But no one calls, I’m…

  • Waltz of the Leaves – music poem part 7

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    Aug 5, 2024 Verse 1Sitting at this table, been writing for hours,For you, I’m risking everything, as my hand cowers.I write through the night, that reveals me like red wine,my weakness is being too honest and way too kindFinding no rest, I choose the ink over sleep,vivid verses, but between the lines, they dreamHoping for…

  • walk home – poem

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    Jul 29, 2024 I wrote these verses on my way home while I had to wait for the tram and came home. It truly happened. Walk home The evening settles in,A balmy warm summer night,Darkness slowly creeping,Under a sky so bright. A beautiful, radiant blue,With streetlights glowing orange,I come home late tonight,While vacation spirits flourish.…