NIGHT OWL : Writing

Song of the Dying

Song of the Dying

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


7.20.17
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A Poem by NIGHT OWL


Where is the hopethat once planted rootswas it artificial all this time?I have these thoughtsI can't shake loosetell me, when can I just ---?
Dealing with an Inhuman Self

Dealing with an Inhuman Self

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


In a moment. who could understandjust how low one can fall, those whotry to pick themselves up just to stall - the time they are stealing from all the..
Aesthetic Desire

Aesthetic Desire

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


Eyes glance, a thought dancessudden and yet brightlyI wonder if maybe.Oh, it could never really bebut why not imagineif not for a moment, right nowwon..
That Grey Area

That Grey Area

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


Tell me it’s worth it Tell me there’s merit when it’s indeterminate when it’s all irrelevant. Help me shake off this f..
How Much Time is Left?

How Much Time is Left?

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


12.16.16
Moonlight Disarray

Moonlight Disarray

A Poem by NIGHT OWL


Surely,quickly,like the way itpulses withinyour skin.The blood floods youCan you hear it?Damaged.SomewhatderangedAre.You.slipping away?Shocked?I'd say..
Thought - pt. 1

Thought - pt. 1

A Chapter by NIGHT OWL


To hold onto lifeis a strange ideasince we'retied to death already.
Thought

Thought

A Book by NIGHT OWL


A short, three-part sequence of thoughts.
Thought - pt. 2

Thought - pt. 2

A Chapter by NIGHT OWL


But to hold onto Life,or to wish for Death,is the right for humans to have and make.

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