night Quintessensual Good Night Time to put the candle out, to bring clear-eyed sleep. You need no jealous zephyr, lurking by some window, to help blow the light down, to milk cobwebs over your mind's eye, when you open it, to withhold phantasmic convulsions you need to make the morning good. Time to put the candle out, extinguish it now, softly, with your own sweet breath, for the good night your eyes should clearly dream. Copr. 1999 991207 ... coolM For most people it's time to sleep. For me it's the only time to live. 991207 ... deb with the fall of the evening my soul falls quickly my heart runs away laughing with the rays of the sun and at the end of my day, i find myself sitting here alone tired and unhappy no matter what the day held for me why must i weep from within so often? all i want is to truely be happy once more ~ 991226 ... mad madame mim That Time of the Night (The Short Straw) Cette heure de la nuit (La courte paille) A cette heure de la nuit Où les réverbères projettent des croix au travers des embrasures de fenêtres La paranoïa rôde là où les ombres reignent Oh, à cette heure de la nuit A cette heure de la nuit Les sens embrouillés par quelque nouveau parfum Déclencheurs de critique d'une pièce chargée Oh, à cette heure de la nuit Et si tu me demandes comment je me sens Je pourrai te répondre en toute honnêteté qu'on a été embarqués dans un sacré voyage Et si mes proprios me laissent du temps libre un jour C'est avec les meilleures intentions du monde que je me tirerai, probablement En me raccrochant à la courte paille A cette heure de la nuit Où les questions se regroupent dans un esprit grand ouvert Convoque toutes les réponses avec le tintement des glaçons Oh, à cette heure de la nuit A cette heure de la nuit Fais semblant de décrocher au téléphone Ta confiance en toi blessée dans une zone de tir à vue Oh, à cette heure de la nuit Et si tu me demandes où je vais maintenant Ma prochaine destination n'est en fait pas si claire que ça Et si tu te joins à moi pour te mettre à genoux et prier Je te montrerai le Salut, nous prendrons le chemin des écoliers En nous raccrochant à la courte paille Si j'avais assez de fric, je parlerais un coup à ce garçon là-bas Un compagnon de folie dans le miroir, celui aux cheveux d'argent Et si quelque âme compatissante pouvait, SVP, régler mon ardoise Et, tant qu'elle y est, si elle pouvait ramasser mon cœur brisé Des ronds chauds et humides, des ronds chauds et humides, des ronds chauds et humides 000102 ... aftb nothing, I open my eyes, nothing. cold, I cover myself, cold. silence, I whisper, silence. 000108 ... gaudior more truth is told by night than can ever be told by day. the harsh light of mother sun weakens our resolve, so we feel bound by the fear of Justice's equal light destroying us if she knows our crimes. only at night can we be trusted. 000115 ... tnt only at night can we know ourselves. only when it is the darkest can we see our light. 000116 ... bryson tonight the stars are out shining and slick with dew from a morning we will never see beautiful like a lost love or a dead dream. I survey those old gaseous orbs in the canopy vines entangled like limbs I suddenly lose my footing and crack open as I connect with the frozen earth a nut fallen from its tree. 000217 ... dizzy darkness. 000219 ... cares only here... i thought i could only here... i thought i might only here... i kissed you only here... i found chaos 000324 ... emily arms and legs entangled, so that i cannot tell what's mine and what's yours anymore, but you're only this nice to me at night 000519 ... Pezcore day follows night, but when does night end? 000625 ... SCOTT how i hate the night 001109 ... SCOTT HOW I HATE THE NIGHT AND THE SILENCE OF MY PHONE DOOR NOT IN MY MIND 001109 ... lovers lament ah, night, my living mistress. ..billowy soft, smooth, dark. wrap me in your gentle embrace, sleeping is for the day. eyes shut to the light. . .boring sun, my mistress shelters my eyes. more alive, throbbing with , pulsating. . .how can't you feel it. it's all around you while you choose to sleep, i run, freedom, naked, through the moonlit night. 001123 ... psychobabe I love the night, it is apart of me and who i am. With out i wouldn't exist. The darkness that overcomes the world in a matter of minute, and the feeling of pure bliss. My real self can come out and be me, which is why people see such a fake image of me. but yet there is a shred of hope left for me, by the night I am mistress of all, I dominate the sky and the tips of mens noses. I drift through their dreams, and tickle their minds with thoughts, that not even the most brilliant can comprehend. Ah the joy and feeling of night, where people come out of their fake skin, and party till the sun comes up. Then once more, I anticipate for another night, where I can come forth again. 001123 ... SCOTT ah the night, surreal and comforting night breeds its own sort of anticipation, and fears. night used to be my time, now it owns me-bringing useless doubts and fears and silence always the silence still, it has its charms, at night i can be me, unfettered by the cumbersome chains of propiety, and social conscious i can speak my mind and vent my passion, releasing pent up frustrations and forgotten dreams, i remember my dreams at night, but they fade in the light, as do i psycho babe-what you wrote is beautiful it is truth 001127 ... Brown it enchants me with its gentle breazes that take turns being warm and cool 001130 ... Thyartshallshant Cold, dark, and the best time of the day. I am a night person. I will sleep 'til three in the afternoon and go to bed at three at night. Thats the best way. Not that i don't like the morning, i just don't like having to get up in it. But night, it's easy to get up at night, after you've slept all day. I do most of my blathering at night, it seems I'm my best at this time. If you think my regular sayings are bad, pray to god i never get up in the morn and blathe. 010123 ... the elf king Night time is my time. I wait until everyone else is asleep, and then I take off the heavy iron mask that I wear all day long. I can be myself, because no one will know, not even me - the dark hides all. I open my mind, and the memories all rush back. I unlock the door of my heart, and all the pain returns. Then I curl up, safe behind the veil of darkness, and I cry. I let the tears drip from my eyes until the first light of dawn streaks the sky. Then I pick up my daytime mask, put it on, and bolt it shut. All day long, amid the light and noise and activity, I hold my breath, waiting for night to come again. I think of my secrets, and I smile, because soon I will be safe, and soon I will be the person who has those secrets, and soon I will whisper those secrets into the darkness... 010206 ... p. this is where i find myself, this is where i make the best of who and what i am. i guess it's the alone time, the simply serenity of complete darkness/silence. you feel like the world is asleep as you work and strive. being alone at night for me, is extremely relaxing. it's when i forget the day-to-day troubles of my pathetic high-school existence and just remember who, and what, i am. 010227 ... rudhaen night is so typically the time to be alone that when it is shared with others you grow closer whithout knowing why. nightime binds while daytime deceives. 010228 ... Chrity go to: i_have_words 010408 ... Chrity go to: i_have_words 010408 ... sapphire_ is feeling. and release and fantasy and rest. where dreams are made and when the fire in our blood rages night. when desire is strongest and innocence deepest. the night is a paradox. the cold of despair and the warmth of freedom in so few hours... ...another few hours of you in my mind 010420 ... yummychuckle Many people like the night because night seems like a time to be alone in the darkness... but i like being with people in the dark. I love going out in the middle of the night and hanging out with friends and strangers...although bad things do end up happening. I don't like the light because there is too much truth in it. People can see me clearly and see how ugly I am...I'd prefer to do my socializing at night. my favorite time... 010602 ... soul true. I wish i was nocturnal. i would have to if i had xeroderma pigmentosum. I'd rather that, then the disease i have now. 010928 ... Jenna ...is my day. 011012 ... Ladakh Buddhess A moon of golden pearl, pierces through a night of velvety black. She stares at the wonder, the breathtaking beauty! And...she wonders why this sight is so exquisite. And why she isn't... with the sky. 011028 ... Glennaieve here's to the night the cloaking darkness of the night keep me safe comfort my soul hold me true never forget, the time the place, the reason the things we said revealed by the darkness that will never leave us i wish.... "here's to the nights we felt alive here's to the tears you knew you'd cry..." 020219 ... Adyana Night, when things come alive. When things appear that wouldn't dare step into the light. When the monsters and the angels of the world take flight. When everything can make perfect sense before the dawn comes and washes away everything. When you can think and be free and travel into the darkness of the world. When you can free yourself from the sins of the light. 020525 ... troy background noise returns to (subconscious) median level after a black mercedes cuts a slit of noise and chrome in the emptiness of 49th street. At this hour, the sound of tires are the slither of snakes... 020704 ... Crudelis words thrown together: The only time I can truly be me. The place where I find total comfort. Nowhere in the world is as great as this. Satisfying my every want, every need. Just the sight of It soothes my nightmares to dreams. The Night. Dark, mysterious. A wondourful place. Living in the moment that I can't escape. Nor do I want to because It gives me such grace. I swallow It's passion and feel my heart race. The Night forever paralyzed me. I'm in a permanently comforting gaze. 020705 ... ~gez~ where is she now? at the night i feel i need her most, though i don't. when will my wish come true 020830 ... blown cherry We make the night our own distant sunrises ticking closer the blinking green of the lcd the only indication of the day that comes. Blinds drawn, lights dim the light and the day do not penetrate these walls. We stretch out into infinity, into eachothers arms and beyond. Where will the night take us now following it blindly what less than happiness could await. The twinkling sky glitter above us is the signal that all is right the universe is perfect and untouchable in this room in this night. 020906 ... birdmad bring_on_the_night 020906 ... Indigo Pixie Vespertine Dusk, envelope me in your peace and tranquility 021007 ... wolfman Have you ever been suffocated by the darkness?... have you ever felt the life squeezed out of you, as your site struggles to permeate the darkness. Have you ever looked up, and seen the specks of pure whiteness staring down back at you. Have you ever wondered... how something so empty... could be so beautiful? 030402 ... Lia Like a cloak, like velvet, softness in itself. Dangerous but comforting. Cool. Stars, beauty, wonder. Lovers embracing each other, mothers singing lulabies to their babies. Tygers burning bright...Dinner, dessert, sleep. 030619 ... The Pink Panda We shouldn't be caught alone at night Things seem to change when the world sleeps We seem to change when the world sleeps I morph from an unsure...self conciouse...pudgy panda into a seductive...a-moral...parasite who lives on pleasure And you? You lose all control Losing yourself just enough to get lost in the chemistry Just enough to justify Just enough to enjoy yourself Maybe my GMC gypsy feels safe... Maybe I make you feel safe... Maybe you should think about why SHE can't make you feel the way I do 030806 ... spathic 'night moon. 031011 ... megan Madame Schacter can see the fires too 031012 ... ferret it's symbolic of darkness, and my tab button isn't working 031012 ... pete captured here. i am free in you. orion in the south east, and the moon wandering forever. of course then there is the star of the west. atleast the first and the last cause me no ill thoughts. the moon.. well 'everytime i look at that ugly moon it reminds me of you' i am so irrational at times. and thus are the emotions yet to truly die, though they live no more. 040217 ... bryn When I lay awake at night, when everyone is quiet, and all the city lights fade away from my tired eyes, I'm finally able to think about me, not the world around me. Night is so beautiful, with its peaceful silence and pearly monlight and gray tones, stripping day of it's harsh texture 040322 ... ethereal in the night, we are speaking, you and i. to the ones who would listen, if only they could hear. 040413 ... _alone & lost_ night is the only time i really feel comfortable..... the only time i can talk... sometimes no one's there, so i talk to myself, but that's okay. Night is when i burst from holding everything inside all day long. Night hides me 040525 ... silver tears i am gone. i have fallen. i am dead. mentally. leave me alone. busy spray panting all of my clothes black. i will be invisible. and no one will know i'm there. i will die. no one will care. i'll trip on the traps i set up for myself, unknowing. and i will fall into the deep abyss of nothing. just to be numb. no more feeling. no more logic. no emotion. to die. to sleep. forvermore. 040608 ... silver tears the blanket of night sky stretches above me the moths must have gotten to it... there are holes, where the true sunlight is seeping through you say they're stars but they're holes. holes in this warm, fuzzy black blanket. i reach up to the sky and intertwine my hands in the blanket my fingers slipping easily through the holes i pull a little bit and the blanket is moved aside, so that to the left of me, there is a stripe of brightness where the blanket used to sit. i grasp the holes and pull down, the blanket slipping down, and landing at my feet and now.... now, it is day. 040610 ... pete the blanket falls over top of me whirlwinds of singing birds in the absence of the days o strong shadows we run away into this waking dream, through the surreal paths and streams we now that our feet fly tonight along this peaceful breee the moon hanging in the sky, she smiles and sends us down her light her companions sing the world to sleep into this night we go, long the trail that noone knows and when dawn comes we will urvive, fall to our knees and fall asleep. slowly she paints the sky thatthin crimson gold we love and time hs come to rest again from our night running wanderings.... 040610 ... nonlucid a couple of nights ago i wanted to tell you everything, if you'd only ask any related question, wanted to stop lying (by omission, if nothing else) though I betray myself every time I smile foolishly, you miss the implication every single time, don't see my torture as you say 'no, no, we're not together' to the photographer Then, I woke up in the morning and the idea was ridiculous every single night i resolve to change my life and make it better, every single day I forget again I wonder which one is right 040702 ... nightowl the words flow at night. every night i vow to change and i vow to say i'm sorry for what, i do not know, but i know that i hurt for some reason, and i know i hurt because i made you hurt, but i do not know how or why or when but i know i need to apologize for what i do not know. every night i vow to apologize and i cannot sleep with anitcipation for i know it will make it better. every morning i wake up and the thought of apologizing and the thought of my vows last night makes me weary with fear and doubts and i tremble with dread and guilt and i never apologize for what, i do not know. every night i vow to change. every morning i dread it. 040723 ... Jen everythng is so much clearer at night. But night is bad because it allows me to think. Oh Rob. 040913 ... djstar fish are slippery creatures she said, "just find a place and grab" but i'm fully clothed in bed for once and i'm still cold. it could be this room, this unfamiliar room that disorients me in the middle of this secret night. besides the memories on the walls, you're the only thing in this room I know... I had a bad dream, I wanted you to hold me but you were sleeping so I held you instead. And the words you muttered before we went to bed "because I don't feel close to you right now" keeps echoing in my head. How can I catch you if you're constantly swimming away? 041113 ... maK is a place in your mind tahat is to bright to see it 050617 ... ks not day 060322 ... ks not day 060322 ... ks not day 060322 ... falling_alone eerie how you stare and my face glows from blue here i sit outside. 060618 ... the awful truth when i'm waiting for the sun to shine again i am lying underneath this linen skin and i'm thinking of the girl you would have been just let me in. while i'm typing i keep my fingers down try my best to suffocate the sound any noise escaping from my room could be my doom. so i'll just lay back and watch the stars you could see them better where you are up on the roof you dare to dream you dream of me? do you dream of me? up in the small state of rhode i-land you'll never know exactly what i meant but i hope that maybe you'll get a litttle bit a littlte bit so when you read this in the morning i think it may be storming the rain it will be pouring on my window. i hope that i will see you in the evening we can give the night a little meaning i try to peel you off the ceiling................. so i hope to see you on the fourth. and hopefully some more. i hope to see you a little more. a little more. 060618 ... Tibor Quiet nights make room for babies to be born. Warm nights roll out greens to be layed, let stars to be watched. Late nights bring out plans for the future, and needs for adventure. Lonely nights bring out my tears, I miss my Father, my God and I wish i was home with him. Airy nights made my son. I hope I will learn to make myself at home. I hope he won't wish there was more to life when he deamily thinks at night. 060917 ... Tibor Quiet nights make room for babies to be born. Warm nights roll out greens to be layed, let stars to be watched. Late nights bring out plans for the future, and needs for adventure. Lonely nights bring out my tears, I miss my Father, my God and I wish i was home with him. Airy nights made my son. I hope I will learn to make myself at home. I hope he won't wish there was more to life when he dreamily thinks at night. 060917 ... ofsuch goodness gracious it has been such a long night 060922 ... hsg the stars are always out. sometimes we look at one close one and cannot see the many far away. sometimes we see the many of them and forget our nearest one's are watching most closely watching over us. 061029 ... hsg sleep_deprivation 061029 ... evilpunkrawker and that night, when you came to give me a hug, was the best moment of my life, and when you left, i cried myself to sleep. a night so dark, so alone, why didn't you stay longer? 070418 ... re_alisma shadows fall 100725 what's it to you? who go blather from