I live for the night. I always stay up.
I stay up as others lay down;
I find peace in a sleeping town.
The night time is the right time
to face the dark side of the day.
I like staying up deep into the night.
I feel alive when I walk empty streets.
I love sitting in a row of empty seats.
When I stay up, I see lights turn off.
I am awake to hear something
quickly turn into nothing. I am awake
to bring the only light into the night.
I am here to do my work out of sight.
I live for the night: What can I say?
My light does not shine during the day.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Ok so I have to preface this with I’m a bit drunk so forgive the bluntness but — I like your shit!
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Best not to beat around the bush! I am reading your poems now and likewise 🙂
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Reading your chapbook… goddamn wish I wrote “I Need You/You Want Me” 😍
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Awh thanks! I appreciate that! Now that you mention it, that’s one of my favorites! :S
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I can relate to this on an extreme level ! Ha . I think all of us crazy writers have our nights and days mixed up
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That is totally right. It is what keeps us going!
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