It’s only when the city sleeps,

where wind will whip across darkened streets,

where lost souls roam

in search of shelter,

or another drink,

another drug to waste away their life.

It’s only when the city sleeps,

do lover’s love,

feeling safe in their state of mind,

never giving thought to lost souls,

or who may roam a darkend street,

or end a life somewhere in a darkened alley.

It is only when the city sleeps,

where someplace else far away,

a darkened street becomes filled with light,

and lovers rise to a dawn-filled morning,

prepare for a new day

and never think of what went on the night before ...

... when the city sleeps.

It’s only when the city sleeps,

That we can be ourselves,

Only then can we be together.

It feels like there is so much,

Separating us, keeping us apart.

But that does not mean,

It is impossible to be who we want.

The world is full of unknown,

And there is unknown between us,

But that's ok, we can learn more.

Life is hard but it is hard for everyone,

We have each other to make it easier,

Friends and family support us,

We, in turn, support them.

We cannot be afraid of what life gives us,

We must accept it, cherish it,

Make the best of everything we can.

It's only when the city sleeps

that I join the world.

I thrive in darkness

The quiet of the night

or the smell of liquour and

sounds of

drunken laughter;

clicking heels on concrete

and someone

holding up a girl

with vomit in her hair.

shadows easily blur details of

inferiority.

flirting with

the twinkling lights

and fireflys.

a temporary moment,

easing the pressure of

enjoying sunlight-

enjoying the morning-

supressing happiness

in favor of forced smiles and

empty productivity.

#streamofconsciousness #challenge

That I try to sleep

But pace around

My head is pounding

I wanna go out.

But there’s nowhere to go

But the local freakshow

Where the wierdos

Go

When the city sleeps.

Am I a weirdo?

I don’t know.

Maybe so.

I hang my head

And weep.

It’s only when the city sleeps.

That we come out to play,

We roam the streets,

Trying to find prey.

We walk the streets as humans,

A disguise so none can see,

The Beasts below the skins.

We are finally free!

The city wakes,

And the humans return,

As dawn breaks,

To watch their city burn!

It's only when the city sleeps,

The monsters come out to play.

Tucked away in shadows dark,

During the light of day.

But once the moon and stars appear,

Their lullaby swaddling the Earth.

Gremlins, fiends, and boogeymen,

Carouse with boundless mirth.

#poetry #humor #whenthecitysleeps #challenge #Prose

It’s only when the city sleeps

That the Arachnid creeps...

Moving out of the sewers~

Treading o’er the floodwaters

Ready to prowl...

In the dead of night

Making children yowl

Such a petrifying sight~

Parents have no clue

What they can do

Traps made of glue,

Sticky paper too..

None of them work

Each seem to fail..

The Arachnids scatter

Always finding a way...

To escape from every trap

Never getting caught at all...

#TheArachnids!

They said the City never sleeps

but you tell me this isn’t true.

You say there’s no one else awake

...with exception of me and you.

You lift your hand across the sky

to show me life’s panorama...

Drawing down the shades of my eyes

for insight to our human drama...

You’re turning on the TV (...yes..!)

that portal to reality

(...that’s invading our privacy...)

Every channel’s bearing witness

to such puppets... of you and me.

Here we are! with purchase power

now crashing down the aisle...

Here we are in silent auction,

still bidding farewell to our lives...

And here we are, as made maudlin,

in the suds of a soap opera...

And here! completely shot and numb

in causality of a gun!!

Our show down ’long an empty street...

Dreamt and lived, while others sleep.

And yet somehow you comfort me,

lifting sleep from these City ’lids.

#WhileTheCitySleeps #Challenge

It’s only when the city sleeps

That we can be ourselves

It’s only when the city sleeps

That we can be reckless

And free

When the city sleeps,

There is no one left to stop us

When the city sleeps,

There is no one to control us

It’s only when the city sleeps

That I can fill my life

With love

And joy

And finally be free from worry

It’s only when the city sleeps

And I am nothing

But a shadow in the dark

That I remember who I am

I was always meant to be free

I was always meant to run

I’ve never wanted to be tied down

And when the city sleeps,

Who I pretend to be during the day

Suddenly melts away

It's only when the city sleeps

that I feel comfortable enough to

admit that there's a small part of me

missing you

ghostly fingers dance over my ribcage

heading downward, shockwaves

reverberate through me, just

like the night we caught the fever

and made love in every room

you made this dingy apartment sing

energy up to the ceiling,

laughing as you came

I can feel your hands

brushing through my hair

comments on how soft it was

how you wanted to feel this way

forever, you and me

you wanted to take the time

to figure me out

so when the city sleeps

I lie awake, it's the only way

I can feel you now