Just Another Manic Friday

It's been a busy couple of days and I have a great post I want to write about evening Thursday night and how one night can change so many things but I want to able to do it justice and today was just not that day. I was going non-stop until late this evening or I guess it would be yesterday now since it is 1 in the morning on Saturday. So in this late hour I'll leave you with another poem or two and write my story tomorrow. to all my night owls reading: what do you like to do in the late hours that you only do at that time? leave it below in the comments!

Late Night Thoughts

As I sit here, one thought after another

tumbles through my head

the quite pounds in my ears

whispering the dark secrets 

the daylight hides.

That voice that hides from the noise

creeps back in my head

during the silence of the night

taunting me with thoughts

of regret, longing, and confusion. 

Click, Pound,Think

click click click goes the keys.

pound pound pound go the fingers.

I sit here clicking and pounding away

writing then deleting writing then deleting.

thinking and thinking

is that the right word?

does that comma go there?

did I spell that correct?

what was my next thought?

how do I put this in words?

there's therapy in the steady 

click, click. pound, pound.

It's soothing when all you hear is

the steady melody of your fingers.

trying to write what the mouth can not say

trying to find the write order of words

the right emotion and nuance of language

to express those exact thoughts at that exact moment.

click click click.

pound pound pound.

think.

write write write.

think

delete delete delete.

think.

the melody may be right but

the words may never be able to

say the thoughts that stay in my head.