What happens to the stars when there are no words
to write, no songs to sing, no pictures to paint ??
What happens to the stars, when thought stops, and
flow breaks, and vision blurs ??
What happens to those great galactic giants, when
the world turns upside down ??
The sojourners of galaxies, spinning time itself out
before us, in the wake of eternity, left silent in
some poets dream...
Titanic powers of fusion fire, burning for the
lifetimes of a thousand humankinds, churning
with the gravity and desire to hold the universe
because the painter cannot see...
Stardust, everything, the gears of immortality
turning useless, marching on in solid state
remembrance of romance, and lust, and love.
What happens to the stars when you leave
a poet speechless ??
What happens to the stars,
when you leave me nothing to say...
Rock bottom was my home
But I slipped through the cracks
Free falling into oblivion
With no end in sight, I wait
Dreaming of the night
You will be here next to me
Promising that everything will be okay
But optimism is a fools gold
And Eve cursed us
So I know there is no hope for lost souls
No peace for weary minds
Just a life full of pain, and fear
Empty bottles on the night stand
And unanswered prayers
Love is just a four letter word
unless proven in a voice for
caring. It means nothing
it is pointless.
Love is easily abused
Taken for granted
mistaken for lust
Lets face it
comes under trust
when there is no trust
Then it's simply fake
think about it
you won't understand
unless you have been
you are not crazy, baby, but you need to stop chasing after wind.
it changes like a chameleon, blends into wherever it's comfortable
and always leaves you searching for something that doesn't want
to be found. you are not crazy, baby, but you are damaged like
the cardboard boxes left in the recycling bin. you keep folding in
all the wrong places, you need to stay strong, baby. you can't keep
using yourself up to make others feel what you want them to feel,
they have lives of their own, they've got brains in their heads, they've
got reasons, too. we all have reasons. you've gotta let them breathe.
you can't blow the wind in whichever direction you prefer just because
you prefer it because the wind is god-strong. it can move mountains,
it can collapse trees, and it will bury you too if you let it. don't push
against doors that don't want to be open. sometimes it's alright to be
alone, baby. sometimes you have to hold your own hand and sometimes
you have to kiss your own forehead and sometimes you've got to tell
yourself to breathe. you were put here for a reason, we've all got a reason.
we've all got reasons. baby, you can't make everyone fall in love with you,
you can't fix all the broken boys and you can't expect them to fix you,
they've got their own roofs to patch up and their own walls to spackle.
you don't get to choose who they pay attention to, baby, I know it's hard.
I know he turns your oceans into ponds, I know he turns the noise off,
but you've gotta be your own god, baby. you've got to learn how to draw
your own shades, learn where your volume buttons are, baby. press them
when you need to. learn to function. you don't need a hero, baby. you've
got yourself. and sometimes, baby, you've got to learn when to swallow
the rain, when to stifle all the rawness pouring out of you. not everyone
can handle the storm you harbor, but you can keep it still. you don't need
to be always raging, baby. sometimes it's okay to sleep.
you've got to learn how to be.
I read the writing,
30 years old, or older.
My Grandmother wrote,
after a stroke.
it read just like
Now, what was written,
was a copy.
But 5 pages deep,
I was deeply
What a woman.
Pictures only show
me who you used to be.
Your husband used
to call me his girlfriend,
even on his deathbed.
I wanted to quit smoking,
in honor of you.
I cried a bit
at the library,
and just for an hour
I was taken away.
To touch the same paper
you put your pen to,
it truly was an honor.
your daughter is
here, to collect me.
Because that is all
it truly sucks me
And when I look at your
pretty pill bottle,
and try to make sense
of a cancer that made you
ill, how to glorify
a gust of sickly
pills, I am confused
by the nurse,
and the master.
I wish your subtle
be a bit more clear.
I'm confused by the
and saddened to see
myself to be just so
naive. Some tell me
that I'm 20,
a birthday tells me
Who bears the truth,
the truth within,
come out and say
hello, born to die,
don't you hide,
my hair is growing
old lengths once
it's a sign.
Happiness fades to sadness,
Just as the sun fades to dark.
Alone and cold
I feel agony, hopelessness, despair.
My world that was once filled with sunshine
Is now pitch black.
The peace and serenity
Is now anger and frustration.
The love and caring
Is now hatred and bitterness.
But just as the sun fades to dark,
The dark fades to light.
And the cycle repeats itself
I don't know if I'm more afraid of the future or the past.
I don't capitalize "I" if I'm feeling low.
When I call myself the ocean,
it means I'm crying.
Half my phrases are made up
about things I see
but don't understand.
I'm a jungle-gym.
Thoughts climb me
pull out my hair
Nestle in my ear drum
Sing until my fair skin
shines in snow.
I don't know why you still matter.
Why gravity hasn't taken you
smashed you on the side of its bowl
served you to your mother.
I don't know why
I still know what your door
sounds like when its opened
or slammed shut.
I'm scared because I couldn't handle it last year.
I'm scared because
the Christmas tree in the school's court yard
looks just like the one from my hospital window
I'm scared that you're dying.
I'm scared that I lost so many
that I dyed my hair purple
and yet you still don't see me.
I'm scared because September
lives in Seattle
and he's the only one okay with
me not shaving my legs.
it feels as though
everything is miles away
I've never been a runner
and I don't know how to drive a car
I don't know how I'll get there.
I'm afraid of trust.
I'm afraid to trust myself.
What if tall windows aren't enough?
Will the library be big enough to hide in?
Will my favorite color stay green?
What if I lose myself?
What if I don't go to India?
So, forget about shapes and
Octagonals, rectangles, squares and think about
Dimensions and the space you have created.
Or let's divulge a secret that tells of
Fractions; but only your half of the
Fucked up story.
Tessallation in perfect mirrors echoe
Our once too perfect love affair and
Simple equations make no sense when life is a
Scattergram with no simplification ; just to solve the
Remember: wrong order, wrong answer!
I still wake up to a wet pillowcase
To salty tears dried across my face
I've been going to bed earlier
I still don't think I'm sleeping
"How'd yah sleep last night?"
How can I tell him that his perfect child
How can I tell her that her perfect child
I don't cry
Yet I wake up throughout the night
With a soaked pillowcase
And a salty taste in my mouth
What am I sad about?
I could be happy crying
But I'm not happy
I can't remember my dreams
If I wake in the middle of one
I sometimes see certain faces
In certain places
But why would they make me sad?
But isn't everyone?
In some way or another at least..
I try and take a nap
But as soon as I lay down
Exhaustion flees like a cat from water
"We have to wake up at 5 tomarrow.
So go to sleep now, alright?"
Comforting words for her
I always hope I'll fall asleep around 11
I'll wake up 5 times at least
How long will this go on?
I just want an answer
I am 18 years old.
18 years young rather.
I am still here to learn,
and for your guidance, I yearn.
I want to go fast.
Not to forget my past,
But to finally reach my moment,
and then make it last.
I look up to the sky,
And hope one day to fly.
And even when I slip,
I feel safe under your watchful eye.
In a world filled with hate,
Itís hard to not discriminate.
And although were all so different,
To you, were all so great.
Though shalt not that,
and though shalt not this.
But I have done them all,
and yet my life is filled with bliss.
Will I learn my lesson
Or will I just miss?
The sweet serenity of heaven's kiss.