*When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.*
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
english teachers detest me
because i never capitalize my i’s
but they never once bothered
to come and ask me why
uppercase is a privilege
at least, it is in my mind.
it’s reserved for war heroes
or a painter who is blind
i have done nothing remarkable
i have hardly even tried
everything good i’ve done
is eventually cast aside
why do i deserve an uppercase?
or for that matter, why do you?
we’ve done plenty of bad
when there’s plenty of good to do
english teachers detest me
because i never capitalize my i’s
but i will have reason to someday
and i hope that is not a lie
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
i should have held you just a little bit closer.
-k.v.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC