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145 · Aug 2019
Embers
Sometimes Starr Aug 2019
Carefully tend to your embers
Burning in the open atmosphere
Give fuel and form for solace
And cherish them above your fears,
And when we get together
We burn within our temples
And I fell in love
With the music that I heard from yo-ou.
144 · May 2023
Heaven Has Property Lines
Sometimes Starr May 2023
Wax on our fingertips,
Glitter on your cheeks.

What's it like to be you?

We were in a cardboard box in the backyard,
In between the autumn leaves

The smell of construction paper
And sticks of glue.

I wondered alone,
What's it like to be you?

It's pink and it's blue.

Your bones are so slight,
And mine are just plain.

At first an aversion
Now the spike of my brain.

I don't know why I want to kiss you,
I just do.

But what's it like to be you?

Passions thrummed inside my veins
One of trillions wondering things
Then suddenly you culminate
And like a feather you float within my fate
Lost in my pupils, they dilate.

And suddenly, I know what it's like to be you.

I put on the cat ears and do my thing.

I cut my skin,
I show up late.

I killed myself for Babs and Kate.

The stuttered monologuing State.

The emo kid without a shape
My personality, obliviate
The 29 year old I macerate

That's okay, I hate this poem,
That's okay
I hate this poem
That's okay
I hate this poem
That's okay
That's okay

That'******>
144 · Apr 2018
Despondent
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
The whole world is a muttered apology,
Holding its brilliance over my head like a playground bully
Only on his face I see the furrowed brow of confusion,
Like he doesn't know why he's doing this to me

And yet with sudden jerks of motion he carries out his worldly duty
And when I jump or whine he is hastened in it
Like a corrections officer at the county jail.

You can't purchase dreams with innocence
You can't trade patience for greatness.

Only across the seas of death do I see retribution for so many lost souls,
Who suffered badly or worse than Jesus Christ,
But none of these could turn water into wine,
No homeless man can heal a passerby.

I suppose that makes him a cell of the body made only destined for flogging,
Never meant to return sight to the blind.

And anyway, they've all long since died.

Well I know I'm wrong but my dreams aren't coming true
And that makes me feel sad and dark
I'm being chained up in the dark
And it's being written down as an act of justice.

Won't you love me, and set my gifts aflight?
144 · Dec 2021
Potato Cakes! :)
Sometimes Starr Dec 2021
2 fist-sized potatoes or equivalent
1 1/2 tbsp. butter, softened
About 1 cup Flour
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tbsp. ground mustard
2 eggs
1/3 cup Gruyere cheese (sub Cheddar, Asiago, Jack cheeses)
1 1/2 tbsp. Dried chopped onion

1/4 cup canned black beans
1/4 cup chopped broccoli
4 asparagus stalks

1. Bring 2 quarts of water to a boil

2. Peel and dice potatoes into about 1 in. cubes

3. Add potato cubes to boiling water. Boil for about ten minutes, or until soft

3. Chop broccoli and asparagus (you can also use peppers, or your choice of fried or sautéed veggies) into thumbnail-sized pieces. Add to a lightly greased pan with salt and pepper. I added Italian seasoning to my asparagus. Just make sure to use seasoning that goes well with potato.

If you are using fried onions instead of dried chopped onions, fry them up during this step!

Lightly fry the veggies on medium high for no more than five minutes.

4. Take out the softened potato and add to a bowl with the softened butter. Mash them potatoes up

5. Add in the ground mustard, garlic powder, and dried chopped onion, as well as salt and pepper to taste. Mix well

6. Cut up the cheese into half-inch cubes or bits

7. Add the fried veggies, drained black beans, and cheese cubes to the dough and mix them in well. Try not to add too much moisture to the mix!

8. Add flour little by little and mix thoroughly until the dough is relatively dry. Too little and the cakes won't stick together. Too much and they will be too dry.

9. Beat eggs in a small bowl

10. Make palm-sized patties from the dough. Coat each patty in a little flour, and lightly cover the surface in egg before frying.

11. Fry patties in a lightly greased pan on medium heat until golden brown, flipping halfway through.
I love you.
142 · Apr 23
God's Family
Sleep inside my night,
As a ward of my own head.

A branch of mine,
You lick the skies in my stead.

Got to be weird,
Doing things I'll never see

All your imaginary numbers
Have been teasing me.

But it's really no wonder
As you gather my periphery

That old buzzkill Lilith
Won't stop sh*ing in the sanctuary.
142 · Mar 2019
Colorful Spots
Sometimes Starr Mar 2019
I dripped colorful spots on the way to my death
They are my blood
Warped and wild
Dried and brown
Pink and green and blue and ultraviolet,
Infrared.

You can't read them like a book
They are not crystallized or processed
They're the dribblings of death escaping from my neurotic dream
They're things felt and considered, suffered and enjoyed
Only ever belonging to me,
And even then--
Just something I see.
142 · Sep 2019
sun, stitch me a smile
Sometimes Starr Sep 2019
All four of our hands evoke pathos.
All four of these walls are more easily seen in the morning,
Except the day tears leaked from my eyes.

But I didn't feel human,
At least not natural.

You didn't gently go like I wanted,
I made you give that baby tooth the last wrench it needed and now my brain feels all better baby,
No heart to argue against,
Full steel going off into the night.

And then we'll see smart-sounding, ambiguous lines resolve
One way or the other,
I suppose.

And it's not that you did anything
Wrong,
But exactly the opposite
That hurts, love.
I stole pieces of disa's voice, but I am also my own thing
142 · Jun 2023
My Rainbow's Turning Gray
Sometimes Starr Jun 2023
Sometimes your vessel will glow with a music that's in-between
Rushing fugues of color
You can't make up God's mind

Your dials rotate under moonlight
What went wrong?
Why did you sleep on the roof of your house?

The perihelion draws sweat from your skin
We buried it in time
Cause we're cryptic kids in a tragic world,
Always leaving us a line.

Nobody knows you're here,
Just you
Distrustful of comfort.

We can't find a way to place it
We don't know what to do
Not in this moment
On this radio station between worlds

I can't be like you,
I'm not like these reflections
Swimming around me.

With shaking hands,
I realize the entire universe ends with me.
Somewhere else in time I fall to my knees
And cry the greatest and loneliest cry of all time.
But here, we whirr and buzz on. We talk talk talk when we're alone to keep this moving. Fibers come loose and fall to the ground every day.

It's red, love. The color you bleed. The color of apples.

It's orange. Like "A Lesson in Romantics"

It's yellow, like the sunlight in the morning.

And green, like the forest you've been courting.

It's blue, like the sky you're scared to look in.

And violet, like the flowers you brought home.

Don't you see, we can't exceed ourselves at all, so it's up up and away with love!
There's nowhere else to go but here
With gravity above.
142 · Sep 2017
Brothers
Sometimes Starr Sep 2017
Two towers stand alone in the night
Towers of flesh bone and blood

The air was still and the night was dark
Slanted beams illuminated human faces

Brothers, we stand
And bits of the universe
Like strings or streamers between us

We spoke of those deep things
With two sets of ears that enjoy music

Two brains respond in kind
And voices that patter down streets

Leading up to farewell and departure
Parceled purpose carried home
Waiting for roles in the next adventure.
142 · Jan 2018
Bogged Down
Sometimes Starr Jan 2018
Sorrow thickens the atmosphere of my bedroom
I move slower these days.

Sixteen is on the other side of this wall
That world is so much brighter
There were butterflies and things
Imagination followed me everywhere
Because I was going to be something

Now everything is darker,
Things are less saturated with joy
Hard people everywhere look down on me
They got bigger, they gave me bruises
I wince
There is a deep **** in my head

My hero gained some experience...
He is quite the character.
But he doesn't move so often
The battlefield is in a thick haze.
141 · Feb 2022
aeternal recurrence
Sometimes Starr Feb 2022
What if you couldn't be different?
What if it's always the same?
What if that's nothing to worry about,
Can it go both ways?

Wouldn't it break you to realize?
I'd put it all on the line.
Just to lift up a new song to you,
This happens every time.
140 · Jul 2024
False Filter Anyway
Sometimes Starr Jul 2024
I am the north
I am the south
I am the life that I don't know about
Maybe you're versed
Yeah, you've caught a wind
You owe it all to me
I'm your progenitor

I am the east
I am the west
I am the first, the last and second best
Blame it all on me
I've got it figured out
I'm your progenitor
Faith and your doubt
140 · Apr 2018
Venting, venting
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
I could spend lots of time on these but mostly I'm just venting. I realize they're... what they are, haha
140 · Jul 2024
larval stage
Sometimes Starr Jul 2024
I wanna kick intertia's *** so hard
It forgets its existence

I wanna cross a couple things
Off of my personal wish list

I do not care about the cost of it,
I'm freestyle living

So when they come for me
I'll blush and tell them merry christmas

I
will not
Be well
Behaved
Tonight
I'm not
The worst
But I wanna be satisfied

And I
Don't have
The juice tonight
But my imagination's strong

These days I try to speak
But it always comes out wrong
139 · Oct 2018
So many questions
Sometimes Starr Oct 2018
I sold my guitar,
I was a ship gone adrift
With several bright stars
I choked out the nebula.

I watched myself falling apart
With the sad emoji face
I went dumb, I went numb
And took a knife to my face

Unrecognizable.
A product of collision
With a cold hard world
And stupid decisions

Take me apart
Under the night sky
Show me what I mean,
Show me what is left.
139 · Nov 2017
i'm aware
Sometimes Starr Nov 2017
sometimes i just write my feelings
i hope you don't think
that i think all of these
are good
138 · Feb 2019
23, Patience is a Virtue
Sometimes Starr Feb 2019
The tranquil sight of an easy river deceives the world--
That glassy water hides red medicine.

Cupping the water to my lips
It was sweet and savory,
Iron-rich and good to discover
Deepening the reach to every muscle

I saw the river nymph picking up sorrows and breaking them on her knee,
Her eyes looked sad or something but she was hella cute,
Building up a campfire to keep herself warm

How much longer can you be the secret of the wilderness?
We walked for miles through the trees
And she elaborated on red medicine, pouring nectar in my ears.

You hovered, still glowing when my skin hissed and spat black pus
You waited in the rain for my organs to warm up
Caressing my forehead
Like a faithful sentry

Take my stones and round them out,
I'll pitch my tent here on this riverbed
And we'll laugh along with the sunset,
Skipping them.
138 · May 2018
dear d---,
Sometimes Starr May 2018
let positive feedback loops be locks of blonde hair.

let angels be the rivers that come together, making us real

let this embrace
by the fireplace
be the whole universe,
now or never

lost forever--
we've a lot to sever.

and sever it well with words like perfect
which are not only words, but ringing verses
of an infinite thing that can't be contained
like clouds that were building, and so it rained.

before i left town, you cut your hair
and where it is now, does anyone care?
they severed it well, my infinite love
i bid you fare well, where ever I go.
138 · Nov 2019
strangers
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
/

sometimes, when the sun is going down
i can taste it--
i can taste the taste of leaving.

and sometimes when i'm down
i can't steal it
and i taste the taste of losing.

//

it's always getting late
in our little city made of glass.
a wish on a wing,
if only it didn't mean so much.

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i run with you
who's the **** **?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.

/

sometimes, when my head is spinning
i just question
i just question the whole thing

because sometimes, for all we're given
i just hate it
i just really hate the whole thing

//

it's always getting late
in our little city made of glass.
a wish on a wing,
if only it didn't mean so much.

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i **** witchu,
who's the **** *****?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.

////

you're just a stranger.
when the world feels cold
and my help's not with me.
check my sanity,
am i even listening?

don't get me wrong,
i've got a mind for love
but i'm staring long
'cause it's not always enough.

(for everybody!)

and sometimes
i start coming apart
and i feel so strange.

so strange

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i run with you
who's the **** **?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.
NOT A ROMANTIC PIECE

this is a song about how we are as humans and certain just tragedies of our physical makeup as a species. there is of course good, there is of course love and successful life in the universe, but this is just about the fact of just straight loss, and just taking that in and feeling that. there's also a bit of commentary about our ability to actually tell good from bad
138 · Apr 2023
Perfect Tension
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
No, I will not accept
That I made some mistake
You contrived ******* wraith of the universe
Looking to usurp any chance you get.

No, I will not accept
That I am deserving of stigma
Your hellish spikes
Always trying to pierce my hide.

No, I will not accept
A world that foists blame upon me,
The one who toils in suffering to find
The death of infinity lies with him alone.

No, I will not accept.
Is this what I get?
Is this what can be afforded?

No, I will not accept.
For everything I must have gone through,
This is what I get?

You're shorting me
I see your glory
Always so far out of reach

You're shorting me
Of course I'd be
Right at home with jealousy

I want to see what we can be
If I'm alone
Just forking show me.

Just show me
Just show me
SHOW ME WHAT WE CAN BE!
Sometimes Starr Feb 2023
Sometimes I wonder why i
hold on
So tight
To the thing that
Killed me
When it lets me down so often
Makes me feel
So awkward
Sends a buzzing message
That I guess I don't belong

You might think I'm crazy
For saying that at this point
Babe, I love you dearly
Don't mistake the message

It's just that there's this problem
We're never seen here solving
Don't blame you for a second
Baby, blame me.

I know where we're going
137 · Feb 2018
Untitled
Sometimes Starr Feb 2018
with don't really care
coming from chasms
he talks of purity,
he is not a fine specimen

he is a bad fisherman.
an undisciplined idiot,
a terrible poet
and a stargazer desperate.

with few points of brilliance,
i'm absentminded
out of tune and an awkward singer

a pathetic punk
giving you the *******.

with few points of brilliance
with few points of brilliance
i cling to what matters
with few points of brilliance
sort of trying to capture a stream of thought and a mental resolution of confidence and  moment of self-realization
137 · Feb 2018
unseeming
Sometimes Starr Feb 2018
the universe has hits and misses,
and i guess i'm just a miss.

but if you zoom in on the quantum foam
you'll see the bits of bliss.

need i remind you what this is?

it's stupid, isn't it?
137 · May 2018
my love along the vine
Sometimes Starr May 2018
my ambivalent sweetheart,
don't shy from my love--
these veins run through all things.

i see you on the fruiting vines
a wild-haired woman
running down the street
to apologize

i see it in your homebound eyes,
she's made it just in time.

if you give me what i'm looking for
we'll die a happy death
and no one's words could ever change
our polished paradigm.

and rough in love was breath--
but if you're looking for a body
i will give you mine.

i will give you mine.
i will give you fine, fine jewelry
i'll make it from the sky.

and what do you mean you miss me?
i am right here, we're here
my lover, don't be shy.
have you ever seen the wild-haired woman?
137 · Sep 2018
A Thing
Sometimes Starr Sep 2018
I was a great poet,
But everyone just scoffed at me
Only a few respected how hard i tried
To fix my life.

The law cut me down,
Did not care that i was trying hard
Brought such pain and misery to my life

But it was also great to see that people genuinely do care
And the world is trying to change for the better

Keep working on it,
Keep trying to perfect government
Don't be too lenient or too harsh
Work with societal and individual affect in mind

Be decisive and aware
Lay your ego to the side when necessary
Be realistic, stay educated...

And don't avoid doing things you'd like to do
Like i have been doing...

Foster something worth fostering
With the fullness of your heart and mind
Hold your tongue
And be kind
Yes
At all times.
136 · Nov 2018
The Earth
Sometimes Starr Nov 2018
The Earth is gonna be our home
For a long time
We'll make sure of it
We love it
We don't want to be floating around
In some tin can
In outer space
We love our Earth
We love the trees
And the bears
And the fish
And the saigas
And all the beautiful sights we see from mountaintops

We are born of clear waters
And so shall we keep our minds,
Keep our government
Keep our Earth
In the palm of our hands
Because we really
Love it.
136 · Feb 2019
I Don't Feel Like I Used To
Sometimes Starr Feb 2019
You are flocks of wrinkled hospital gowns, flying to the junkyard
You are memories of good ***
You are cigarettes dropping from speeding cars
You are the wind, you hear no regrets

You are passed out in the back of dive bars
You move hordes and cities with words
You are chemicals mixing and seething
You were innocent, crushed by the law

You are paradox whirling and singing
You're a judge, that's the best you can do
You are a red wheelbarrow, a sick young girl, and a doctor who writes poems

You are dead to me, dead to me.
You are dead to me, dead.
135 · May 2019
Null
135 · Feb 2019
Another free write
Sometimes Starr Feb 2019
In a blue corner,
What everyone said melts into the local shadow.
The fineness of reality turns literal, and
Infected with human science,
Everything abstracts,
Emotion settles to a gloomy pond in the middle of nowhere

I'll be fine.
I'll carry this to my death
And do my best
To control my body's unraveling if that is how I die.
I'll try to conduct myself the way that I want
And find a reason to smile.

I was the ingredients for a great success
Even if I never found the way to put it all together
I feel like somebody knew
Let's see what happens with the rest
135 · Feb 2019
Crumpled Papers
Sometimes Starr Feb 2019
Abandoned by himself
He sits disheveled
But not as far as he can go
No street corner waits for him
Just walls that don't listen to troubled banter
Raw meat
Walking slumber
A pity cradler,
Self-identified and oft morose--

Crumpled papers.

Is he hiding large and cartoonish pair of scissors
Waiting for the right moment
Waiting for some grand debut?
Why yes and I do use them lol
135 · Mar 2019
Lungfulls
Sometimes Starr Mar 2019
The meetings with genius became less frequent,
It was a cruel joke
My ex was trying to tell me
I wasn't trying to hear it
I'm not a genius
I'm an insane, rambling fool

Brown seawater rushes around me
It is random and fatal and known to me only
It does not contain cosmic secrets
Just unforgiving, icy cold

It is the men who keep above the crushing waves
Who can speak to be remembered
That is self respect,
That is true honor.

But still,
I sing to them with lungs full of water.
135 · Oct 2017
Dog-Eared
Sometimes Starr Oct 2017
Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?
for d.m.t.
135 · Nov 2019
leave a shell alone
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
it's too cold inside,
outside,
so i stuff some food
to keep a warm spot
for good measure

i keep a candle lit, like it's whatever.

crossfaded crucifix
i can't be a loser if
i keep bleeding blue

and she wants a sip
she wants a trip
to the *******
moon

//

i'm losing faith
yes,
i'm slipping away
as i slather these substances
tripping all over you

these muted tones
just turn to stone
when they reach my ******* center.

your muted tones
just turn to stone
when they touch my ******* center.

i guess one day i'll get better.
i guess one day i'll get better

these muted tones
just turn to stone
when they reach my ******* center.
yo RIP Lil PEEP
135 · Nov 2019
optimization duty
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
do you feel it, though?
your faith in someone's kindness-- it's chemical
it's tied to a biological mechanism that's been hammered out by time
a pattern
the human genome has in general identified certain actions that help promote itself
or, that keep it in its current motion

it isn't just that thought anymore.
that thought has unexplored context for most of us
most of us don't explore the depths present there

so, given that stopping there is not always the best option for the human--
what is it about that response to seeing another's kindness that may be too shallow?
are you perhaps biased in some way?
have you considered the negative aspects of it?
we have the math and we have the science
now we should arm ourselves with it.
134 · Feb 2022
A Strange Relationship
Sometimes Starr Feb 2022
Imagine talking to (or interacting with)

How The Squirrel In Your Backyard Could Have One Eye and a Genetic Mutation Which Makes It Striped

Or

A Frog Which Could Have Been Born But Never Was

Or

The Version of Your Dog Which Developed a Mental Problem and Consigns Itself To Chasing Its Tail All Day Long.

"That is how I see you right now"

...well, then how did you get there?

And what are you to *me
134 · Apr 2018
The Hermit (a freewrite)
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
Wounded, I stay in my room.

It took me a while to realize I was doing it,
That the soreness of my mind
Made it too hard to socialize.

It's too much to wait for my doom.

I send out pseudopods of effort
Baby steps, job applications, practicing guitar
Reading, learning new things

But each of these little legs is shaking
Shaking for fear of failure

Background checks ruin job opportunities
The law stands ready to interject with all it coldness
And has already done so much wrong to me,
But I know what they'll tell me if I say that.

Sure, people care, but no one can secure my future
And no one can secure my happiness

Like, don't worry too much, I always push myself
More than a survivor by nature
And I'll probably be really happy someday.

But... I never saw this coming.
I am wounded.
I just stay in my room.
Don't fall for it!
The needy were never abandoned.
Or, "God is good"
Reckless faith got me here
An abomination
Conflating two different realities
Crafting an argument as if they were synonyms and yet,

There is something to that.
Some impossibility, deep down beneath everything
That drives not just Satan but God himself into wrath
And perhaps
Both are capable of both
And mercy says unto herself,
"Oh, get a room!"
And dies, resting on her inverted pedestal,
Blessed be her name.
134 · Jan 2022
tapwaterhead
Sometimes Starr Jan 2022
"What's the matter honey?
Tap water not good enough for you?"

Yes,
I see the ***** working.

I'm sliding past the mirror
To adjust
Today's arrangement.

The sharp scent of clove--
Cinnamon, honey and ginger
Will melt her nerves today

I will invite her into my home,
And offer her a glass of Perrier, or Fiji
As I humbly sip
A glass of tap water

She loves that ****.
She will toss back her head and laugh

We'll build our own distiller
And jam out
To punk rock.

I will be subsumed in her
With moans of approval and submission
And she
Will turn her head and ask:
"Uhh, you alright there?"
134 · Dec 2019
a few words on that.
Sometimes Starr Dec 2019
she loves me so perfectly,
i say nothing about it
i keep whining and whining
Sometimes Starr Apr 2024
i think i wanna be a recluse
recluse
cause we're full of contradictions
i wanna sleep in the refuse
refuse
it's just an alias of mine

now i wanna be a recluse
recluse
i see the strain in every star i find

i know i'm the strain in every star i find

well, you could give me the world
but i wouldn't even want it
bring this poem to my neck
would i be eager to confront it?
we're stuck in a paradox loop
and i'm starting to feel nauseous
when you realize there's nothing you can do
it's best to be cautious
134 · Jun 2018
old friend
Sometimes Starr Jun 2018
old friend, rest your head on his shoulder
now time has made us older
and smoothed the scars we left each other.

old friend, running through so many cities
nervous nerves alight your pretty
eyes-- but when you settle down,
you coolly wear that golden crown.

how strange has the world made you?
i can tell you, it's cleaved my skull in two
and made me weary

but it has not yet broken my spirit.

old friend, where is your lover?
from the pictures my eyes have flitted over
in times my mind found need of memory
to set my soul against the Enemy

old friend, always running up and down
fire escapes-- we all have something to escape
and now it's all a mess again
so bat your eyes and say, "de rien"

would you believe i've gotten better?
by bitten tongue and earnest effort?

i hope that you are well,
you, where my love was broken in
you, where my song was listening,
but wrong

the world will hear it.
133 · Jun 2019
Seive
Sometimes Starr Jun 2019
It just leaks,
Right on through.
133 · Dec 2018
TRUST
Sometimes Starr Dec 2018
Trust me, I am your death
I will never betray you
I will lead where you will go
You will follow, you will follow

Have faith in me, I am your life
I am hollowed out music
Filled with nescient glory

I could be acting behind your head
But it's the price you pay for having eyes

I could be moving very fast
But you will not know where I am
I could be right here,
But you won't know my momentum.

You know there is a horizon line around your sight,
I am what lies beyond it
You are folded up
Into the palm of your own hand
And you're responding.
Little quantum physics? Btw I know it seems like I was talking about velocity but I mean momentum when I say moving fast
133 · Mar 2018
Space Vixen
Sometimes Starr Mar 2018
Her body, suspended in the air
All around, wearing the crown of technological advancement
A gift of her father's
Wearing something tight,
Something ****

The knowing fire in her eyes
The Olympic torch.

She is absolutely breathtaking,
With the Earth under her...

"What?"

She giggles.

You push off the wall and into her embrace
Skin slides on skin
In a way only zero G's can bring
(well, close to that, anyway)

She is a space *****
Her hair floats around when she lets it out
She is a gem in the sky
A dream in your eye
The space *****
133 · Oct 2018
The bad poems
Sometimes Starr Oct 2018
The bad poems are just my way of saying it's awkward,
It doesn't always fit,
It's difficult sometimes
To know the answer
133 · Jun 2019
Chemical Boy
Sometimes Starr Jun 2019
I'm in a chemical bath,
A swell of activity
Where science touches itself dotingly
Beneath where it peels off skin obsessively

Drink, drink the water
You *******
Stop and smell the roses
Take a minute to whine about your life
And let the sound come back to your ears,
And tell me what you taste--
Tell me what you hear.
133 · Dec 2019
pray for vacancy
Sometimes Starr Dec 2019
A tiny shell is traced by an even tinier ghost
Ringing free in foamy black
She runs along the convex structure
Moving like a drop of water
Running like a rivulet.
133 · Oct 2019
A white flag
Sometimes Starr Oct 2019
Did you ever want to just flop down in the street,
Count yourself among the many dead birds
Trodden all around, tucked into the pavement
Their greasy feathers all tattered and pathetic?

Under that mask of death
Nothing stirs a life.
Cancered and marred
Lauded and flourished,
Ending a continuum
132 · Jun 2019
politics (officium)
Sometimes Starr Jun 2019
Apolitical
College dropout
Weak universe
Busy mind

Game of thrones
House of cards
Stark beheading
Zoe Barnes

Build percussion,
Muscle mass
Sharpen edges
Go to class

Run for office,
Blow your mind
Office is not
Hard to find.
Jump to Etymology - Etymology[edit]. A contraction of opificium, from earlier *opi-fak-io-, an old derivative of ops, opis (“power, ability, resources”).

just a poem about being alive and like biological drive or whatever

my writing is weird i barely try most of the time lol ignore me k bye
132 · Dec 2018
Arts in the Graveyard
Sometimes Starr Dec 2018
When you're not making sense,
You're just making faded shapes.

When reality feels dim,
When you waste away.

But I bare solid truths
On the day-to-day

And I summon your life
And it tastes great.

But if Sisyphus drew
An orthogonal tube,

Then he would be free
Of his terrible doom.

And that is what
I intend to do,

Alive in my youth
Could I be your muse?

But

Maybe I'll age
And I'll be too old

And they won't pay attention
And I'll have to fold

But other arts sing
Just as true, with less face

And I'll wield art again
And forge a new grace.
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