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Stephen Star Feb 2022
Diving into an endless void with never ending clocks that float in every direction

Ticking to time zones that no longer exist.
Cascading upside down I rise into a world
on a distorted path of the less traveled.

I land on a solid platform of rocks and rubble.
filled with no sense of security I walk towards a figure with a face of light projecting old memories onto a wall of painted pain.

It’s filled with uncomplimentary colors devoid of all light.

I float to the wall that was created on the tears of bad luck and I paint my yellow light down the wall in a single stroke.
It ages instantly becoming duller but
The yellow remains moving along with the other colors.

I move my hand against the wall as I am pulled upwards and I can no longer touch it and it eventually vanishes away.

I float higher looking up towards a light.
it engulfs me, now it is all that surrounds me.
Leaving my shadow with nowhere to land, so I caress them in my arms.

I hear clicking and I close my eyes.
"Have all the opportunities passed?
Have all the paths ended?"

I feel the warmth of everlasting sunshine on my skin
and the sounds of calming winds and rustling leaves.
I open my eyes to see a bountiful blue sky
of puffy white clouds and rainbow rays of sunshine.
with emerald green grass forming to the shape of my hands

and with no sense of purpose, I smile.
feeling so stuck in time. and in ways I don't mind being stuck. I smile knowing there will always be a beautiful sky above me and a soft wind blowing even if I'm not there to see it. Stuck. Am i writer? a poet? a singer? actor? content creator? am I all of these things or none of them? How do I begin? How can i be seen by the world but feel safe at the same time? How do I do anything when I feel like I know nothing.
  Jul 2020 Stephen Star
Lane O
I'm lost in your eyes.
Shining beauty like gemstone.
Hearts entwined, always.
haiku for my wife
  Jul 2020 Stephen Star
Daniel
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
Stephen Star Jul 2020
Who is this girl that twirls around at twilight
under the crescent moonlight and the fading sun?

With tears running down her face,
she holds an angelic smile upon her face.

What does she see?
What does she hear? and
What does she feel?

Black feathers begin to fall,
circling around the ruffles of her black dress,
landing by her bare-feet.

Who is this girl
and why does she turn at this hour?
What has she gained? and what has she lost?
Only time will tell,

yet here I am feeling found
while being lost in her day-spring eyes.
Wrote this poem the other day and remembered how I haven't posted here in a very long time. Tell me what you think!
Stephen Star May 2019
My head and heart are split so
Please excuse me if I sound confusing
And make no more sense

My brain has 2 sides,
1 is ruling proudly and the other is sadly devastating

1 makes me HAPPY:)
And the other makes mesad:(
it is a battle of being kind
and being lost in my mind

My heart is split
With two equal halves
The heart of a lover
And the heart of a killer

One falls too easily for traps
And the other sets them
It's very odd to be broken hearted
And be a breaker of hearts.
So I am split right down the middle
An axe making a clean split
but I've gotten better with my halves.

Maybe one day I’ll stitch them up
and see who I become.
I really like this poem :)
Stephen Star May 2019
I want you to say the words I've been dying to hear
Physically dying, making me ill
I want those unspoken words to heal me

They are there,
I know you want to say them.
They are kicking their legs back and forth while sitting
on the tip of your tongue waiting to jump.

Let your emotions pour out.
Sing to me the song inside your heart.
Tell me the words that will heal me.

... I know I'm wrong.
I don't know what goes on in your mind.
I make your feelings up inside my head
to ease the pain you cause

but I know you don't love me
not the way I love you.
so I'll sit here and pretend you love me
until I learn to love myself.
here have a poem, friends. I wrote some poems so get ready for like a bunch about to be posted ****. I'm trying to be more free verse with my poems. Trying not to be as formal also trying more self-love poems like jeez I am such a depressed little ****.
Stephen Star Feb 2019
Water ripples
to the stones I throw
they sink into the waters of my sadness.

I have almost
drowned
in those waters.

So why do I keep skipping stones?
Here is a lil short poem I wrote
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