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What is a star?
A star is that which shines in the darkest sky,
guiding the miserable wretches that pass by.

Stars whisper to travellers in the midst of the silent night,
showing endless dreams upon flicking into sight.

Stars in the sky, timeless gleams,
flowing perpetually amidst love's streams.

What is a star?
It is a dream I'll never attain,
that much I do ascertain.

It leads me at my darkest
moments, with its zest.
A cluster of love, forever near,
yet something unreachable, I fear.
.
I held the seashells,
sang the songs,
let the waves pull me in,
pretending I belonged.

But the tide went out,
and so did I,
footsteps fading,
hidden in the sand.
_
I struggle to trust.
(Some people feel like home.)

I can't open up to you.
(I still want the best for you.)

I'm soft-spoken, and not easily heard.
(Quiet doesn't always mean distant.)

I find it hard to express emotions.
(It's visible in the eyes.)

I get lost in my thoughts.
(I always find my way to you.)

I don't like a lot of things.
(I'll still like everything you like.)

I don't know or have a lot.
(I still want to learn all about you.)

I am moody.
(Moods may change, but nature won't.)
.
I'll forever love you in silence,
Your imprint in my life is deep.
The wounds left run dark,
You are the blood from which they seep.

The breath of my words,
The gentle reason of my smile.
You are an ethereal thought,
That I lose myself in.

Though separated by reality,
Your shadow lurks in my heart.
And like you said, I'll write you—
Till my last breath, till my last smile.
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Backwards poems are so fun to write! They take away my writer's block!
Kim Seul Apr 28
Wounds weep, there's no balm.
Your tears fall louder than pain's calm.
Afraid? No, just worried.
Anxious, anxious—
Ekneirbrucnaowdey—
thoughts slipping, tripping, fading to gray,
Where even the stars despair to find their way.

One, two, three—the stars fall,
Amidst the golden light's sinking stall.
Void, empty, it is,
With no sun to guide which planet to which.
Kim Seul Feb 22
Walking down the lane, I saw—
A withered stem, struggling to grow.
Amidst the dust, I took it,
And gave it to a child, as I deemed fit.

It's been weeks since that normal day.
I went out and heard them say,
A fragrant flower has bloomed.
I followed and found what loomed.

The stem I'd found, now grew with dignity,
It found its place and a gardener,
Who nurtured it with benignity.
Through storms and wind, it now stood brave,
No longer in future would it now fall or cave.
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