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Stara Jan 2016
Practical clothing
Practical thinking
Logical habits
Stress on the ball
***** are rolling
Lights turning in
Flickering to constant
Shadows grow
Shadows shrink
They never disappear
Deep inside a thought
Stara Nov 2015
She knocked on my door
I invited her in
She made me belive I could really have it all
She came into my life
Or she was there all along
It's been too long
One of those
Basically a part of me
She sits there
So strong and mighty
Telling me it's for the best
She mimics my intuition
I know in my truth  
She is my poison
Holding me back
I could stay here forever
With her holding my chains
In this state of being
But I know about the rabbit hole
Deep down I crave to explore
But she seduces me with emotion
She disguises herself as logic
Everyday is a new struggle
She cast a shadow over me
I thought I knew who I was
But I've just been her puppet
Her entertainment
The more I fight her off
The louder I hear her laughing
Echoes in her empty shell
She knows I know
She keeps trying to unstretch my mind
Into my reality
I told her it's time to go home
I'm sure she'll come back to visit
I'll know how to treat her this time
Hopefully I can just smile and wave
And tell her to F* off
I know I wasn't her first
And sadly not her last
Oh
Her name
By the way  
I just call her
My Ego
For that time I felt stupid for a second, and happy for a lifetime.
Stara Nov 2015
Love isn't scary
She doesn't break up lives
She doesn't cause jealousy
She isn't secretly evil
Fear is scary
And the source of all evil
Insecurities cause jealousy
And can break up lives
Love is pure and beautiful
So the next time you try to blame it on love
Remember love is here to love
Don't confuse her with her insecure cousin who lives in fear
Give love the justice she deserves
Stara Nov 2015
Rip me open
Dig inside
Please tell me what you find
Because I've searched and I've scavenged
I've tried to reveal
Nothin to satisfy
No greater appeal
But go ahead
And sift through me
I've been told there's a treasure
Covered in my dirt
Between my sweat and my tears
My ripped up brown shirt
Maybe it's an idea
To keep me alive
To have something to live for
A reason to strive
But please go ahead
I say as I turn
Show me what I missed
I move towards the door
And before I can take
Even one little stride  
You grab my arm
And stand by my side
You hold me with your gaze
You and your twisted smile
With a soft expression
A generous while
You spin me around
With a soft gentle "whoosh"
And you tell me you've found
The most beautiful truth
Stara Nov 2015
Standing still in the air
That split second
Scarring my memory
Softly returning
To the waves
Brushing up
Kissing land
The diamond sand
Dissolving lovers footprints
Cleaning anything that came too close
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