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 Jan 2018 Stara
Zachary William
I dreamt last
night of a long
lost friend
which was strange
because I hadn't been
drinking
and this friend
talked me out
of suicide
even though I wasn't
considering it
and I almost reached
out to her
when I woke up
but that would
be worse than
suicide
 Jan 2018 Stara
vanessa ann
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours

they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality

and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason

but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy

destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been

the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland

ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing

the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone

but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect

until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet

and so they did.

in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more

the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong

the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter

it was the girl who spoke first:
“**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”


eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”


the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor

so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”



they say no one can rewrite the stars,
so i propose we orchestrate supernovas.
 Jan 2018 Stara
moe
i know you don’t want to be with me,
please stop with the i love you’s,
you don't even know what that means
do you really think that I'm a fool
i cant make the person that i once loved be in a relationship that i only dream of.
so I decided for myself to not have you around
so why are you threatening me
being so hateful and mean
telling me this will get ugly
why are you being like this
what do you mean,
I hate that your deceitful
dishonest and untrustworthy,
a two-faced LYING **** thats
forcing them selfs in my life
I'm really trying to understand
how you could be so selfish  
you just break my heart over and over again,
its better that your very far you see,
cause having you around just hurts me,
what don't you understand.
i don't want you around me
i don't want to be your friend,
and moments that i think of you
i start to remember how you treated me
with no respect you've given me
you always would get rid of me,
please oh please just let me be free
when your in love with someone who doest love you,
but they want to be in your life and have their cake to,
But like that saying goes
If i cant have all of you then i don't want you at all
 Jan 2018 Stara
Anais Nin
Risk
 Jan 2018 Stara
Anais Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
 Jan 2018 Stara
Jessy
Darkness
 Jan 2018 Stara
Jessy
The day is over.
The sun is setting,
Darkness is coming.

Yellow fades to orange and pink.
The sky turns a light blue,
The day is over.

The moon peeks behind the clouds,
The stars are starting to twinkle.
Darkness is coming.

The sun is leaving,
while the bright blue turns deep.
The day is over.

It slips away,
The light has faded.
Darkness is coming.

Life is the day,
Death is the night.
The day is over.
Darkness is coming.
 Jan 2018 Stara
Vizier
I’m a lone sailor being ******
around stormy weather,
praying for any passing ship
to give me a hand.
But I’m not a lone sailor,
I’m an adventurer
all on my own
and not just anyone
can be my second mate.
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