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603 · Jul 2016
Baring the truth [Confessional Piece #1]
Star Gazer Jul 2016
Baring the truth [Confessional Piece #1]
I've been lost for most of my life, every wrong step taken in the dark, every turn and twist; tripped over my shoelaces many times and just in constant fear of things. I'm scared that nothing I could do for you ever goes right, I want to tell you I love you face to face, under the light of a million stars. I want to hold your hands, watch as the path we take fill with the indents of our footsteps. I want to kiss you under the moonlight, let you know that with the power of us combined, everything will be alright. I want so much for everything to work out, but sometimes reality is a bit different. What I'm really scared of the most now is, that I might not be the knight in pink armour you were expecting and I might fall short. I wish so hard I could be that perfect guy for you, the right one for you, but what if I'm not. There's no words I could describe you, except that you have a soul I would cross mountains, swallow razor blades for. I'd let myself bleed out if it meant that my blood could somehow make you happy. I'd give anything for you, I just hope that you realise that. You are the best person in my life. I love you so much and just the thought of you leaving, it's a bit of a heartbreaker in itself, tear inducing, heart hurting, stomach churning, blood boiling, bruise causing thought. I don't know how that three word could ever measure up, heck it might not ever measure up to how I really feel. I love you. I just love you so so much. In the same time, I'm scared when I finally tell you, you won't stay.The thought itself is killing me. Babe, there's nothing in this world that you don't deserve. You are the epitome of caring souls, kindness, beauty and much more. I just hope that this message reaches you and that no matter what happens, there's a loser who will love you with all his heart. You showed me what true love is, and in return I hope you'll give me the chance to show you the world, to show you how I see you, because in my eyes , you are everything. You are the breath of fresh air, to the light of the night stars. I love you princess, your weakling loser.....

You are the reason my heart beats. You are everything. You are the sounds of my heartbeat and you are the only thing I want to see between each blink.
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601 · Feb 2016
Driving [Haiku]
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Driving [Haiku]
The morning sunrise
Blinds my vision while driving
**OH **** THERE'S A CAR!
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600 · Dec 2016
A Winter's Walk On A Lonely Road
Star Gazer Dec 2016
A Winter's Walk On A Lonely Road
There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life in the sheer pursuit of you,
trusted you, refuted the news that you have found
and bound yourself in the hidden part of someone's heart.
There was a time when I knew what I was doing
choosing between what I really wanted and what I needed
succeeded in pushing smiles to frowns and ups to downs
I've been around this part of life for a long time.

There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life, just hoping you would notice
but the days seem hopeless when your smile settles stitched
betwixt the happiness of another person. This heart feels frozen,
dilapidated by chosen mistakes, seems that my face
wears the sullen blame of losing what was left of this heart.

This heart seems to beat faster than I've thought possible
in hopes that you hear it's messages, the passages of confession
a relayed succession of beats like the roar of a drum.

But the days seem hopeless.
The closest I've come to being happy
was thinking back on the laughs we shared.
Oh, but it's all a distant memory now.
Goodbye beautiful girl,
I'll always remember you in my heart.
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600 · Feb 2016
You Are You & You Are Perfect
Star Gazer Feb 2016
You Are You & You Are Perfect
I was made different,
Same brain, same race,
But I was different.
Same smile, same face,
But something was different.
I could never speak in sibilance,
Stuttering stressed sounds and somehow,
Learning to live with who I am now.

My parents told me to value honour and integrity,
But come eighteen years of age, they came begging me,
To fall on my knees and kiss the *** of my overlords,
Between finding me and growing up, I lost my vocal chords,
Never able to project my thoughts,
Because I was to afraid of projecting a rejected side of society,
I wasn't really being me.

I was like a car losing its tyres almost edging its rims,
I had all control over my working limbs,
But I never had a control of my voice and it seems,
That somehow as I grew up I started to fit into seams,
Never the thread to stick out from the patterns,
Always be the one to stand back and watch the shattered,
Picking up the pieces of their lives scattered.

I watched people fall like flies and flies fall like pollen,
And from all of it, the message that I have always gotten,
'Humans will never be perfect',
But it doesn't matter, perfection is mere mortals exaggeration,
Of what it really means to be you.
We live under the same sky, same blue,
So being perfect, simply means being you,
Able to voice your words and keep true,
That the message you're upholding is alive, because of you.
**You are you,
And you are perfect.
[No one can surpass being you,
For being you is something,
only you can do,
Thats why you are perfect]
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593 · Apr 2016
Haiku 2
Star Gazer Apr 2016
Haiku 2
Hi I'm Bond, James Bond,
I hate having to despise
The work of these spies.
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593 · May 2016
HER
Star Gazer May 2016
HER
Her voice
Did not sound good
It sounded like music
And music was meant
To make your heart race
To make you forget things
While at the same time
Remind you of the past
And help you live in the future.

Her eyes
Were not beautiful
They were like the sunrise
and the sunsets
set on making you feel
a warm glow
and a shine at new beginnings
as well as beautiful endings.
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590 · Feb 2016
BE FINE WITH BEING YOU
Star Gazer Feb 2016
BE FINE WITH BEING YOU
Being fine with being you,
It's not a struggle that is new,
We battle the demons inside,
Ever since we were five,
Keeping them alive,
By feeding them insecurities,
They need to survive.

Unhappy with our own bodies,
As though big thighs,
Meant being ostracized,
I personally prefer bigger thighs,
Not for the thought of bearing child,
But that they are fine not living lies,
That they could flaunt their mind,
Above the shallow part that is their body.

I remember one day of school,
Being in a restroom, peeing in a ******,
Clinging onto my exposed genital,
A boy who gazed upon my manhood,
Tell me that I was made wrong.
That because my genitals wasn't long,
Somehow I was never right,
Between being too white,
Being an ugly sight,
Regarding my genitals I didn't give a *****.

So purposely I burnt myself on sunlight,
Days out in the open sun in hopes for a tan,
And that was when it finally began.
Words of how I might get skin cancer,
If I ever wanted to get any tanner,
And yet I still took the risk,
Because being accepted for being darker,
Meant being more spiderman less Peter Parker.

Now that I am where I am,
I am fine with who I am,
Because who I am,
Is a path I can't escape,
So I embrace it,
And even if I wore no cape,
Was no superhero to others,
Was different to another,
I was finally able to be more me,
And less like others.
What's good about being a white sheep,
Be a unicorn, be a black sheep,
Because people never count on black sheeps,
To fall asleep.

You are you,
You are beautiful,
You are amazing,
You are you.
And
You are perfect.
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589 · Aug 2016
Let's play vehicles
Star Gazer Aug 2016
Let's play vehicles
I was not the only kid who grew up this way,
taught to believe I was a complete waste
because we'd never been taught to pause
but just to continue on as though ricochets
of words never pierced through the skin
and that the flicker of flame within
will always remain lit, we always pressed play.
It didn't feel that way, the right way;
I'd remember on a specific Friday,
as the other kids raced to enjoy
their time before the weekend arrives,
I heard a kid I didn't know, ask
"Why don't we play vehicles? It's simple".
...
"What's vehicles?" I asked with a smile,
lit by the internal flames of happiness,
a smile lit by an expectation that
fun was to be had.
...
"Vehicles is simple. You're fat, so you
be a truck or a semi-trailer truck.
And you'd try to chase us cars."
...
I didn't press pause, I'd continue to play
with a broken smile lit on my face
as though the pummelling words had no
impact
...
I was not the only kid who grew up this way,
taught to believe I was a complete waste
because we'd never been taught to pause...
and I wished I had pressed pause...
before a spiral of artillery hit my artery
became a stained conscience
on what is really okay to believe in.

Do I believe in the models on screen
or do I believe in the heroes the world hasn't seen.
It's become obstinately obscene...
And I wished in this cataclysm of movies
in this cataclysm of choices I have made
in this cataclysm of regretful mistakes
I wished I pressed pause and simply said

"I may have a big waist,
But I am not a complete waste
because the best things in the world
aren't an illusion created by the eyes."

Let's play vehicles.

We'll all be cars and run thoughts of division over,
because we were all made to be loved.

because we are all beautiful

**No more playing,
It's no longer fun and games,
let's bring a change
by pressing pause
and simply saying...
"I am not a waste".
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585 · Oct 2016
Confession
Star Gazer Oct 2016
Confession
In a world of 7 billion
We found each other
And that just has to
really mean something
Because from 7 billion
We found our paths crossed
And though we'd lose so much
We were never ever lost.

So hold my hand and see the world
See how out of 7 billion, we made it.
We made it,
Not from pure luck but from the love
Deep within both of us.
I love you gee gee
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585 · Aug 2016
Bruises
Star Gazer Aug 2016
Bruises
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen.

I remember throwing
A temper tantrum;
I ran my head against
A brick and broken beam
Till my head bruised
Black and blue.
It was no suicide attempt;
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
It was a cry for attention.

On one day,
After not having my way,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam,
Except this one day;
No black and blue bump was left
But a scrape of my giant forehead,
And as I bled, I remember blood
dripping into my eyes, crimson tears,
filled my soul and my aching day,
So completed in emotions of dismay;
I told myself 'I'll stop hurting myself,
over small and dumb stuff",
...

But came next day,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam.
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
Looking for attention from
a mum who never saw me hurt myself
and a dad buried in the ground;
unable to even hear my cries.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
so instead i covered my life
with bruises and bumps.
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583 · Nov 2016
How to be happy?
Star Gazer Nov 2016
How to be happy?
Step 1
In the age of the doom
Try and enlighten the gloom
because your mind has been twisted
blinded by negative criticism
a misguided decision on who you are
as a person.
If you think the world is dying,
that trying is a burden and a pointless task
just ask yourself, should I plant sunflowers
just to make things look prettier?
because in the age of the doom
don't let chaos consume your mind
because beauty can still exist.

Step 2
It is ok to love yourself
and be selfish from time to time.
You are wonderfully made
with all different shade of colours
so if make-up is your cover
than do what makes you happy.
You do not need to help everyone
sometimes helping yourself
is enough help as it is.
Love others and love yourself
because not everyone is as helpless
as you'd imagined.

Step 3
Be you**
Not the you that others like
but the you that you are comfortable with,
the you that you like
because as clear as day and night,
the only person that matters is you.

___________

There is a flower growing between the cracks in a wall
and the saddest thing is it is not getting enough
sunlight nor water to grow but it survives
simply by the admiration and love
that it gains by surrounding viewers.

There is a flower that grew in the dark,
that grew between cracks in the ground,
between the cracks in the walls
and it is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen.
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582 · Apr 2016
Writers Block
Star Gazer Apr 2016
Writers Block
The demons run rampant
Yet no screams pour onto page
Voices slowly dampen
While whispers whistle rage.

Fiends chase the silence
Held hands with beasts
Caged thoughts with violence
Till words become decease.

A thousand thoughts run through my mind
The ink is full but the page remains empty
What I seek for I shall not ever find
And silence forever remains hefty.
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581 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Untitled
Branches of a tree cast shadows onto the ground,
A bird nest sat across the dilapidated branches,
Birds fleeing the branch yet always coming back, homebound,
And as the early sunrise came, the birds and tree were ashes.

**"FOREST FIRE! FOREST FIRE!" I would yell,
Stumbling on those words since I was six years old,
Waiting for mum to come back home with a farmiliar smell,
But come nightfall I am without anyone to hold.

The early bird catches the worm,
Well momma left early and came back home,
So as the worms continue to squirm,
We never got the chance to roam.

Momma came back home to an empty nest,
Where the birds were caught in flames,
Existing in their own torturous hell.
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580 · Mar 2016
Don't Fall In Love With A Poet
Star Gazer Mar 2016
Don't Fall In Love With A Poet
He will conceal his emotions in sugar coated words
He will know of your beauty before he even sees it
He worries for romance rather than bees and birds
And he will be insecure about acne and zits
So his confidence isn't exactly alluring.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
He will let his words rain like blood on a river
Diluting all that is left of clear purity.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
Because he will not know how to fall out of it,
He will bury himself in an abyss
That is heartbreak.
He will surround himself
with tales of heartbreaks and heroism,
tales of company and parties
when he is actually still lonely.

Don't fall in love with a poet
He will tell you of your beauty
And as much as he knows it
He will tell you of your perfection.
Don't fall in love with a poet
His words will break
And he definitely knows it
That he will hold himself in heartache.
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578 · May 2016
...
Star Gazer May 2016
...
...And I love you more than I do myself.
I love you with a heart that lives deep in the shadows
Where only your light could fetch it out of the barren wastelands.
It was your love that has shown me light
It was your love that I longed for
It was your love that I will die for.
It was you.
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578 · Oct 2016
Mini Poem To Gee Gee
Star Gazer Oct 2016
Mini Poem To Gee Gee
To the most beautiful girl in the world,
I know you have been through so much
And though you try to stay strong
I know sometimes that it isn't enough.

So my starshine, I want you to know
that no matter how bad things get
I will always be there for you
A little more but never a little less.

You make me happy beyond words
from all the care that you show to me
I've never met a girl as great as you
who treasures only making me happy.

I love you gee gee for filling up my life
with joy and love.
You are the perfect girl I can rely on
for anything.
one two three, I know I can always
count on you no matter what.
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577 · Oct 2016
To GEE GEE
Star Gazer Oct 2016
To GEE GEE
The skies may fall
The clouds may turn grey
The dark may rise
But I will love you all the way.
Be it tomorrow, today, yesterday.

They say love is chemistry
Chemistry is simply a science
I simply respond to that in silence
Because with you it's not science
I don't care about the facts
I don't care about your figure
There's a different picture
You are an artwork to be adored
And you can only ever see art
If you chose to see it with your heart.

I want it to be in the darkest hour
I will watch you like a blooming flower
In the brightest moment
I will be by your side till
We join the words never and over
To form the fact that we're never over.

I want you to know,
You are my future.
GLK+StarGazer
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574 · Apr 2016
9 Seconds.
Star Gazer Apr 2016
9 Seconds.
In 9 seconds it'll all be over
You'd hope you weren't sober
As it enters your body.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
Pray on your four leaf clover
That it'll only last 9 seconds.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
Time might feel slower
As you resist restraints.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
But the stench of sweat odour
Will scar your remaining life.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
You'll feel a burden like boulder
Too heavy to carry.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
You'll never get true closure
But it's not a choice.

In 9 seconds it'll all be over
As volts of electricity pass your shoulders
And in 9 seconds it'll all be over.
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573 · Feb 2016
When Pen Is Mighter Than Sword
Star Gazer Feb 2016
When Pen Is Mighter Than Sword
The pen was mightier than the sword,
For the damsel in distress was bored,
Nothing to do in her own spare time,
She found her saviour, simple rhymes.
Knights would heave and sway the blade,
Only to find the princess with a quill,
So as tales go, they would never get laid,
And she had more poetry to spill....
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572 · Jan 2017
I miss you
Star Gazer Jan 2017
I miss you
Your absence is the definition of my abject demise
I've covered my eyes in hopes you'll magically appear
but sheer wishful thinking does not change reality,
the agony of opening my eyes every time to realise
that you aren't there seems to sadden my mind.
I find that your presence is the thing I miss
the bliss of your scorched warm differ to the burn
that have returned on my skin from the lack of heat
and day in, it feels like I'm living on repeat.

Your eyes remind me of hopeful dreams like the cream
that settles atop the sweet drinks and sweet things
you are the sweetest person I have ever met
I forget what it was like to hear your voice
to see your beautiful smile that give rise to pure sweetness.

Your absence is the one thing that has hurt me lately,
the safety and comfort I've felt in your arms have dissipated.

So beautiful, can you smile for me again.
I love you and I'm always proud of you.
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572 · Feb 2016
Marks [Haiku]
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Marks [Haiku]
A brand new canvas,
Brushing strokes sway back and forth,
Canvas now tainted.
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571 · Jun 2016
Crush
Star Gazer Jun 2016
Crush
I've been thinking about the word crush
And how you were my first
And how better days became worse.
I sat behind you in English,
Every two p.m Tuesday was a picnic
And I dreaded when the class was finish.
I remember ignoring the world
From all the words the teachers hurled
I heard none of it,
Made fun of it,
to make you laugh.

The only time I ever saw your face
Was on my way to my desk,
But when it came to your fashion sense,
Or your favourite taste
I'd already known them all
Before I even knew you.

You did not look back all year,
Till the end of the year
When you and I were face to face
To tell me
'I've been shy, I wonder if you'd like lunch',
Trying to mask my joy, I giggled
'Yes I'd like that very much, place and time?'

You never appeared,
And that was the end of the year,
So now I know the meaning of the word crush,
I know of how you left my heart to crush,
I could c-the rush before everything fell apart.
You were just a crush.
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570 · Dec 2016
Writers
Star Gazer Dec 2016
Writers
Writers are forged from the fires of struggle
made to never crumble under pressure
like treasures embedded with diamonds.
Writers are fighters facing thunder and lightning,
writing the spark, the shock, the rumble
and the calm that comes after.
Writers are like iron forged under fire
burning with desire to be as strong as possible,
as sharp and logical as any thunderstorm.

Writers are roses in a valley of dandelions
aligned with lines as thorns and rhymes as petal,
which settles on paper.
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569 · Nov 2016
Fall
Star Gazer Nov 2016
Fall
Take that chance, take the fall
because falling is the first step to flying,
It is the landing you have to worry about
You may fall but never land.
You never really know what you get
until you are sure you want it.
Be sure, and by what i can see,
you want your illuminating star,
no matter how much you push away,
the gravity of that star pulls you in.
So listen to me....take the fall,
because it might just be
the best **** ride you're given in this life.
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568 · Nov 2016
Gold
Star Gazer Nov 2016
Gold
A man does not love a beautiful woman
He falls for those that makes the world beautiful
So treasured enough that treasures become mere gold
And stories untold become life-long diamonds trapped in a tunnel.
Because she is the one he can run to,
the one that he would ctrl z, undo,
only to come to the same place again.
She doesn't have to wear a dress
Or show off her breast, no she doesn't
wear makeup to cover the darker shades
because even darker shades happen in nature,
and so 24-7 she's an infinite loop encased in his mind,
that glimmers of gold yet shows him that love is so blind,
because a man doesn't love a beautiful woman,
a man loves a woman that makes his world beautiful.

While chasing a sunset that catches your eye
you've learnt to forget that it doesn't last
and as an overcast blocks the light,
you'll be stuck as part of the older past.
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562 · Feb 2016
I want to love you
Star Gazer Feb 2016
I want to love you
If I were to say I love you,
It means I would have your back when times a tough,
But no mere words are simply ever enough,
To describe the elevated heart rates and how it goes into a cuff,
Locking itself into nothing but your embrace.

I want to love you,
The way an astronaut loves space,
To love you when there's really nothing to taste,
And even if the world slowed you down in terms of pace,
I want to be the one to hold you up with my racing heart rate,
And tell you I want to love you like an astronaut loves space,
And in my eyes you will never be a waste of space.

I want to love you,
The way the stars love the moon,
Not somewhere in the morning or at noon,
I want to love you even if you were the darkest rune,
A fixture of nothing but dust and bones spoiling soon,
I want to love you.

I want to love you,
The way a mother bird loves its baby birds in the nest,
The way it embraces them in her arms even if they are a mess,
The way she chews on worms to feed them before herself,
That's a true test,
A true test of what love blessed,
From above surely will seem like.
I want to love you like a mother bird loves its kids.

I want to love you,
In the way a pilot loves to fly,
Soaring throughout the sky,
Nothing but your hand to hold up high,
Your warmth penetrating into my soul, nothing could go awry.
I want to love you like a pilot loves to fly
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561 · Feb 2016
O' gravestone
Star Gazer Feb 2016
O' gravestone
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
How you sit alone
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
'Twas a battle zone.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Artillery of hate hurt you
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Blood rained red stained blue.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
If the shells did not ricochet,
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
You might have seen today.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
You were never the prey
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Caught in the crossfire sprayed.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
I miss your comfort
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Why must I turn to you when hurt?
I finally closed a chapter of my life - my first real heartbreak. It's finally done and over with, but I realised that I turned to dead people of my past more than the live ones, i don't know if they hear me, if they probably did they'll say stuff like what a weakling or stuff. I went to one of the best people I've known taken from this world by cruel words too young. I don't know if she could hear me but she's always been the one to hold me together when i fell apart. She'd just push me to go play sports and that usually made me forget things because shed shown me that how much of a weakling i am on the court and off.  But yea, i finally closed a chapter of my life. It's pleasant in a manner to have closure.
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561 · Jul 2016
Poetry
Star Gazer Jul 2016
Poetry
Each line overlays the preceding line,
Building a foundation to yours truly;
A passageway to bond your heart to mine,
With bridges of stanzas and roads of words.

A simile for your exquisite smile,
Like the luminous pearls from the oceans;
Or like stars that last in the night awhile,
Yet remembered for an eternity.

A metaphor for your beautiful eyes,
The way they would gently look into mine
And sometimes rained as clouds from the blue skies;
Out of security and happiness.
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560 · Apr 2016
Sweatshop Cinderella
Star Gazer Apr 2016
Sweatshop Cinderella
A Chinese girl in a sweatshop
Constantly working non stop
As news of a ball comes around
And it's happening in town.

She tells her employers
'Let me go, or I'll call a lawyer',
All said and spoken in Chinese
from the girl who loved trees.

She loved nature from all angles
Even the vines that did tangled
She smiled at any hint of fresh air
And believes it's best to be fair.

Her employers responded 'no-
that she was not allowed to go'
And she wished to see the world
And have her straight hair curled.

She sneaked out the back exit
And gave herself some credit
'You can do this, you are strong
And you won't be out long'.

Along the way to the fancy ball,
As she ran across the town hall,
A woman caught a glimpse of her
And somehow the strange did occur.

The woman gave the girl new clothes,
From a clothing shop that had closed,
Dressed her in pretty pink shoes
That seemed like new news

After dressing up she ran for the ball,
And she knew the fun won't be small,
So as she arrives, through the doors
She realised no one who seemed poor.

It was a party, and a party needed alcohol
To soothe the boredom that settled in her soul,
So amidst her drunken charade
A man appeared before her eyes like a mirage.

Her eyes while blinking met his eyes
And suddenly she was no longer shy,
She spoke eloquently of her adventures
And how she met professors with tenure.

They conversed and he found himself
Placing her laugh on a metaphorical shelf
Doing all that he could to make her laugh
But their time was cut in half.

She had to leave and make her way back to work,
So with a gentle wave and a 'goodbye' filled with quirk
She ran for the exit dropping the sweatshop business card
and he still pursued to chase her despite the facade.

He arrived at the address on the business card
While keeping his suit clean was very hard,
He ventured on to find the perfect girl
Who made his heart race and twirl.

He ran around looking for her
But it never did occur
that there were five others who wanted him
so his chances were quite dim.

The first girl clearly had different hair
The second girl was in a wheelchair
The third girl had a different skin tone
And the fourth girl was no meat, all bone.

The fifth girl however, just kept a pretty smile
And although he only saw her for a while
He could tell she was not the one
That left before the night was gone.

When suddenly birds chirping in the distant
Being completely resistant
Against the heavy metal door
And he knew it for sure.

There she was, walking through the metal door
As beautiful as she had looked the night before.
He looked at her, and asked her out
She was shocked and surprised she barely let out a shout.

She found her happiness in him,
And their time spent weren't grim,
For he understood her quite well
And lived life in complete swell.
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558 · Jun 2016
I'm sorry Victoria Rose
Star Gazer Jun 2016
I'm sorry Victoria Rose
I broke your heart
And I am sorry.
I hope this apology
Doesn't fall short.

I know some days
are extremely hard
our hug fell apart
before it even formed.

I am sorry, its my fault
You've given my days magic
And I returned in tragic,
And I can't fix things.

When you sing, your voice-
is soul moving and beautiful,
completely acoustical,
And I miss hearing it.

Don't blame yourself,
You are still beautiful
And that is indisputable
So please stop blaming yourself.
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551 · Nov 2016
To Teddy
Star Gazer Nov 2016
To Teddy
Some things remained close because they were never meant to be open,
not all is starlights, high tides and bright nights in each moment
but it is not to say that they won't appear or have appeared before you
the exit sign is still lit, your smile is cracking but the glue is before you,
I know I have said it many times before, how I urged you to stay strong,
to listen to a song, to meet people and get along but I was wrong...
sometimes staying strong isn't enough to keep you smiling or happy
and something is always lacking, so please listen to me;
you will make it, because bending and not breaking is your style,
and teddy, that smile, will arise before you as the way it has before
so you can choose the exit door or just hold on a little longer.
stand a little stronger, build yourself firmer, because you won't break,
there's a space filled with opportunities, chances, so without haste,
what is your sign? Is it a Leo, Capricorn or cancer? What's the answer?
It doesn't really matter, because signs don't define you, they define route
and the news that you aren't happy with the you, the you that you are,
is like lighting a burning star on fire just to wish of it from afar.
Take your signs, the exit one is still lit but so is the building
because you are not crumbling, not while I am here, friend.

Take a minute off your mind and don't mind the minute details,
they're like emails, trash boxed and binned, forever stuck in junk.
I know it's not about fun, it's heart and soul, tears and sweat
each moment could be a laughter packed with imminent regret
but you better not forget that I am your friend and I have hope
that you know what is the better road to take, the path to make,
the sea escapes my eyes like a wave clasping onto the shores
and before you, I see a strong piece of solid gold amidst the waves
never changing shades, always floating on as the sun overcasts a light,
and it reminds me that maybe that is enough to see in humanity
the flicker of light, a spectre of sight, a tiny bit of 'I'm probably not right-
but I don't really care', and to be fair, that's all is required.
Take the path that you wish to tread because what is walking a thousand miles for someone worth, when you're walking alone?
[To my friend: the teddy bear] - Don't give up on yourself
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551 · Feb 2016
Sirius [Haiku]
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Sirius [Haiku]
Sirius hearts lay waste,
There was never any space,
Its shine starts to dim.
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550 · Feb 2016
Here's To Moving On [15W]
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Here's To Moving On [15W]
I was hanging onto a dead vine which
I thought was going to eventually blossom.
One step at a time,
As of tomorrow morning,
Things will feel unlike.

Sorry I chained you,
To the nuisance that was me,
but you are free now.

You can move along,
So i believe I will too,
Wish you best of luck.
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549 · Jul 2016
Ode To Mana.
Star Gazer Jul 2016
Ode To Mana.
They say words can blow a thunderstorm into oblivion;
But sadly one thing I've learnt, it can't be done twice.
You are a bright soul, both as the sender and recipient;
And I'm saddened that your light has been dimmed.

In the time I have come to learn about you, tragedy
became your bread and butter but you stood strong;
Yet you drew last breath as societal war's casualty;
And I had hoped I'd help you find your inner light.

You taught me, that the inner me and the enemy
Are synonymous with one another, and though
people brandished darkness and negative energy
You taught me, to stay strong and shine brighter.

I just wish I could have been there to cut the ties
That bonded your soul to your late grandmother's,
I just wish I could have been there to cut the ties
That bonded your last breath with your last light.

I do not flick a light switch on this day to guide you;
For today, I will light a candle to memorialise;
The day that you have finally left the flames of blue,
And found your peace.

I hope that wherever you are, you are watching the stars;
And I hope that this dedication reaches you at the gates
Of heaven.

- Your friend.
RIP Mana.
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546 · Jan 2017
Honest Words # 1
Star Gazer Jan 2017
Honest Words # 1
I could live a thousand years
or a million different lives
but not one of them
would mean anything
if I could not live them by your side.
A message to my georgia.
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545 · Dec 2016
Bifurcated Lives
Star Gazer Dec 2016
Bifurcated Lives
She and I, we lived completely different lives
like night and day trying not to be afraid of being in between.
I've seen a dark sky eclipse the brightest days,
the highways drenched in complete silence
a timeless space where no cars are passing by
and you and I were forever destined to go separate ways,
except we weren't really moving.

I've lived through the Hellos and I've survived the goodbyes
the wind might cry but I'm certain we were meant to part...
Because she and I, we lived completely different lives
like tangent lines, never meant to be together forever
just an effort to prolong the possibility of being apart.

Because she and I, we lived completely different lives...
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545 · Feb 2016
Rose
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Rose
The rose grew and blossomed on the farm,
With all her beauty, the alluring scent and charm,
Sadly one afternoon the florist shred her thorns
And in between being lost, being found and being torn,
The florist cut her from the ground,
Where she felt quite homebound,
As she was sold to numerous and countless men,
her life fell to shambles and at time to rot in a den,
She was never the same rose ever again.
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543 · Apr 2016
My Origins
Star Gazer Apr 2016
My Origins
My best friend loved to write,
She wrote haikus to ****** novels,
She didn't beg nor grovel
For the words to touch the page,
But she instructed that 'life-
life is a big stage, each plot,
each character and each scene,
should all be well developed'.

So taking heed of her advice,
I wrote a simple boy meets girl
story.
It was about a boy,
Who had fallen in love with his
best friend.
I titled it 'My autobiography'.

She had also told me,
Every good novel,every good story,
Every good poem, every good anything,
Has a twist in outcomes,
A plot twist in other words.

So as I got deeper and deeper into-
The creation of 'My autobiography',
She told me ' If you can't write a plot twist,
I will write one for you'.

So she decided to flee from the shackles of Earth,
And now it's no longer a boy meets girl story,
A rather ' Boy cries at a gravestone story'.

I flooded her stone, not only with red roses
But with strained eyelids.

The real purpose of this piece is to ask you,
What story would you like to write?
~I'm writing a new story - Hopefully one that is filled with as much happiness as I am feeling right now. It's a blessing to meet such honest hearted and kind hearted people
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543 · Aug 2016
I went too far...
Star Gazer Aug 2016
I went too far...
I made myself the ink
that you chose to write your love;
I made myself the pen
that you labelled was never enough.

I became the paper
that you wrote a love letter for someone else
And I couldn't hear my voice
As I let the feelings cage in, begging for help.

I became the pages
that you wrote a different story on
And I've been hurt by you
but I have no idea where the sorries are gone.

You never wrote about us
you wrote about him, about her, about Earth
But nowhere am I in words
and I ventured on to find my own worth.

I went a little too far...
and became mere playthings in your life...
I went a little too far...
and now I'm lost without a guiding light...
I went a little too far...
and I don't know how to feel alright.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, reaching out for you.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, drowned in an ocean of blue.
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543 · Mar 2016
YOU! yes you!
Star Gazer Mar 2016
YOU! yes you!
Why the sad face?
Why the teary eyes?
Don't feel so out of place
Stop believing in lies!

Stop feeling so blue!
Just look at the sky
The sky is blue too
And even it cries.

It's not Evian,
Don't bottle it up,
This isn't oblivion
Keep your head up.

The sky is blue
And it's amazing
It's blue and beautiful
and it doesn't require praising.

Neither do you,
Just look at the goods
Double that too
And that's where you stood.

You are beautiful
Or you are handsome
Not any less true
And you might have a fandom.

YOU! yes you!
Smile
Because it's beautiful
When you do.
You're amazing,
you should really see that about yourself.
From the external
To the internal light within you.
You are wonderful.
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541 · Apr 2016
The Sky [Collaboration]
Star Gazer Apr 2016
The Sky [Collaboration]
The sky feels so blue
It cries for my hands to hold
But I can't reach it.

Clouds can't cover up
The damage humans have done
Sobs water down; droplets
Lets create a little story with haiku - write a haiku in the comments and i will add it along....[.Group collaboration ]

-Poetria for helping with this collaboration
-Hoping more people add in a few more haikus...
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541 · Nov 2016
Memories
Star Gazer Nov 2016
Memories
The sad thing about tonight is that I'm all alone
I might have even forgotten this feeling,
but I bruise of unnamed numbers in my phone
I can't quite seem to get to healing.

For every call that I have ever made,
For every ways that my heart came to break,
For every single one of my mistakes
Tonight is the night that showed on my face.

Unnamed digits though I know each one clearly
I've deleted those numbers maybe a thousand times
but each time they seem to like the way that I cry,
So tonight is the night that I've grown weary.

So Goodbye
For tonight is the night,
where everything feels right.
The stars, they're beautiful.
As beautiful as the eyes of everyone I've ever loved.
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541 · Mar 2016
Lament
Star Gazer Mar 2016
Lament
Her beauty shone through her sullen eyes
Her exterior formed from a thousand lies
And with each passing day she transformed.
Her reflections became horrendous
Claws, slimy decayed skin and crooked teeth,
That resembled piano keys playing Fur Elise.
She hated herself more and more each day
spoke of hate-filled words to her own reflection
despite the world's attempt at showing affection.
She hated herself with a burning hate,
echoed tales of wicked witches and evil *******
She let her hate devour her soul.

Despite an army of friends and family
Telling her she leaked of pure beauty,
She saw nothing other than her own demons.
Despite a stream of people who were willing
to kiss her and turn her into the princess she
already was, she only saw herself;
a horrendous toad.

The lies she fed herself fattened her
depression,
The lies she fed herself fattened her
self-hatred,
The lies she fed herself fattened her
insecurities
And while she remains beautiful
The lies she fed herself,
Slowly devoured her.
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541 · Sep 2016
Things
Star Gazer Sep 2016
Things
Even I didn't know why she acted the way she did
throwing out all the things we have loved and lived,
gone are the photos of happy smiles slowly faded,
gone are the pillows that formed a fortress of haven.

She threw everything out but she and I,
had kept one thing each, between the sky,
Between the ground that we walked on,
the life of one thing will always carry on
And that is the memories we shared.
The kiss that said 'somehow I cared',
the pieces of our heart like jigsaw puzzles
each missing the correct pieces and
our two pieces will forever remain separate.
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540 · Jun 2016
I Only Know You From Stories.
Star Gazer Jun 2016
I Only Know You From Stories.
I remember you'd carry me on your shoulders
Watched as my clothes and smile got older,
I remember you held me in your arms,
To drive away the meaningless harm,
I remember cancer erasing your strength
And your hair became shortened in length.
I remember that my first word was your title,
Father,daddy,dad,pa like I was at a recital
But it was less Margaret Atwood, more shakespeare,
Because there was no happy ending to be had here.
I remember the way we wilfully fed the fishes,
But then I remember your back with all the stitches.
I remember you telling me you loved me in your final days,
But things that I've come to remember, are all but a haze
Because the things I believe I remember are stories
Told by mum, and I'll hold them to way past my forties,
Because I have nothing left of you except your DNA.
All the stories of us I've come to appreciate,
But...
What was a four year old really suppose to remember?
Is there really a Christmas miracle every December?
Come January, will I be able to walk any farther
As a man without ever knowing or having a father?
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540 · Nov 2016
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I tread the wrong path
made many mistakes
and each turning trail
I found myself lost...
I left part of my life
in the lips of lies
and I'm stuck...
So with aching heart
like crimson cards
packed with silent cries
I hope she at least
hears my sorries.
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I left someone I love...
merely because i thought it was over.
Because I was taught and told it was over,
and I guess this is far from an attempt at closure
but I really am sorry.
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540 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Untitled
I am an adult,
No longer the kid I was,
the kid that chased wasps,
ordered ants to battle,
the one to enjoy a bike saddle,
now those are like colonoscopy,
an unpleasant pinch to me.

I could remember,
the feel of the grass on my sole,
As I ran through a field,
Feeling somehow very whole.
Completely oblivious to,
growing up,
where smiling was enough,
and happiness was trying to look up.

I am not the kid I use to be,
I wish I could be,
But the kid that chased bees,
No longer exists in this world.
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538 · Mar 2016
Do You Remember?
Star Gazer Mar 2016
Do You Remember?
Do you remember that time you walked into the street light?
As Stephanie sat there cracking jokes about being extremely bright.
Do you remember how we used to swim in that terribly cold pool?
As you lured me close to you and pushed me underwater like a fool.
Do you remember when I sang for you?
Jason Mraz's I'm yours
As you were doing your homework or as you called it 'chores'
Do you remember half the things I won't ever forget about our time?
As you left me with the memory of the last knock combined with wind chimes
You look beautiful in my memories.
Yea, I pudged out when you were gone
Don't worry too much.
I'm not really living anyways,
Just trying to.
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538 · Jan 2017
GB
Star Gazer Jan 2017
GB
The past few nights those thoughts seem to haunt me,
taunting the calls of their grips, begging me to hold their hands
but their plans diverge from mine and I've seen their smile
take pleasures in the night like a candle light being blown out.

I'm afraid I'm being blown out, there's more to this world than me,
there's seven billions and many millions of seas, so one loss is small
I love you all but there comes a time when one has to say goodbye
so tonight, I'm urging you to remember that you all are amazing,
that whatever you're facing, I'm sure you'll make it.

Goodbye, may we meet in another life.
Love, your friend - Star Gazer
It's been a wild ride, every ride ends with a last smile, just know I'm going with a smile and that I love you all.

Goodbye
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537 · Feb 2016
Ode To Poop Bro
Star Gazer Feb 2016
Ode To **** Bro
Will permanently be afraid to rush into things,
Remembering songs that my heart sings,
I have learnt the lesson that many rarely know,
When you reach one step, there's always another to go.

Never rush emotions of love,
For it might just make you feel like you've had enough.
Always keep your heart encased in a shell,
For then and only then will your heart not ring bells.
Bro, you can't rush love. Yes you, bro you know who I'm talking to. If it's meant to be, it will be, just trust me. You helped me see the brighter side of the world, i put my trust into you but bro you need to put your trust into me and believe that if it is meant to be it'll meant to be, and if she's the one, she'll come back to you and when you rekindle that flame will burn deeper and hotter than anything. Don't mistake "the one" for being the "back up guy" though, so keep your heart open to love but don't let anyone close that heart too quickly because that is how you get hurt.
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