Reach
For the stars
They say

But stars were never meant to be reached
Were never meant to be touched

Reach
They say

You reach
And they do not reach with you

The stars have never felt so far away
And maybe they’re meant to be that way

Reach
They say

You reach
And their eyes are full of judgement

And when you burn
You burn alone

Reach
They say

You reach
And they turn their faces away

And when you fall
You fall alone

Reach
For the stars
They say

For they have never reached
They have never burned
They have never fallen

You reach
And as you hit the ground
They call you a shooting star

Beautiful
They say

It’s a shame
It didn’t
Last
Longer

(For stars were never meant to be reached
Were never meant to be touched

By human hands

And we are only human, after all)

He worked vigorously
Tired himself out
He began to forget
What true loyalty was about

He played even harder
Exhausted to the bone
He wandered aimlessly
With no where left to call home

He touched the sky
On more than one occasion
No matter how many people cared
He kept himself out of the equation

He reached rock bottom
A few too many times
Got himself stuck in a hole
That was too far down to climb

He laid on the ground and prayed
For his one true saving grace
She reached her hands down
And pulled him up, with a smile on her face

Oh melancholic heart!
Punctured and split apart,
This is not the end-
It is a new beginning;
Magnificent is the power of love,
Intangible, but strong
Surpassing this mundane existence;
Muster courage and move along!

better get the idea
of learning new things.

through experienced
you know.
It comes from you.

To an aspiring author,

You may not realize it yet,
But you are a legend.
These words that you are writing,
These words that are a reflection
Of your soul
Of your beliefs
Of your passions
They will become your legacy.

These words that are falling from your pen
Like meteors falling to earth
Like snow falling to the ground
Like rage and sorrow and joy and hope
They will inspire millions in years to come.

My dearest author,

You may not realize it yet,
But your words are eternal
And your stories are everlasting.
As long as they are on paper
As long as they are on a screen
As long as they are written
They will become your legacy
And your legacy will become you.

Author,

You may not realize it yet,
But though your life may fade
And your breath may perish
Your words will last forever
Graven into paper
Etched into the world.

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©