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everyday, i chase this one shooting star, i pretend that im not, but i admire from afar. it’ll grant my wish, make my dreams come true. against an abyss of flying rocks, this light is my truth. i reach up to the top, my arms awkwardly outstretched, like a baby bird straining its neck, out of the nest, i want to fly. but alas! alas, the stars are too high. i trip and i fall, while the stars soar away, there, on the ground, the glow fades away. so i wait again, for the next flock of rocks, and until then, i am obedience – boxed. i don’t make a move, i don’t even talk, my muscles are sore, but i remain firmly docked. the stars don’t say anything – because stars cant speak! but i know theyre watching, even when i sleep. but just when i think ive been perfectly complacent, the stars, they avoid me, distant and vacant, they glide through the wind, granting prayers and calls, but when they see me, they stop – and start to fall. crashing, rocketing, burning alive, the stars i so wanted, begin to die.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
poem #260 - a light year away
everyday, i chase this one shooting star, i pretend that im not, but i admire from afar. it’ll grant my wish, make my dreams come true. against an abyss of flying rocks, this light is my truth. i reach up to the top, my arms awkwardly outstretched, like a baby bird straining its neck, out of the nest, i want to fly. but alas! alas, the stars are too high. i trip and i fall, while the stars soar away, there, on the ground, the glow fades away. so i wait again, for the next flock of rocks, and until then, i am obedience – boxed. i don’t make a move, i don’t even talk, my muscles are sore, but i remain firmly docked. the stars don’t say anything – because stars cant speak! but i know theyre watching, even when i sleep. but just when i think ive been perfectly complacent, the stars, they avoid me, distant and vacant, they glide through the wind, granting prayers and calls, but when they see me, they stop – and start to fall. crashing, rocketing, burning alive, the stars i so wanted, begin to die.
i am not very good at rhyme schemes yet but i kind of like this one still!
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18/F/Australia
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
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