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pixiestargirl
24/F/Philippines    A geeky mermaid from the stars. A work-in-progress stargirl who loves adventures, art, books, night sky, and rainbows. I rave about arts, books, TV series, …
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23/F/Philippines    I'm a moon child, but also a star girl. curiouscat.me/lovestargirl kateanolin.tumblr.com wattpad.com/user/lovestargirl

Poems

Kim Denise Jul 2014
I am a stargirl,
Born of the universe.
Take me home.
Inspired by Jerry Spinelli's novels
mims Nov 2013
She is my light
in every pitch black evening.
Her light cuts through every angle
brightening up
each part of me.

She is my only guide
the star I follow
to a final destination
of home, of happiness
of eternal warmth and security.

She is my inspiration.
The reason I wake up everyday
with purpose, with intent
of becoming a better me.
The reason, I go to sleep
with a smile.
For every slumber,
comes another morning
which means a day closer to her.

She is my stargirl. :)

She is loved.
She is yearned for.
She is worth waiting
and risking for.

Yours and only yours, Anne.

Your Mims
AToughMess  Sep 2019
Star Girl
AToughMess Sep 2019
In the right place
At the right time
On the right day
In the northwest sky
You can see star girl
You can't always see her
But she's there
Oh, she's there
People admire Stargirl from far away
But no one sees Stargirl
They see 10,000 lights
All suspended up in the sky
No one sees the 10,000 ***** of gas burning
They burn explosively emitting blasts of passion
But no one sees those
No, one sees her fire
They see Stargirl
Shining in the sky
But not her fire
Oh, not her fire
They see Stargirl
Perched upon a constellation
They see her perch
But what they don’t see is how precarious it truly is
They don’t see the immense amount of weight
The weight she balances
It’s as if, if she moved
The world would come crashing down around her
They see the planets the constellations and the stars
They see the glitz and the glam
The pretty things
What they don’t see is the void she floats in.
Nobody asks about the pressure
Only she, remembers the excruciating pressure.
Because all stars shatter
Before they show their true colors.
She can only hope
That one day somebody will look
With their mind
Not their eyes
And see all of her
Not just the parts that shine
This is for you because if you're reading this you probably need a virtual hug.
Okay? Okay.
There ya go, have a nice day!