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Jul 17 · 343
Mine
starstrike Jul 17
and for a moment
just a moment
everything stands still but me

and for a moment
just a moment
the world is mine entirely
Jul 16 · 74
Star Chaser
starstrike Jul 16
terrestrial minds suffocate in the clouds
Logic and Rationale scream out loud
consuming the oxygen needed to live and die
leaving none for those with galaxies in their eyes.

Atmosphere pressures all to conform
and crushes all that stray from the norm.
These are conditions where land lubbers thrive
and star chasers are crippled by society’s vice.
Jul 16 · 296
Cosmic Girl
starstrike Jul 16
I know
I know
Within my heart
That I
Belong
To the Stars
Jul 16 · 50
Cowardice
starstrike Jul 16
Cowardice grips me tight
and guides me in all the wrong directions-
like a puppet I go where it wants
I flee from Commitment, from Growth
and float aimlessly in pools of despair
created as a byproduct of Cowardice’s actions

there are times where Bravery finds me
floating by solemnly, head barley above water-
it releases me from my shackles
and in those times I remember how to swim
I remember how to command my own limbs
and I emerge and I stand, to face down Fear

but inevitably
inevitably
Cowardice finds me once more
and when I blink the chains return
and it pulls me in all the wrong directions
leaving me craving Bravery’s warmth
just out of reach now, I grasp for it over and over
but I-
I just
can’t
reach
Feb 17 · 31
I Remember You
starstrike Feb 17
I remember it was an ordinary day
the sun blanketed our town in warmth and the cool breeze dancing though our hair reminded us of many a time long ago spent together exploring the depths of causal conversation.
I remember my heart was content in its throne room next to you, who had carved away my castle walls over six long years.
You, who had shown me the joy of opening the doors to new seasons and stepping outside to bask in the glorious sun I became accustomed to.
It was a wonderfully ordinary day when you whispered poison into my ear and I remember how the clouds blotted the light away and the world grew colder and your words, like shards of ice, shattered a companionship six years strong and I remember how my bones ached as though I’d aged twenty years in a day as I alone stacked up the stones of my castle walls once more.
Inspired by the memory poem I Remember by Anne Sexton
Jan 18 · 225
Self
starstrike Jan 18
Deep within
under the flesh of this vessel
beneath the sinew and muscle
bone and marrow
she stirs.
I can feel her
and I must coax her out with familiarity.
So into the depths I go
d
   o
      w
          n

d
   o
      w
          n

d
   o
      w
          n
to find her
to find myself
oh daughter of smoke and nightmares.
Jan 18 · 25
At Last
starstrike Jan 18
I cannot rest easy
For there are things I know I am meant to do
Things that are technologically impossible
That I can only accomplish in my unconscious dreams

If reincarnation is real I hope more than anything
I am born again a human with the same burning passion
In a time when what I cannot achieve now is finally possible

And I hope more than anything
My new self does everything in their power
To realize the things I am currently unable to
And relishes in every explicitly splendid moment of it

Perhaps then my soul can be fulfilled enough to find solace
Perhaps then I can rest easy at last
starstrike Apr 2019
Only the stars can save me now
Grant me the honor of no gravity
Let me float away in space
Weightless
Away from the world

Solidarity
Singularity
Independency

Make me one with the cosmos
Space dust coalescing
Stars birthing and dying
In simple, silent majesty
And vehement violence
If it can even be called violence
without malicious intent coined by **** sapiens brains
For into the void there is nothing

Sweet, sweet nothing

No society
No expectations
No humanly constructs

It just is
Or it isn’t

What a concept
Apr 2019 · 416
"Okay"
starstrike Apr 2019
Are you okay, you ask
and I say that I am
though I haven’t been “okay” for years

I can’t decide what’s worse:
how okay I am not,
or that you looked into my eyes
and believed I was telling the truth

I can’t cry for help
as I fall into the abyss
so I cannot expect you to save me
but here I am anyway
hoping you might catch me

You don’t
and I find rock bottom,
let the darkness encase me
I cannot blame you, this is on me

If I had leapt a little further
perhaps I could have caught myself
but it is too late now
Apr 2019 · 338
Rebirth
starstrike Apr 2019
Hell.
Fire and brimstone.
Smoke, ravaging sweet oxygen, clouding eyes, suffocating lungs.
And there you stand in the middle of it all.
Eyes ablaze, a grin that could drop a king to his knees.
There’s something else in you:
A liveliness I’ve never seen before.

All at once there is dark.
Then, light.
And you, a shimmering ethereal figure:
A pinpoint, billowing out to encompass all.
Blinding.
Magnificent.
Rebirth is the only word I have for it.
I stare, because what else is there to do?

Who are you? A Queen?

….

No, my dear, I am a God.
Apr 2019 · 336
Asteroid
starstrike Apr 2019
I am an asteroid
Stunned by the effects of your gravity
I lose myself in your atmosphere
But you hardly notice as I crash and burn
Mar 2019 · 197
Forget You
starstrike Mar 2019
Forget you
I have to
Six years and nothing to show
but singeing cold
and Melancholy’s sweet glow

Forget you
I have to
Six years of arduous arguments
and confidence sold?
Yeah, good riddance

Forget you
I have to
Six years of-
of cosmic conversation
undulating revelations

Six years of-
of seismic adventure
prismatic music creation
both of us our best contender
learning to wake from the world’s sedation

Wait!
Don’t go
Six years carved my soul...
But alas, that didn’t matter
****! Clouds shattered

You forgot me without error
But forget you?
I could never
Mar 2019 · 192
Silence!
starstrike Mar 2019
Peace and prosperity paint the walls of this establishment
Walls, which are garnished by explicitly, intricately ornate designs
That flow from the doors to the bannisters
And frame the inner workings of its soul.

But more to the picture there is than the pretty images within the framing
Hidden beneath the green meant to be so calming
If you listen carefully-
SILENCE!
I mean very carefully
You will hear the quiet screaming.

The darkness that envelopes the world entirely
Has crept into the crevices of those ornate designs
All hell rages vehemently
while the workers paint it over religiously
that calming shade of green that whispers the illusion
"everything's fine".
Mar 2019 · 201
Butterflies
starstrike Mar 2019
Your words
birth butterflies
in my stomach
But my anxiety
is pesticide
Mar 2019 · 726
Silhouette
starstrike Mar 2019
Do not dare allow yourself to forget
trillions of stars do dance in the sky,
life is more than a simple silhouette

Some might fall like ash from a cigarette
and Evil will have his own alibi,
do not dare allow yourself to forget

Listen! For the trees whisper not to fret-
from ruins rise new hope to sanctify,
life is more than a simple silhouette

Mountains dwell in every view and yet
birds pay no heed for they grow wings and fly,
do not dare allow yourself to forget

Rivers ebb and flow like a minuet
and salmon swim upstream against the tide,
life is more than a simple silhouette

Though darkness above might seem like a threat
shadows begone one would never know light-
do not dare allow yourself to forget
life is more than a simple silhouette.
Mar 2019 · 233
Silver Hands
starstrike Mar 2019
Invisible money knows your dream,
An untamed pet with secrets
Carrier of midnight visions
Aboard the bittersweet rain train

Free the child with crackling city skin
Calling water ‘gift’,
Plan death with silver hands
For designated sleep it lives
Jan 2019 · 177
Diamonds in Time
starstrike Jan 2019
This house is filled with coal dust
inhabiting our lungs
poisoning our blood

It is how it has always been
cold and dark
unforgiving

But there are these moments
of warmth trickling through the cracks in the walls
They are sparse
like the earrings offered to me today
by the shadowy figure of what seems to be my mother
But they are precious
as the diamonds within them
Appreciated
Cherished

These are our diamonds in time
where the cold fades slightly
enough to be noticed
And I
I believe in the warmth of the world again
if only for a moment.
Dec 2018 · 426
Hellfire
starstrike Dec 2018
i was in the shower earlier
and i kept turning the temperature
up
up
up
until the water felt like beads of fire
scorching their way through my skin
bringing comfort to the blood
pumping through my veins again

and i wondered to myself
if perhaps
the reason i felt so at peace in the pain
was because i was missing my true home
down
down
down
in the raging depths of hell
Nov 2018 · 260
Goodbye, Friend
starstrike Nov 2018
Why would you trade a future for a friend?
Looks like this is the end
Better say our goodbyes
Don’t let them see us cry

How can you just walk away
After all of these years?
The good times and the bad times
All the screams and cheers

Don’t walk away from me
Don’t turn your back and go
You’re the only one who saved me
When the shadows changed me so
What will I do when you’re gone?
Your silhouette is all I can hang on to

Will the skies exist tomorrow?
Is oblivion far, far away?
Will sentiment reap my sorrow?
Sunshine don’t matter if my mind’s a sky of gray

How can you just walk away
After all of these years?
The good times and the bad times
All the screams and cheers

Will the skies exist tomorrow?
Is oblivion far, far away?
Gone but I can’t follow
Now my sky is gray

Don’t let them see us cry
Time to say our last goodbyes
It looks like this is the end
Cause why would you trade a future for a friend?
Nov 2018 · 789
Dreamers
starstrike Nov 2018
What are we
but simple beings, wannabes
Every one a small piece
of the game, Reality™
We all live in conformity
social norms followed religiously
Until one dreamer dares to dream
steps away, breaks routine
gazes upward and flies free
Imagination is all we have
when this world is our lab
where we can be extraordinary
philosophers, never ordinary
Without these dreams
what are we
but simple beings, wannabes
Nov 2018 · 163
Painted Prairies
starstrike Nov 2018
Mostly, I gaze upon the fields and see dead grass and falling trees
With branches reaching toward the sky in a sort of outward plea
Begging not to be condemned this day
Yet winter comes anyway
And the world becomes gray

For the most part, my world is gray
My vision full of its hues where dormant nature lay
Dark and dim and cold to the touch
Like stone statues crumbling down, collecting dust

And for a time, I think to myself
That spring will never arrive
That the warming sun will never shine
And color will never thrive

For a time I believe
All I have is all I see
Dusky days stuck by thorns
Eternal gray, eternal scorn

But, alas, the buttercups appear
Never distant, always near
Creating pink painted prairies
And vibrant stippled hills buzzing with little fairies
In a manner much like Van Gogh
Streaks of holding hands and blushing cheeks' glow

And I think to myself
If we have nothing else
How powerful a symbol Mother Nature truly is
Whispering a message I cannot miss
That after such tragedy
Life can take root again
Vibrant, like a melody
Nov 2018 · 248
Different
starstrike Nov 2018
The fire
gone
then back again
like a winking eye.

Warming
it was not

burning
it was

he was drawn to it
like a thing of brush;

it was
Different.

A crackle of flames,
a silence

it was
Different.

Voices:
talked about everything
never of nothing

a continual curiosity
a sense of wonder;

it was
Different.
Found this poem recently. If I remember correctly, it was an assignment from middle school to write a found poem about a passage we read in class, though I cannot for the life of me remember the passage.
Nov 2018 · 179
Native Tongue
starstrike Nov 2018
This society is killing me
Them and I we speak
Different languages that keep
Me locked inside the cellar of my brain

I try to scream
With my fists I beat
The walls until my knuckles bleed
But no one hears as I go insane

These earthquakes yield fires
Whose smoke chokes me while
The flames chase me to a cliff
And I must make the choice:
To burn to ashes or to end it

These words I sprawl on paper are written in invisible ink
There is no escape
From this massive snake
That coils around my spirit

These chains bind my body to artificial walls
I seem no more than a doll
Devoid of true thought
Unable to reach anything I've ever sought

This society is killing me
I cannot even speak-
The language of my heart is foreign to all but me
And we all know solitude does horrific things when one is truly lonely
Nov 2018 · 250
COSMOS
starstrike Nov 2018
The Universe
an ink drop in water
a single point all at once billowing out in magnificent swirls

Cosmically, we are nothing
Individually, we are everything
supernovae exploding
destroying all that is near
leaving black holes in our wake to devour existence
without hesitation
without discrimination

But also
galaxies whirling and spinning with ultimately undying grace
filled with billions, trillions of thoughts all coalescing
birthing and dying

Careful now, do not let beauty make you a fool
We are the cosmos
grand scheme brimming with rage
harboring cataclysmic disaster
spectacular color contraster
born of ink in water
Everything, yet nothing, beneath The Alter
Nov 2018 · 259
SOLD
starstrike Nov 2018
SOLD
my heart to the first bidder
hope they ease the pain and make it less bitter

SOLD
my soul to the devil himself
in this world of misery he grants eternal wealth

SOLD
my love to the moon and the stars
when night falls they take me places near yet far

SOLD
my courage to the leader of fear
anxiety is a demon i've made friends with, my dear

SOLD
my beauty to the black mirror
she shows me my selfish self so much clearer

SOLD
my body to the man with dark eyes
let him ****** me with his dreamy web of lies

SOLD
my happiness to the depression
let my mind be enveloped by blackness each session

they said i could be whatever i wanted
but how is that true when i am still haunted
the ghosts of who i used to be
prey on my aura without mercy
Nov 2018 · 306
The Fairy Waltz
starstrike Nov 2018
I saw two fairies dancing between the trees
twirling and swirling in perfect harmony
Their iridescent wings fluttering shyly
gold dust radiating outward daintily

Oh how lovely, I had thought
that these creatures had found the love I only sought
'Twas a passing wonder though so I turned away to leave
but something caught my eye that I just could not believe

There was a certain desire in their movements
hungry, haunting, ravenous
And the gold that encased them was not floating languidly
it spilled out from their bodies in all different ways

That's when I realized 'twas not a dance they were performing
but a ritual of death: silent, graceful, mourning

— The End —