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I write tonight beneath the wheeling stars
Their frostfire whispers brushing silent scars
The kind that never broke the skin
But carved their longing deep within.

The sky is vast, unending, far too wide
For feet like mine that never learned to stride
Beyond the fence, beyond the hill
Beyond the echoing ache of still.

I’ve loved the night since I was young
Its velvet hush, its silver tongue
While others chased the warmth of day
I let the midnight strands guide my way.

Each star a spark, a breath, a tale
An invitation drawn in elder flame
And I, naive, with ink and dream
Would write to them with love unseen.

“Wait” I beg “please wait for me
Let me reach your beauty ever changing
Allow me to walk your jewelled clouds
Your endless tales, under sol born breeze.”

But time is cruel to dreamers late
To those who dance with idle fate
I’ve grown too old, or time too swift
My wings have grown weak, heavy, still.

I’ve never touched the Martian dust
Or kissed Europa's frozen crust
The moons I mapped inside my mind
Remain unsailed, untouched, yet kind.

And so every night I step outside
And drink in the starlit heavens with open pride.
They are not mine, and never shall they be
And still they light my life and make me free.

Amidst them is my love, a beautiful star
Who burned too brightly, and too far
She heard my dreams and kissed my head
And she said, “You’ll get there. You just… won’t land.”

She is gone now, lost to time’s own sea
Just another ghost that stays with me
Her light, a comet’s fleeting tail
Her image, the breeze beyond the pale.

Oh love, oh night, oh my loving endless sky
I promise to keep the dream, even if I cannot to you fly
And though my body may die on the ground
My soul still orbits, and flies unbound.

Let the void echo with my laugh
Let my love be carved on my epitaph
Let me live with the memory of what it can be
To write to stars that will never write to me

So here’s my letter, here’s my breath
Penned at last, as I lay so close to death
Let my whisper join countless in the cosmic tide
Of our souls that longed, that loved, that tried.

Keep it, stars, for when we go
Mere particles drifting in Sol's glow
And one day when upon us you gleam
Know you were always much more than a dream.
Arii 1d
When the world grows
too loud or too fast,
it’s a good idea
to take a step back
and huddle away
into an empty space
where neither sound
nor time
can hurt you,

let silence envelop
your soul—not your self.

Eventually
the grass will grow
and the wind will settle,
all will slow
like in a lush meadow,

and far away
will the struggle drift.

The sky will grow white
with clouds that never rain,
gardens will grow green
without a single ****,

the sun will beat down
not bullets but care,
that nurtures the grass blades
through growth
and lifts the vapour into
the air.

Dimensions and galaxies will
pause,
for the universe cannot
feed.

And all will be.
Mariah 5d
Take me

Slowly

To the

Place I

Know I

Can be



Please just

Show me

Who I'm

Supposed

To be



Is this

Really

What you

Mean


When you

Told me

I was

Always

Free


What was

I supposed

To see


While the

Figure's

Looking

Back at

Me


Why does

She look

So

Pretty


Even though

She's older

Than me
I don't always believe this. Even still, I've started to be able to appreciate my face more as I've gotten older.

Though, I still feel 18.
vik 6d
my bus draws in a shudder down the chine
of tarmac dusk; the heavens not quite mine,
  sole slick of oil beneath a slant of bane.
we pass late souls, their windows’ chasmal wounds,
mongrels lie limp in lawns that no one prunes,
       and gardens taint in hiding, piled in vain.

the mounds give way behind their sunken name,
worn to bone, yet stripped of earned acclaim,
  they bend like oaths soon shattered by the dawn.
their bark was not quite mine, though flesh i’d come to know;
but woods are nonsense wrapped in autumn’s glow,
  lone pyrrhic den that holds no lasting mourn.

my face bursts into shards without a frame,
my eyes and veins are ichor’s vile flame,
  the fire not quite mine; it climbs a colder spire.
once saccharine and syrup tight as lace,
i kissed the charm, then drifted into space,
  and yet rue looped itself around a wire.

she spoke in sore orts of scripture that night,
her verses saintly writhen out of the light,
    wry sultry keen she wore beneath her skin.
she faded soon, as fever always goes;
i kept her spikes in jars, where sorrow grows,
     bittersweet ire, not quite mine, burning in.

the driver hums beneath a simmering pall,
a woman knits her rosary’s funeral call,
  the beads tightening a hoop around her breath.
a child bleeds cherry from a sinful shed,
blasphemy clings close, like blood to the head,
  a carcass, not quite mine, trails close to death.

i glean spent hours from dusk’s malicious shrine,
seek vestiges where aching seasons twine,
  and in their still, catch breathlessly, a rhyme.
what breaks behind remains in salt and brine,
   all not quite mine, yet wholly mine, this time.
Those words you spoke,
Solemn and soft,
Caressed my supple heart,
And ignited it into desire.

I felt your touch peer through the cracks.
Your love whisper through the gaps.
I saw your eyes shimmer in the shadow.
Your warmth glimmer in the cold.

I came running to that door —
The one you opened just for me.
All alone with your lingering touch,
Held by the softness of my reverie.

And now my love burns fiercely.
Setting fire to that solemn door.
The frame splinters my tender hands,
Bleeding now — for my own flesh and bone.
Kalliope Jun 27
I like to play music wherever I am,
I find it very grounding, my centering stand.
Even if mentally I'm drifting in the clouds,
Humming the tune, maybe singing out loud.

I like that for three minutes I feel something else,
Shuffle my playlist and the cards I’ve been dealt.
I could be angry or happy or sad,
These songs change my spirits, even just a tad.

A verse can hold me when no one is near,
A chorus can quiet what I don't want to hear.
Melodies mend what I can't fix alone,
Lyrics remind me my soul has a home.

So I play my songs to remember or forget,
To calm down my worries and ease my regret.
Music keeps me moving when I’m stuck in my head,
Breathing life into days that feel heavy as lead.
I’ve started writing just about what I like,
No more poems to boost a man’s psyche.
My words aren’t for you to misunderstand-
This pen will never write your name again.
Mariah Jun 27
My younger self would
love that I watch the movies
she did too, back then.
Twilight on rainy days, unashamed.
Ashish Jha Jun 27
One can't love her like me,
but she deserves better
One can't dream her like me,
but she deserves better
to love again, isn't an answer now
because my heart is her's,
and only her's to break
But my heart is an orphan now.
Kalliope Jun 26
I want to build a sandcastle
Sturdy and tall-
With towers and turrets
And cool shells on the walls.

A tower of books
As high as magic will grow it,
A balcony glowing
When the moonlight shows it.

I want a coral garden
Sprawling wide at the edge,
With tide pools like secrets
And starfish living along each ledge

There’d be laughter in the halls,
And windows facing the sea-
A peaceful place to live where I can exist as me

Seahorses in each stable-
Pampered and content,
Turtles everywhere happy to hear me vent

And when the tide comes and sweeps it all away
I'll have no tears to shed, I can build another the next day
Someday someone may join me in my endless castles of sand,
But I'm content being lonely so long as my imagination still stands
Limes Carma Jun 26
I brewed the coffee more for you than for me,
A ritual dressed in honesty.
The mug you left — I held it near,
Like touching it might make you appear.
I wrote you notes you never read,
Then tucked them back beneath my bed.

I set your place, then stared at mine,
As if routine could rewind time.
I’d hum your songs to fill the space,
Mistaking ache for your embrace.
But holding on can blur the view —
I feared what leaving meant was true.

And so today, I break that thread,
Not out of hate, but love instead.
I’ll drink for one, I’ll clear your cup —
It’s not moving on, it’s waking up.


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