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Deepti S P May 12
When I look into the sky,
Amidst the dark clouds,
Amongst a bed of stars,
There appears before me,
A star which shines the brightest, drawing my attention.
No other star could outshine,
The sparkling beauty of my star.
I could hear, my guiding star, whispering to me:
"Oh my child, I am by your side, night and day,
Holding your hands, in every walk of your life,
So, enjoy your life to the fullest;
I am always there for you,
I am always there for you".
Its really a pleasure feeling when you look at the sky.You feel like you are connected to another world.You get completely lost in the beauty of the stars in the sky.Some stars shine more brightly than others.I always had the feeling that the brightest star is whispering something to me whenever I look into the sky.
annh Apr 26
Surely, this life is but an aberration. For have I not been oblivious to the heraldry of the firmament for far longer than I have craved to acquaint myself with its mystery; of the moon and stars to know their secrets.

Gazing in awe at the doorway to infinity whence I have so recently arrived, it seems unimaginable that I should recollect nothing of the stepping through, the horror vacui of my incarnation, the shuffling forward in the queue.

My existence a blink of an eye; my non-existence the remainder of time.
Is it any wonder - glorying at the night sky - that I am confused as to whether I am on the inside looking out...or the outside looking in?

‘For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.’
- Michael Ondaatje, Handwriting
Riiyyaa Apr 8
Gazing into space my head wonders
How is just plain dark sky so beautiful?
What is about this night that is so peaceful?
Is the it twinkling stars ?
Or the laughter of my family members?
I don't get my answers
But the questions keep coming back.

As the wind passes by caressing my skin
I can't help but wonder what is calling me?
Why is that the wind makes me blush?
Is it because my world is upside down ?
Or because everything seems to just fit right?
Oh ofcourse I don't get ny answers
And my mind will never stop to wonder
Troy Apr 7
You walk around
Like nothing is wrong
Hiding behind a chiselled mask
With crystal gems as eyes

Going through the motions
Like no one notices
But what you don't realize
There is me

I see the way your soul is damaged
I see the pain you wish to hide
So much pain it boils over
Threatening to burst from your mask

Though you are good at hiding
Though you are good at mending the cracks
I can see right through it
I just wish it would pass

But the more I see
The more pain you endure
I think it's time for me
To come out of hiding

No longer can I watch
As you writhe in agony
I can't let you do this alone
And I am here to help

Although you may think
That I am not able to see
We shared the same pain
So it's clear to me

The pain of self loathing
Of heartache
Of the fear of being alone
Of never finding the one who cares

Yet every time I see your face
I can't help but put on a smile
Because no matter what you say
No matter what you do

To me you are perfect
With all your flaws
All your worries
All your weaknesses

My heart became yours
So many years ago
But now it begs to return
Back to where it belongs

It urns to be by your side
To help you through
All the bad times
And to smile with you during the good

I hope this message
Can get through to you
Cause even if it doesn't
I swear to you

I will not rest
Until I see your face
Beaming so bright
With an authentic smile
Najla Mar 20
The reason why I look away when
I notice his blue eyes gazing at me

Is that I am afraid if I stared into
them for too long I will drown

Now that he is gone,
I long to drown
Inspired by Dane DeHaan’s eyes in **** Your Darlings.
Jonathan Moya Mar 11
My silent little dear
snoozes in his cradle
beyond the noises
I can no longer hear.

The quiet drip of
rain and sink,
the swoosh of
inside air circulating,
the vibrations of life
I can hear only with
mental captions on,
are the inaudible sway,
that separates you from me.

Can you hear my smile
with closed eyes,
will you love the
silence or the noise?

Will you delight in
birdsongs or  
in fluttering wings?

Will you laugh at
the music of the spheres
or delight in quiet
thoughts and contemplation?


Child of my April dreams
and September haunts
who breathes in the
whitewash walls of my soul,
what you choose to see or hear,
at first walk, I will protect  
under the signing of my hands.


*This is a poem about my looking back at my baby self, before I contracted Scarlet Fever and became  near deaf, wondering what I would choose if I had the option to hear or be deaf.
Starry Aug 2019
As the fullmoon comes
Out of the cloud
Ever so eerily
While most people are asleep
Two lovers have
A midnight
Picnick on the beach
To view the moon
In all its glory
As they kiss.
Starry Aug 2019
As I look up
At the Cresent moon
Above the mountains
I cry because
I feel
:(s
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fray narte Jul 2019
Your eyes,
my unveiled soul,
amidst the crowd who looked
but didn’t see —

that’s my favorite way
of being looked at;
that’s my favorite way
of coming undone
ALesiach Jul 2019
full moon high above
lighting the whole darkened sky
rippling sea reflects

ALesiach © 8/2016
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