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The stars are tears
shed by the Universe,
as it yearns for an ounce of solace
in the vast, empty place above
where it's accustomed to survive,

Despite an obscure reluctance
we've all grown too familiar with--
burden heavy on its shoulders,

In spite of young children
wishing upon it every time the moon ascends,
revealing its ephemeral, yet foolish glow.
we're similar to it in more ways than one, are we not?
Immortality Sep 27
I want to be the moonlight
slipping through your curtains,
unnoticed, but still lingering,
softly tracing the lines of your face.
Full moon................
Ayesha Zaki Sep 24
Perhaps, the one sole star
that we wished upon as kids,
wasn't ever about the glowing speck
in the seemingly endless sky above.

All it took
were a few wakeful nights,
to realize--
it was, and always had been,
you.
It is as though, you were the reflection of the stars above.
Up so high,
with a
BEAUTIFUL GLOW,
Casting down your
MOONBEAMS
right down below.
I stare into the MOON πŸŒ•,
as I am TRANSFIXED,
It SHINES DOWN LOW,
the MOONLIGHTS RAVISHING
GLOW,
It FEELS so MAGICAL,
I cannot help but to GLANCE,
at the MOON πŸŒ•, over the LAGOON,
while I am in a DEEP TRANCE.
It is such a COOL, CRISP, and
MAGNIFICENT NIGHT,
as I VIEW, and ADMIRE,
THE CAPTIVATING
MOONLIGHT!!!


B.R.
Date: 07/14/2023
AE Sep 9
To be there under the shade of lemon trees
where my fingers can dig into the terracotta earth
or to be here, where cold nips at my skin
in summer and the spring, little hints of winter
always alive and well, in every greeting and farewell
I am, as you can see, often divided
between oceans and places, sometimes in the same room
I am divided between corners and angles
where I can have the best view
where I can hear the most and feel the least
where I can see the perfect way the sun dances
into our space around noon,
when it hits the glass just right
and divides, into colors, into blooming flowers
no matter the season, no matter the year  
I divided, shuffle around as if I were a photographer
Searching for the angle where it hits your face,
coming to light
coming to life
You are the LIGHT,
of an ILLUMINATING SOUL,
That'll BRIGHTEN up the DARKNESS,
Everywhere you go.

A LIGHT so BRIGHT,
YOU HAVE SUCH A GLOW,
When you enter the scene,
Onlookers will KNOW,

People can't help but
to see your SHINE,
Your SHINE is so LOUD
Others will go BLIND.

PEOPLE will see YOU,
Oh, YEAH THEY DO!!!
Your LIGHT is being NOTICED,
IS WHY HATERS DON'T LIKE YOU!!!

GLOW Like a LIGHT BUG,
Get out and SHINE,
As FAR AS the HATERS,
DON'T PAY THEM NO MIND!!!

CONTINUE TO GLOW,
WHEREVER YOU GO,
BE A LIGHT THAT STANDS OUT,
SO, THAT THIS DARK WORLD WOULD KNOW!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/22/2024
Mrs Timetable Nov 2023
Something about the light of day
Going away
Everyday
Makes me yearn for
Something more
Puzzled what it could be
Those minutes maybe?
Already missing the warmth
Your smile gives
Filling a heavenly void
I just saw you yesterday
But now you aren't here
Why do you break my
Fragile heart
Every day?
Please dont go
Away
I wish for once
You would turn around
And see my sadness
There is a tense relationship between the warmth and a cold void- Comment contributed
(Collab on the title)
xjf Aug 2023
They flutter about in the deep dark night
sputtering on, with a bright firelight might
Butterfly sized, with wreathed shining crescents
The only word breathed is, "effervescence”

Their flowing glowing streaks against the dark stark black
While the old stale pale moon beams strong against my back
These little white spheres, of magical energy
lapse my mind of momentary memory
I cannot move, for my movements are crude
and the fear that they'll disappear, is suddenly cued
They are kind and wise, I find I have been mystified
sitting crystallized and innocently petrified

Fickle, free floating dancers, in my quaint little kitchen
Reveals peaceful little answers poured from false fiction

"Playful" I whisper from afar, that's what they are
The purest, clearest energy that's escaped the stars
They brazenly bounce and bob about
reflecting off of my glazen glass jars

Can I love them, without knowing, what or how?
Can I exist forever in this glowing, here and now?
What could they want? Where do they go?
Tantalizing taunts, I grow old in their glow.
I S A A C Jul 2023
scrolling or snoring
calls from men and divine i am ignoring
ponder on topics not so boring
trying time, double my dosage
ivory mind, cracked porcelain
back to scrolling then snoring
either wrapped up in work or my blanket
my daydreams like lightening
suddenly flash, reality i cannot grasp
then a voice follows mumbling crass
words, worlds, bridges, roads
open doors then immediately close
it is scary, it is a journey
that my soul has been yearning
discerning 3rd eye glowing
Savio Fonseca Jun 2023
My Brush touched your Canvas,
With it's timeless and Mystical Flow.
Shadows got cast on surroundings,
mingling with the Crimson Glow.
Strokes that tempted your Passions.
Were framed with My every Whisper.
Bristles lighted Wants and Desires
and Moanings got a lot more Crisper.
My Love had found it's Destination,
As I Sketched all Night Long.
Palette was fueled with imagination,
As your Eyes blushed at every ****.
Design of Love finally got crafted,
as My Kisses landed on your Hands.
Searching for Light and Textures,
Created for U to Understand.
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