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Star-crossed dreamers,
Bound together by thread,
Cosmic peaceful bliss-
But lover, that planet is dead.

The wind carries no laughter,
The sun has lost its heat,
Nighttime is silent and dark now,
Its life cycle complete.

The trees have all now rotted,
The soil has long turned sour,
It’s been months since April’s showers,
And May could never flower.

Lover, I must escape now,
The oxygen is gone,
I know you said you’d never be back,
But I was hoping you were wrong.

I planned to stay here,
To fix it in your absence,
So if you did return,
You’d see we could make sense.

Your rocket never flew back,
And lover, I know not where you went,
Trembling in my escape pod,
Hoping where you are, I’m sent.

I sealed this final message,
In orbiting satellite streams,
Hoping the words find you,
Beyond our broken dreams.

I know this was our ending,
And it echos through the void,
Now our world has perished,
Our civilization destroyed.

I can’t look out this window,
To watch our star implode,
But I feel it in my chest,
That sharp sting of letting go.

And while I drift away,
To somewhere perceived safe,
To long forget our planet,
And the evolution we made.
Just another point of interest blacked out on my astronomers map.
Kalliope Jul 25
What's the point of healing if those who inspired change won't feel it?

I'm just supposed to be better for someone else?

Like moving a mountain to pave a path,
Connecting two cities at last
Just to keep walking on without even looking back?

But that's the way it goes
I suppose
And that is in fact the way that it goes
But you get to be better for yourself
سلمى Jul 24
A space once large enough for
my emotions and thoughts,
is now caving in.
It used to hold me- being and body,
in turn I carry resentment.
I am too big,
too strong,
too ambitious,
to stay caged.
Through a common friend
I met her once,
Years ago this was
I thought said friend and her
Were something else
So I blocked her from my mind.

I few months back
This came to life
I met her once again
But with a new light in my eyes.

Fair she seemed this time
Lovely and kind.
At her silly own jokes she'd laugh
Then suddenly serious and caring she became
Yes, she showed immense care.

She made me laugh
I made her laugh
Though my jokes she claimed not to get
She'd laugh nevertheless.

The way she laughed was oh so cute:
She'd cover her own mouth
And burst in plenty a tear
Of carelessness and joy.

So why did she laugh
At my senseless jokes?
I'll never understand.
For a time I thought there was something there
Although now it's clear there was naught.

With someone else she now lays,
A surprise to me
For she answered so carefree.
Regardless, it's obvious now
Everything she was to me,
To her, naught I was.

So I try to heal
I try to grow
I try to get my wings once more
For lost to me they are.

A struggle it has been
To climb such mountain of regrets
A choice not to say what I had felt
All those days ago.

So great separation I now face,
Long has this fight been.
With lows and highs,
I'll try never to look back.

For yes!
Everything to me she was,
And nothing to her was I.
There was once a love in my sight
Yes, undaunted love from a side,
There were roses and clovers
But now we are only loners.
'Tis such fate, a foreseeable fate
In which is understood not
The love that's not answered but rather
That which makes you last.

And so it goes then, we loved
I loved indeed, she loved as well,
A love that shines through all
A love that as wine aged.
Yes, yes, such love I recall
Beautiful it was, yes awe-inspiring,
Nearly it broke my heart
When such love was left all stranded.

But this new love is never aging
Forever young, forever supple
Yes, forever changing, yet unmoving
Never leaving, always touching.
So with this new love I'm armoured
I'm covered and protected,
Never to be hurt again,
For she is come, everlasting.
Kalliope Jul 23
Change the perspective
Like it's an elective
Chosen over the summer
To be my fifth period

Just say you’re happy
Be loving and sappy
Like a 90s sitcom wife
Who’ll never leave her husband

Do what you must do
Plan, not impromptu
Like a 2000s rom-com wedding planner
With a touch of OCD

It’s the deck you bought
The cards want you to rot
As if a deep dive on tarot
Could turn you into an intuitive genius

Mope like a poet
Standing strong like you know it
Like writing your pain
Isn’t still just performance in another font

Process and grieve
You’re so ready to leave
As if leaving my Crocs out of sport mode
Lets me linger longer
Making pain pretty feels awfully wise,
Til you wake up and notice
it's all you can write.
Vazago d Vile Jul 23
I used to hold truth
like a weapon —
sharp, clean, final.

But now it moves.

Not like a lie,
not like denial —
but like a tide
that’s been waiting for me
to grow strong enough
to swim deeper.

What I swore was solid,
now trembles in my hands.
Not because it was false —
but because I’ve changed.

And now I fear
not the truth itself,
but the way
it keeps becoming.
This one came out of nowhere, like most real things do.
I used to think truth was something you held — solid, fixed.
Now I know it’s something that moves with you, or it breaks you.
I wrote this for anyone who’s ever looked at their past, their love, or their own reflection… and felt it tremble, not because it was false, but because they’ve changed.
nicole Jul 22
And what of a flower
whose petals fall in a sacrificial ritual
to make room for new ones to grow
July 16, 2025
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