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I never really had a dream
I always had a goal
Until I met her, it seems
I had one hidden in my soul
I wanted a lavish life
To make up for what I lack
To live out as someone else
Indulge and never look back
Then I met her
Who dreams more than she knows
She is lively, innocent and bright
Inspiring wherever she goes
Her dream is so pure
Nothing to really be gained
She only wanted to see and know
Why those floating stars came
I realized dreams could change
I have found a new dream
To be with her amongst the lanterns
Every year so it seems
Maxim Keyfman Oct 2018
in the street there is a cast on
I walk on the street I walk on the street
fire water cast this
I am I was or when

or when i walked or when i lived
or when i died or when i was or
when lanterns rang or when birds sang
or when it was spring outside

on the street there is a ghost and roses again
switched to another glass what do i do
with him so what should i be with him i be like
me to be with myself this hour in this star

04.10.18
Maxim Keyfman Sep 2018
was among the lanterns again
flashlights again
among the stars again in the middle of the world
again among the planets again among
the sun again among the paints again
among the lamps all over again
again and again among the lanterns

I walked boldly along the streets
I walked along the streets and walked on and on
I went boldly and boldly to the streets
but why and where did I go but why
but why and among the lanterns I was and
among lanterns and among lanterns and among
only lanterns and starlight

28.09.18
Amongst
the roses,
I hear the
whisper
of unspoken
beauty, asking,
“can this be,
the one who
has lost,
found the
wonder of
everything?
how is it,
that when
it was filled
to the brim
with the tides
of love, it found
beauty in the
broken?”
I say to her,
“I have now
known how
the eyes filled
with tears
had seen
the heaviness
beheld in the
fragility of
their petals,
and yet still,
they float,
resting upon
the lips before
returning to
their dreams
In the clouds”
I watch as the
lantern returns
to the night skies,
there will come
a time, when
a rose will
fade as the
one you
hold dear,
and you will
remember,
when you
have truly
loved
someone,
their flowers
will never
fade from
the garden
of your
heart.
nish Jul 2018
i like to look at things that shine

fireworks projected into the sky
and like a shooting star they fall
some wish
i watch
as it splits into an array of colours
a few seconds of beauty
quickly enveloped by the night sky

floating lanterns, so ominous
so pretty and mysterious
dots across the dark horizon
the endless darkness tainted
by blurs of light from a distace
but up close they truly are
an enchanting spectacle

camp fires are surreal
what stories do they hold
it rages and fights
it consumes, magnificent
so powerful and yet
so wise

candles bring out memories
if i stare too long
its rhythmic flame will devour me
the tiny light brings out the biggest shadows
like a trance it pulls me in
blow it out, then i'll be free

neon trapped within traffic lights
the red has immeasurable power
amber hues bring on despair
green commands attention
but in the dead of the night
when not a single soul roams by
driving past the glowing lines
of light upon light
i enter a realm of nostalgia

i see the flash of lightning
it is ferocious
commands respect
but when i watch it
from behind a window pane
with raindrops streaking down
the thunder muted, the dark clouds
they emit the most beautiful violet light
it comes and goes in simply seconds

and how could i forget the stars
always there
but only alive
in the depths of the night
scattered across the sky
they glow like an accessory
desired but unreachable
i stretch my hand out high
a little more and i can touch them.
This poem was actually inspired from a textpost I saw about star-signs and things that shine. Every different light brings out a different feeling, just like people. I haven't included all the signs, just the ones I liked.
The train
flew past us,
we were there,
waiting for our
time, until,
he walked
towards
where I  
was to
be found,
he nestled
my body
In his
arms,
I looked up,
gazing
deeply,
I Iistened
as he
said,
you are
the one
who has
not yet
known
the truth,
I will tell
you, the
one who
has been in
tears, when
you are broken,
you will always
remember,
to love who
you are
and others,
the untold
story lies
beneath,
bring the
torn fabric
and sew
your heart
back together,
you will heal,
as I have always
done, you will
forget the dew
falling, and heal,
only then, will you
see how love is
unconditional,
when you see
with the heart
rather than
the eyes,
you will
see true
beauty,
let the
lost
clouds
come
together,
hold hands
and make
them feel
special,
warm them
with your
heart and
gently
place a
tissue on
their tears,
touch their
souls and
hold them
close, how
you want to
be loved is
how people
will love you,
you will look
at the night
with them
and say, we
are lanterns
of the sky,
filling the
oceans of
the universe
with the
galaxies
in our hearts,
we are more
luminous than
we think we are,
as the butterfly
unaware of the
delicacy of its
wings, resting
under the sun,
we are roses
opening
for the love
awaiting them,
yet, these hearts
are unaware
of how they
call for their
soulmates,
not knowing
their names,
rather, the
wind was
already within
the leaves,
creating the
music they
have known
before, the
tides becoming
one, as your
hand becomes
the pulse
of this heart
of mine, I
want you
to listen
when I say,
you are a
infinite light
shining
through
the cracks,
you are,
the one
and only,
stargirl.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Most            
in care            
honestly              
don't care, not at            
all            
⭐          
f          
r        
o      
m
      ⭐
            w
           h
         a
    t
⭐  
I        
'              
v          
e    
   ⭐
          s
          e
    e
n
⭐    
      




From              
what I've              
seen first hand              
They're  in  it  for              
cash                
⭐              
  t          
h    
e    
y          
⭐                
a                      
r                    
e            
⭐  
        s  
               o
                 ⭐
              o
             b    
       s        
c      
e          
n        
e  
         ⭐


They
hurt my
blood, blaming
HER when THEY are
wrong
⭐    
b        
l              
a            
m      
e
  ⭐
        t
              h
         e
    ⭐
   o    
n    
    e
          ⭐
             w
              h
           o
      ⭐
h  
a        
s      
  ⭐  
        n
            o
               ⭐
             v
         o
    i
  c  
   e
      ⭐

They                                
abuse                              
the weak ones                            
the young ones and                          
old                              
⭐                          
a                
s          
  ⭐        
l      
o            
n              
g          
  ⭐  
         a
         s
  ⭐
t    
h              
e          
y  
       ⭐
                g
                     e
                t  
                  ⭐            
t
h          
e                
i              
r    
       ⭐    
             m
                        o
                       n
                 e
                y      
  ⭐  
t          
h                
e                
y      
  ⭐
               w
                    i
                          l
                         l
                  ⭐
             r
      e    
j      
o          
i        
     c      
          e  
                         ⭐        

                                                                   Love
                                                                    money
                                                                     honestly
                                                                     a    truly   vile
                                                                     root
                                                                           ⭐
                                                                                   t
                                                                                           h
                                                                                                   a
                                                                                                   t
                                                                                               ⭐
                                                                                     i
                                                                              s
                                                                    ⭐
                                                             h
                                                               a
                                                                       r
                                                                                   d  
                                                                                            ⭐
                                                                                                    t
                                                                                                   o
                                                                                            ⭐
                                                                                   k
                                                                            i
                                                                        l
                                                                               l
                                                                                       ⭐
I know, these Lanterns are darker compared to the ones I usually write. Again, these ones hit close to home, and they are specific to MY experience. I, unfortunately, have a relative who is in the hands of the care-system. They're completely vulnerable and I've seen firsthand, how nasty they can be. I witnessed a situation where the so-called carer put their hands on my relative and things...took a really dark turn.
I don't like to think about it. It's just makes me sad and sick that these people are in the business of care for the money.
I know that it's not just my family that the care-system has failed, too.
It's a thorn that's deep in my emotional pain.
*sigh*
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
I'm                      
human                      
and that is                      
where my beauty                    
lies                      
♡                    
b                
e        
i    
n
g  
♡          
f                  
l                    
a                  
w          
e  
    d
         ♡
          i
    s
♡    
b            
e                  
a                  
u          
t    
      i
         f
       u
l
♡        

                                                     I'll
                                                       never
                                                        be perfect
                                                         in my eyes, it's
                                                        dull
                                                    ♡
                                         a
                                      n
                                               d
                                                          ♡
                                                                     o
                                                                              v
                                                                                e
                                                                              r
                                                                       r  
                                                                a      
                                                      t    
                                                    e
                                                             d
                                                                       ♡
Lynterns, Be-U-terns....
The endless possibilities of these Lanterns poems, I swear! ^-^
Chasing perfection leads to unhappiness.
There'll only ever be one you, embrace it. ♡
Love you guys!
Thank you!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
♡      
       I
          respect
           myself   to
             be able      to
           walk

To              
live, you              
must learn how          
to FLY - First Love            
You              

I'm                          ­                  
all for                                          
aiding the                                          
self - love, respect                                        
worth                                          

No                                                             ­             
longer                                             ­                             
will I prove                                                            ­                
myself to any                                                              ­            
one                                                             ­               

The                          
focus                          
is  only                          
proving that I                          
can                          

         I
              hold dear
           qualities
                valued more  than
                money

                               ­                              Love
                                                            ­respect
                                                         ­    self-esteem
                                                     ­         belief, kindness
                                                        ­      trust

             I  
              respect  
              myself  to  
             ­  be able      to
                walk  

I                      
spread my                      
wings  to  fly                      
alo­ne    and     yet                      
free                    

Sweet                                                            ­                  
lantern                                       ­                                     
I   ask   you                                                              ­              
to keep moving                                                           ­               
up                                                              ­            
So
put up
your proud flag
     Let       it      proudly
wave

     ♡
Some sweet words from me to you.
If anyone's in need of some words of self-love, I hope these help.
I too am on that journey of self-growth, love and respect when I was feeling like I was going to self-destruct. I'm starting to make peace with myself, slowly but steadily.
I'm a young girl with an old soul who loves and treasures cheap thrills.
Like going to the parks, sitting by the pond, lay under the trees...
Things that people take for granted.
You need to FLY - First, love YOU!
Much love, guys.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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