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Xan Abyss Oct 2014
There I stood, a mere ghost in the wind
For 20 years of existence
My mothers love, a familiar thing to everyone but me

In the fall I recall the slaughter of 12 Coloradans
And the demon we made into a god
I remember the punch lines and funny signs mocking our early dead
I decided that I would find a way to go out with a bigger bang
And a larger body count, to make three times the fans

All the love and sympathy
Something she'd never given me
She would be the first and then
I'd see how many more I get
Before they finally caught up with me
And freed me from my misery

And in the end you'll have no choice
But to forever remember me
Sensationalist media
Will make me a celebrity.
Found this in my old iphone. It was dated Jan 21, 2013.
Tea Oct 2014
Dear Mr. Shooting Star,
how many times
must I wish and
call out to you
until you finally
notice me?

                                                         ­                        Sweet naive little girl,
                                                           ­                                how many times
                                                           ­                              will you fall down
                                                            ­                                  and cry
   *for me

                                                             ­                               *until you realize
                                                         ­                                  *I'm not listening
?
wishful thinking killed the dreamer

--

I keep forgetting that shooting stars can't be caught.
OmgShe Sep 2014
A blinking light in the sky
I close my eyes I wonder why
Take a deep breath and wish upon
I pray to myself that everyone can see

Wishes and dreams  you lighten up
People and everyone you cheer them up
Darkness in the night, the cold wind
Glittering shine of the moon, happiness in their mind

Shooting star I believe in you
Tell me  that your are true
Or its just an imagination
To become an inspiration
"Shooting star! Make a wish!"
Phrases to tear one apart,
Make a wish? Out of this well filled with wishes which one to select?
What is a wish if no effort is made?
Sounding like a lyric, make a wish, but a wish I do seem to find myself having.
Though nearly impossible, hope still living within me.
Nothing is lost in shutting eyes and wishing upon a shooting star that things will change or be as should be.
So as a final wish will be made, thoughts scramble in my head.
A wish so clear nothing comes before it.
Lurking through this fogged up mind of mine a wish shines bright as nothing matters more than the hopes for tonight's shooting star.
A wish for Superman to throw on the cape once more and come save the day.
One day, someday, anyday, hopefully today,
Superman will fly my way.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Superman gets it
A Sep 2014
Shooting stars are for wishes,
So are wells.
A promise whispered,
But why trust it? It fell.

"Everything that falls, breaks,"
Or so some people say.
But stars don't fall, they shoot.
They make their trails from
where they stood.

And with the star's trail,
shall be your wish.
Waiting to be delivered,
waiting to be fulfilled.
Omar Kawash Aug 2014
I wonder what I am to do with my life.
Then, I see meteors.
chris m Aug 2014
Look outside, look up, and find the moon
Look and know somehow I’ll be there soon
I’m out there somewhere thinking of you
Waiting for the early morning dew
The stars peer down
Watch me lying on the ground
A peculiar sight
On this clear summer night

Look outside, look up, find a shooting star
Look and know I’ll go wherever you are
I’m out here somewhere thinking of you
Like the stars I’m yours through and through
Watch the night sky
See with your own two eyes
Know I’m always near
Somehow, wherever you are, dear

Look outside, look up, and find the dawn
Look and know ever closer I’m being drawn
I’m out here somewhere dreaming of you
And you’re out there somewhere dreaming too
So look up and look out
Know what this night sky is about
Find the moon in its starry sea
And know that you’re watching it with me
This is a pretty old poem- I wrote this close to 3 years ago, but I still think it's an ok poem. I might use this as a Moon poem
Plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars
cast lights, at night,
on my bedroom window.

Looking up at them takes me back to when
When, I was awake and I heard you creep in.
You asked if I was still asleep and soon we were looking up at them.

It was just me and you and we sat the whole night through..
Promising me that I won't have to go to sleep
until I see my first with you.

Looking at my window.
if only these plastic stars could shoot across my room
and bring me back to you.
Sitting in those lawn chairs.
I was not prepared
one after another
they passed
making us gasp at how fast they flew
Just me and you.
Just me and you.

The first one passed,
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I was a little scared that it wouldn't stop but then you whispered in my ear "make a wish"
So I did.
You didn't make me go back to bed, but instead
we just sat in sweet silence looking up at that night sky.
Another after another passed and I was soon out of wishes.

You gave me my kisses and put me back in bed.
Your little sleepy head.
Memory made
that I think of now and again
especially when I look up to the sky,
remembering that night with you,
my favorite guy.
Just you and I
                                        Just you and I.
                                                                           you and I.
                                                                                                          you and I.
                                                                                                                                         and I.
                                                                                                                                                                  I.
                                                                                                                                                                             I.
                                                                                                                                                                                              I all alone.
Ella Byrne Jul 2014
That night I made
A wish on a shooting star
I wished for you.
Written in November 2012
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