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You walk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Crawling here...
Stumbling there...
Making a mess, just about everywhere...


At night you look up at the cosmos.
Watching the stars, shining down brightly on you.
You think to yourself of all the things that you've been through.
Replaying each memory of the times you've lived through.


You don't seem to be able to see it.
You don't seem to be able to believe it.
But the stars that you keep watching at night, sees a beautiful soul that is surrounded by a light that shines so bright.


You envy them... The stars in the sky.
You want to be them, to shine bright and to be admired.
But you don't seem to be able to see, that within you resides a light admired by the stars that you envy, that you keep watching at night.


Beautiful soul, don't be so sad.
The scars that you have, prove every battle you've won.
Don't compare and dull your own shine, just so you can be the same as any other star.
Embrace the beautiful soul that you are, as we are all unique and you deserve to shine just as brightly as the stars you envy in the sky at night.
Giovanna Jan 2021
Why do you have to be the moon?
when you can be the star with your own light!
Hadrian Veska Jan 2021
No thought given
No message received
The great forests we know
Once oceans and seas
The deserts and wastes
Once tropical green
A cycle unending
Or so it would seem
But indeed it will end
And ends as we speak
For the thin veil is lifted
The sign we did seek
A potent sign hidden
Not without but within
The morning star rising
The end of all sin
A light now forming
And when it is done
We will be how we were
As when it had begun
Evan Stephens Jan 2021
Honeycombs of light
****** themselves into being
in metro fields.
Children cross the lush
to skip stones at the dead fence
as night assembles itself
into spaces and stars.

Day falls away like a skin,
beneath conquering belts of milk
that separate from a lidless emptiness.
Silver subway trains gleam
in their charcoal tunnels.
Apart from all of it
is a chalk morsel moon.

Sometimes you are
the thrown stone
sinking down to post
& sometimes you are
the star wheeling off tether.
Turtleawe Jan 2021
I push the clock hand
But time does not budge.
Wait, wait, have patience—

But how can I
When the stars will be in reach
When dreams will rouse

Then I will leap into the skies
And miss
Grasping for shrinking stars
As my dreams burn into ashes—

I cannot wait.
Moises Garcia Jan 2021
A Star Among Other Stars Is Still Considered A Star No Matter How Shiny... How Many Points It Has... Or How Big It Is... But When All Stars But One Become A Moon... Will The Moons Ever Notice That Star Is Still There? Waiting For Itself To Not Just Turn Into A Moon But Actually Decide Whether It Wants To Become One? Because If That's The Case For A Moon To Forget The Meaning Of A Star... Then I Will Forever Stay One.
~Moises G.
Grey Jan 2021
We sit at the cliff's edge
and skip rocks made of stardust
across the universe of time.
1/4/2021
Happy 2021! I was moments away from falling asleep when this suddenly came to me and I just had to write it down.
Juno Jan 2021
I like to think
all these years of schooling and essays and grammar
existed so i could one day adequately describe my Love for you.
kay Jan 2021
I told the stars about you,

how your fingers trace my skin
how your breath blew my eyelids
how your smile enchants my soul
how your presence erased mine

I still told the stars about you,

how your lies swept me off my feet
how your love tore me apart
how your embrace clench my lungs
how you shatter me

then,
I've stopped talking to the stars
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