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clmathew Nov 2020
moon glow
written november 27th, 2020

I live in the city
where the constant pulse
of man-made lights
has stolen the stars

but the moon still shines
an amorphous glowing ball
behind a haze of mist
hung in this starless sky.
Coleen Mzarriz Aug 2020
My eyes were traipsing all across the room — my irked nose was lined with all its corroded details and the charred foul smell of blood. Where my hands firmly cradled and the sky peeking through the cracked window passes, am I hopeless?

"Just call my name on the edge of the night," My ears wobbled in the melancholy raspy voice of a man telling me from before he faded away. I remember him grinning and caressing the tip of my nose, yet I couldn't open my pursed lips.

"Call me and I'll run to you," His voice erupted throughout the house, it is like his plump lips meeting my ears' tips.

"I- I really can't!” I whispered. You are too far, Sky.
I let my eyes wander its blurry sight through the starless horizon from which the eclipse is striding into the darkness. The moon serenading the hurricane, and the gusts of wind whistle and spin — blowing chill bumps through my bones.

Rapidly, a familiar sensation surged through my body — my eyes fixed to a spot where I was in the center of the forest, where the flowers bloom as I saunter by. I traced my fingertips and remembered that he pulled the flower and ended up dead on his bare fingers.

“You know that whatever you touch, it dies.” A faint chuckle I let out. He gazes his eyes into mine — penetrating through my soul — allowing me to drown in his mirrorless eyes. Giving me a new illusion of myself — securing me of a sacred paradise.

The thunder roared like a thirsty lion, he held my hand, and slowly, he vanished and burned into grey ashes.

Where the sky contains a fraction of truth and the heavens got a hold of time, where the underworld brings chaos and chaos grant powers to the mortals.

Where he is Sky, eventually named after Death. Where he is mine and there in him: lies after the present time. Where neither gods nor goddesses can intervene. Where I could no longer call him, Sky; only his remainings I could hang on to.

I closed my eyes and waited for the downpours of the rain.

When there is chaos, there is still time.
When questions remained unanswered, there is the sky, awaits your call.
When there is existence, there's him, the Death.

The gift of chaos is the heavenly realms.
The past.
The present.
The future.
The memories.
The lost.

And then, there, I locked my eyes with him and like a phoenix, where my soul greedy for freedom —and him the Death of the mirrorless sky.
Been occupied for the last weeks and I could not bring myself to write!

P.S Listen to 'Run to You' by Lea Michele when you read this. :)
Anmol Mago Dec 2019
Imagine -

A pitch-black night
and in it a quaint little star
heaving its last dying breath
all choked up with a
solitary sorrow and yet
aglow with a
pretentious smile

aloof in a vast nothingness
alone and yet all cluttered up
crowded by so many
and yet understood by so few
for none have ever known
the wound which lies
hidden cleverly beneath
the soft pale moonlight
and none have ever noticed
the anguish written clear
in his drenched dreamy eyes

And often when all of you
just vanish away leaving me all
alone:
I feel akin to that quaint lonesome star
A passerby
A distant observer
and no more

to this world asleep
in a pained slumber
Bhill Oct 2019
Fearless challenges
Tearless crying
Loveless relationships
Sunless days
Starless nights
Windowless houses
Snowless winters

Less is never more....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 262
Is less ever more?
JKM Oct 2019
Have you ever seen a starless sky?
Asked the little girl
Where when you look up,you see nothing
But a blanket of despair

An epitome of darkness
Cloaked in clouded fear
Shrouded little darkened stars
A fallen angel's tear

The curious girl then looked up
Towards the little boy
Anticipating his reply
Tightly hugging her little toy

Do you believe a starless sky
Really does exist?
Or is it just how you percieve
And what your mind insists?

Do you think that stars are not there
Just because they can't be seen
Or maybe they just need more time
To light the sky up like how they've been

The little boy, full of wonder
Questioned back the puzzled girl
Saying things that can't be seen
Doesn't mean that it's not there

You see, the little boy spoke
There really is no starless sky
It all depends in what we believe
And the viewer's eyes
We are under the same star(less) sky
Britney Lyn Dec 2017
The sky tonight is grey, starless, and a little foggy; just like me.
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2015
She is a romance magnet
And when she walks
I can almost see the moon
Follow her steps.
And when she goes to sleep
The night sky goes starless
For the stars have no one to shine upon
Except her.
But me,
I am just like the rest.


-- Eleanor
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Plague rests upon the tips of green leaves
Turning them to black with disease
Darkness seeps into the fragile sky
The stars begin to ascend as the sun slowly dies

Tears feed the soil with their woe
Rivers are born, of sadness they flow
So early war has taken hostage
This Earths thick foliage

Skin decays and fades away
But angry souls do remain
Their cadaverous fingerprints left behind
As time begins to pass them by

Nocturnal night lingering here
With death drifting near
These people weep
They no longer sleep

— The End —