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How do I beat writers block?
How do I scale a wall,
Google won't give me answers at all.

How do I fix a broken star?
How do I mend a shattered dream,
Is the answer hidden in the stream?
Suffering writer's block rn
Often I'll wake in my slumber,
To a melody seeping through the window.
It's sung by the stars,
They beckon me from my soft bed,
To the chill of night.
I listen, for if I were not to dance to their music,
Their art would be at a waste.
The stars are beautiful.
Vianne Lior Feb 18
Glass-winged moths hover,
opal figs drip milky dusk,
stars hum, ripe with light.

Maryann I Feb 17
Beneath a swirling vortex of stars,
I write my dreams on crumpled paper,
folding each one into the corners of my heart.
Places I’ve never seen,
moments waiting to happen,
they call to me in whispers—
soft, yet instantaneous.


Dive into oceans deeper than fears,
stand atop mountains taller than doubt.
Feel the rush of wind,
the pull of gravity,
the weightless joy of being alive.


This bucket list is more than a record,
it is a promise to myself:
to seek the infinite,
to embrace the fleeting,
to live as though the stars burn only for today.
Mishika Feb 17
I swim with fate
Across my sea of stars.
In it I’m never late,
For the sea is only mine.

I gave my stars
To the empty seas
And I never fear
For my sea is only mine and mine.

And when my sea
Was stripped of its stars,
The light went out not once,
For my fate still swims with me.
Cold winter's eve,
A peasant man mourns in the cold,
Tears all full, falling to his child's grave.

An angel then descended from the sky,
Remorseful for the great loss of his,
While she wrapped her wings around him,
She sighed and sung.

God made the stars,
He made them so you may see the eyes of your beloved,
When they return to his graceful arms.
If you lose somebody worry not, they are bag in the arms of love watching over you.
Mishika Feb 16
The Moon was a quiet soul,
With not much to smile for.
But oh, the Sunny shade was no bore,
Of course, she was loved by the universe.

The love they shared capsuled
Them in their own galaxy;
The galaxy the little Star
Was oblivious to.

Oh, the Star
Quiet and awkward.
All she meant
Was trouble and boredom.

How she longed to touch the Moon,
To smile and be smiled at,
To love and be loved.
But of course she was too naive.

She was just a young Star,
Too absorbed in her reveries.
She was just a tiny Star,
Invisible compared to the mighty Sun.

When the Moon told the Star
Of his love, she flushed,
Thinking all his poetry was a
Reference to the tiny Star.
But alas, she wasn’t the only star.

Then the eclipse arrived
And the Moon and the Sun
Shared their beautiful kiss.
The Star, however, could not share
Her confusion, so she cheered along.

Of course the Sun was brighter than her,
The Sun was warmer, wiser.
The Sun was everything the moon needed;
The Sun was everything the silly star could not be.
Yashiro Feb 15
Passamos uma vida, pensando o mesmo,  
Presos no tempo, num laço extremo.  
Algo que não consiste,  
naquilo que a mente insiste.  
Algo que desejariam que fosse verdade,  
mas a realidade é fria e egoísta.

Nossos próprios pensamentos individualistas,  
mas creio eu, alguém que não é nada,  
que poucos concordariam com a verdade mista.  
Preferem algo mais minimalista,  
que faz tudo parecer tão razoável,  
de que o mundo é incerto e improvável.

Que nem mesmo poderia ser notável,  
a não ser que percebesse que estivesse errado,  
mas poucos aceitam o que é amargo e delicado,  
mas não é para tal verdade ou mentira  
que meu verso será revelado.

Estou querendo dizer  
que fico olhando o céu, esperando algo acontecer,  
porque me falaram que eu deveria ver uma estrela cadente,  
e desde então todos os anos vêm sido dedicados inteiramente.

Minha vida se esgotando a cada dia,  
e pensando na estrela cadente que talvez até mim viria,  
Porém, se meu tempo tiver sido gasto errado,  
minha vida pra sempre teria parado.  
Eu viveria por algo que deveria,  
e não pelo o que eu queria.

Por isso eu desisti de toda a noite olhar,  
mas é engraçado que no final a queda dela eu vi iluminar.  
Talvez, apenas talvez, quando aquilo é destinado,  
acontecerá independente se seguir pelo caminho errado,  
Então viva como quer, porque se for pra ser, vai ser.(ou talvez não,quem disse que eu sei algo?)
Vianne Lior Feb 14
Fading lantern light,
river carries what once was,
stars don't turn to look.
Aaron Layton Feb 13
A sky full of stars, a shimmering sight,
Whispers of dreams in the soft, gentle night.
They dance like the wishes we’ve hidden away,
Guiding our hearts as they twinkle and sway.

Each flicker a story, each glow a sweet song,
Reminding us softly that we all belong.
The moon stands as guardian, glowing so bright,
Lighting the pathway through shadows of night.

In the silence of space, our troubles grow small,
With the canvas of night, we can have it all.
So let’s gaze together, with spirits so free,
Under the universe, just you and me.

A sky full of stars, with hope intertwined,
In their radiant beauty, our solace we find.
With each fleeting moment, in silence we share,
The magic of starlight, a bond that we wear.
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