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 Nov 2018 stargazer
Lily
She was a rose, pressed into the pages
Of a book, meant to hold a place.
Instead of a page in a book,
She held a place in his heart,
Which she thought she would always have.
But eventually, bookmarks are lost,
And stories are forgotten,
And all that is left is
The smell of the binding
As the book closes for the last time.
Just scribbles
 Nov 2018 stargazer
Alexis
one thought, two thoughts
three thoughts, four
lately i've been thinking
what am i even good for?

five thoughts, six thoughts
and many more to follow
i forgot what being happy is like
what a hard pill to swallow

ten thoughts, twenty thoughts
then the room starts to spin
where do i even start
will my life ever begin?

happy thoughts, happy thoughts
at least that's what i tell myself
but sometimes it doesn't work
and i can't turn to anyone else

big thoughts, little thoughts
thrown around my head
screaming, overwhelming, and telling me
"you're better off dead"

now inhale, then exhale
just hope that the pain starts shrinking
i don't mean for any of this to worry you
it's just that i've been thinking
when it rains, it pours
 Nov 2018 stargazer
Felix Andlar
"Have you ever been stuck in an elevator," he asked with half a frown,
"And then the lights flicker, and starts going down?
Not necessarily fast, but not really slow
Just enough that you brace for the blow,
For the crash that never seems to come.

"You try to hit all buttons,
You just want to get off at any floor.
The emergency stop is broken,
So you try to pry the doors.
Useless.

If you try to jump inside a falling elevator,
You only go up for a second before contributing to the fall:
Making the force even greater,
Making you feel so weak and so small.

When it suddenly stops and starts working again,
You can only think about that moment when
The gravity that surrounds you
Will betray you.

And I'm happy that your elevator works fine;
And I'm sad when people say I should fix mine.
I'm no mechanic, I just feel the fall,
Where the only thing I can do is wait for it all
To end."

He stopped for a moment,
and looked me in the eyes.
He pointed his index to his temple:
"And that's how it feels inside."
Actual conversation with a beautiful, troubled soul. All I did was make it verses.
 Nov 2018 stargazer
Jade Welch
You cannot heal me
for I am not a broken soul.
My spirit carries heavy burdens
but my colours never dull.

Pointed torches in my face
this light, it hurts my eyes.
I was led alone, I sobbed
thinking no one heard my cries.

I smile in the face of the enemy
and laugh in the face of a friend.
It is not that I am lying
but that I must pretend.
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