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Audra Brown Feb 2012
Can you take me to the stars above?
Bring me down some stardust?
Kiss me like the world's gonna end
Hold me like a hurricane's coming.

Because I lean on you when I'm too weak
And I need you more than you need me
And if I honestly had to tell the truth
I could never explain how much I need you

And if darkness covers this soul of mine
I hope your light continues to shine
Because beautiful lights are the best gift
God can give,
And your light's better than the dark where I live

So promise me your best, but don't give me all
Save some for yourself in case we begin to fall
God makes beautiful things to last
And if that's true, you're here for times long past
The times I'll roam this earth
Beauty remains where others lack worth


“Star’s Dust” Analysis
When writing “Star’s Dust”, I was trying to capture the moment when you realize exactly how much a person means to you. The feeling that a certain person can give you more, just by being in your life, than any other person in the world is irreplaceable to me and I wanted to capture that feeling. I wrote this poem when I was thinking of someone I could not imagine losing because that person is so important in the foundations of my life. Every time I see that person’s smile, Rusten’s smile, it’s like they just brought me a little bit of star dust.
The usage of star dust is an allusion to Peter and the Star Catchers by Barry and Pearson, a story I read in middle school that is an interesting telling of the well known fairytale, Peter Pan. In the story, when a shooting star hits earth, a group of people is responsible for finding the star and collecting its dust because the dust gives the ability to fly when touched. So the allusion to star dust is my way of saying that Rusten’s smile makes me feel like I’m flying.
The first stanza is mostly focused on wanting him to stay with me. The world ending and “hurricanes coming” are both events where you cling to the person you love with no intention of ever letting go. They are both events where every second you’re still alive is precious and you have to make the most of those few precious seconds. I wanted to make it very clear that I don’t want to waste one second of my life with him not there.
The second stanza is a confession of fear. My worst fear is that I’m going to end up alone. The speaker of the poem voices this fear by explaining how she relies on that person and states her belief that she needs him more than he needs her so it would be easier for him to leave her.
The third stanza is a bit of my past coming in to play. For the majority of my junior year I was a very dark, cynical person because of some things that changed my view on the world. Looking back, I realize it was very hard for him to cope with me being so negative and full of darkness and gloom. So the third stanza is really dedicated to telling him that I don’t want his happiness to be lessened everytime I’m unhappy because his happiness is a light that kept me trying when I really wanted to give up.
Lastly, the fourth stanza was a kind of resolve in my mind. I realize that we are human, that we will both mistakes and that somewhere along the way, we might lose each other. The speaker says, “So promise me your best, but don't give me all/ Save some for yourself in case we begin to fall” because I believed it very important that he know that neither of us, despite how happy we might be together, should invest our entire selves into each other. Because we are human and we might not always have each other, I think it a mistake to base everything we are off of each other.
The last four lines are a bit of my self deprecating attitude because I think he is so much better than I am. The main purpose of the last lines was to convey that emotion. The last line, “Beauty remains where others lack worth” is a truth I’ve seen in life. After a destructive wildfire, the trees, grass and flowers can still come back. That’s how life is too. Bad things come but they don’t last because the beauty in life always wins. I’ve always thought Rusten was better than me, so I decided a long time ago that in the end, he will end up in a much happier place than me because it’s what he deserves.
andenrangs poet Sep 2014
jeg bevarede roen
lige indtil jeg river mine
nye nylonstrømper
på et rusten søm
husk dit pas og
husk din frakke
det kan være koldt
og måske vil det
regne men vi
ved det ikke så
husk også en paraply
jeg drukner i ord
om blå sygesikring
kommafejl og fejlagtige
billeder på snapchat
med misforståede ord
så jeg sætter mig
på tæppet
og er ligeglad
mens jeg ser mine
følelser gå
op i røg
og slukker
for min
kaos maksine
fanden tage snapchat og kommafejl.
så mange mennesker

            der går med smerter

indeni eller udenpå; overset eller identitetsdannende


      skævheder, sammenkrøllethed, bider det i sig



            indelukkethed, folk som er låst fast, har givet op på en drøm

en rusten forventning

         til hvad livet nu vil bringe en


  livet vil noget andet med en, tag imod **** på **** sammen, stå fast

         en stille hjerteskærende eksistens, siger ikke meget men hvis nu

man tager sig tid,
    studerer,     bemærker,     dykker ned


               står smerten     klart     frem


       modsatretteder længsler; det nemme
og det, man virkelig vil


                       sikkert eller spændende? livet er kompromiløst og man          
      kan    ikke    få det hele


                   en ømhed, noget småt men betydningsbærende  


                                    hvor så du dig selv være nu?           ikke her, ikke med


      de mennesker,     ikke som den jeg er blevet



    jeg håber aldrig, at det bliver mig med skår i hjertet på så mut en facon
et lille stykke sky

et lille blad, der har fløjet rundt indtil den landede på vejen

et græsstrå, der ikke bliver klippet, fordi det står et sted hvor græsslåmaskinen ikke kommer

en tom taleboble, der venter på at nogen snakker

et enligt ben der leder efter en makker

et mindre skænderi, der aldrig blev løst

en lille glød i et slukket bål

en knækket kam

et forhenværende hvidt snørrebånd der nu er brunt

en lille nullermand nede i min mørkeste skuffe

en førstepræmie, der aldrig blev vundet

en afklippet tånegl på badeværelsesgulvet

en tyggegummi-klat foran et storcenter

et vindue ingen kigger ud af

et udbrændt fyrfadslys

en sæbebobbel der aldrig sprang

en lille månesten der flyder rundt i rummet

en streg på væggen, som ikke kan fjernes med vand

en bøtte maling, der ikke ved hvordan en pensel ser ud

et vissent blad, der ikke vil give slip på sin gren

en stor plet

en brugt papkasse, der er blevet bølget i regnen

et glimt i øjet

en rusten skrue, der engang har siddet i et skib

et håbefuldt smil, som ingen så, og som hurtigt blev glemt igen
shoutout til lille mig der skrev dette
Santiago Apr 2015
I never expected you
My life change with you
I didn't plan this out
What's all this about?
We came together, forever

My life wouldn't be the same
Life wouldn't hav meaning
Maybe lost, dead, confused
Where would I be?
I can't say, my skies gray

Never trade you
Be faithful to you
Stick with you, like glue
My wish, yet to come true
Me & you, to be with you

The body ages, gets old
The beauty fades, gone away
The lust never last, by pass
The *** is weak, never seek
The materials rotten, rusten

The love presented, to me through Christ, was my best birthday surprise, the magic in your eyes, all our secrets & painful lies, truth was we wanted to stick side by side, do or die, ride right beside each other, Bonnie & Clyde, I'm sorry I lied, thoughts read unspoken, always live broken, despair I'm stroking, a heart attack lol, come back my life is whack :P...

I Honestly, Miss You Sincerely, PRECIOSA lol
Daan Oct 2019
Aan het einde van de week
moet ik naar een evenement,
dat mij bij beslissen leek
leuk te worden. Je kent
het wel, niet iedereen
en je moet veel doen
alsof, acteren.
Die moed kan keren
want het was zo druk,
het was vermoeiend op het werk,
'k had niet veel geluk
in de les of in de kerk
om op te letten, bij te blijven,
goal te getten.
Helaas, ik heb al toegezegd,
mijn vat is op en ik wil slapen,
ik wil rusten, voldoening geven
aan mijn eigen lusten.

Afgezegd,
gezwegen en belegen, leven
alle mensen verder
en ben ik heel tevreden
dat ik nog net genoeg had
in dat vat om te zeggen
dat het enige wat ik wilde,
mezelf erbij neerleggen
en hopen dat jullie
er niet te zwaar aan tilden.
Hervulling
Daan Jul 2021
Soms missen we een halte,
soms mist er een wagon.
Soms missen we gestalte
en soms wat vroeger kon.

We tsjoeken bijna allemaal
ver voorbij fatsoen.
Voor stilvallen is geen taal,
daar is niets aan te doen.

Tsjoeken, tsjoeken, elke dag,
alsof nu en dan iets anders
geen optie is, niet mag.

Wat als ik wil rusten? Of
is die vraag voor jou te bruut?
Ik zal maar verder tsjoeken, tsjoeke, tsjoeke tuut.
Mokkepotjes

(niets anders een optie is of mag)

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