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The Warlock Mar 2010
It Was One Of Those Nights
When The Abysses Of Sorrow
Put Their Weight On The Heart
Making You Wish You Tear It Apart.

When The Fractures Of The Soul
Expand From The Deepest Void
Emerging In Waves Of Salt
Filling the Eyes Wide Shut Painfully

When Your Insignificance and Hopelessness
Are Pouring Through The Crimson Rivers
And You Want To Let Them Flow Open
Begging Life To Have Mercy

The Cloud Came Floating Over Me
A Storm Of Pure Chaotic Darkness
Animated By A Sea Of Lightning
Reasoning Of Silent Thunders

A Slow Descent Of Majesty In The Realm
A Gate To Relief From Despair
Coming Face To Face With Its Creation
Feeling The Pain Of Its Tortured Soul

A Gray Form Drawing On the Black Vapor
Emerging From The Infinity Of Time
Feeling From The Sorrow Of The Caller
Materializing In A Peaceful Face

Eyes Shut As They Can Not Dare To See
Lips Closed As They Can Not Dare To Taste
Light Hair Floating In Evanescence
Approaching Slowly To My Agonizing Face

The Eyes Opening Slowly, Letting Flow Moonlight Rays
The Lips Carefully Dividing, Startdust Dropping On My Face
Winds Of Compassion Entering My Soul
Twin Love Reviving Dark Ashes

As I Saw The Face Faded Away
The Cloud Returned To The Void Of Creation
I Knew That I Will Cut Widely The Red Rivers
For The Light Is Not Meant For Me

Warlock
Kelly Michelle Mar 2013
I can see now the injury..
The tear which ripped through a soul..
The irresistable gravitational force it has..
An internal super nova, made blackhole..

See the bandit who robs children?
Of their fantasy world of "safe"..
Their image of a benevolent universe..
Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space..

Time folds there as it captures..
Pain too emense to fit in inside..
Frozen solid for later feeling..
Moments from which we all hide..

Layers and piles of "protection"..
From hurts too bitter to taste..
Too cutting and raw in the knowing..
Too "gone" for time to waste..

Some more "protected" than others..
With their egos and illusion of control..
These are the ones most troubled..
Their false lives have swallowed them whole..

Now see the ones who show their pain?
Their layers suspended in time?
Perhaps some pulled to look inward..
Through the love of music, art, or rhym..

And others finally forced by fate's will..
To surrender their powerless pieces..
Emptied of excess, their souls cry out..
"I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..
And then, for the first time you look around,
started to see more deeply
and the beauty of nature is revealed.
For the first time you listen to the harmony of the universe and
the symphony of the stars;
then everything starts to become more and more beautiful,
lies and lies of beauty are revealed
because your eyes have a penetrating force...
whenever you look
you go deeper,
and even in rocks
you see flowers blossoming...
until we started to ask:
"what we are
in this vast Universe"
and the answer was:
"Not even a small cell, not even a quark..."
but then, a small whisper started to talk with us
and this whisper is actually our ego,
and if you listen very carefully to him,
the ego will put you again and again
on a neurotic path,
the path of being someone.

The truth it's that the man is very egoistic
he cannot feel at ease
just to be himself,
he wants to be above of very much things,
above this planet and his satellite,
above this stars
above this galaxies
he wants to be above even this Universe
And then, when he become all of this,
only then
he will realize that he will be more lonely than ever,
and would like to become a man again;
As a child when he wants to be an adult
But after he gets and turns old,
he wants to play again like a kid,
but realize that it's too late...
After all I don't criticize them,
because all of us were born from startdust
and want to die
where we come from...
like stars,
like galaxies,
like Universes.
and, at the end,
that makes me happy,
because I always wanted to listen
to the harmony of the universe
and to the symphony...
of this beautiful stars.
Mamolefe Feb 2021
A chaos has been birthed inside of me.

It’s Ghosts, playing hopscotch.
My Heart, fighting against lung.
The Blood, making out with startdust.

A destiny wishing to reform itself
trying to recognise its name
smile at its reflection.
A natural disaster beginning its annual cycle inside of me.

Inside of you.

Like how Summer recognises Autumn’s leaves,
it’s twiggy branches letting go of its maroon mascara.
Stripping itself bare of past fantasies and love.

An internal hazard that dances for the Gods inside of you.
The ones yet to be discovered.
The ones yet to be explored.

So, retract
unclip your wings and reopen your cave of comforting darkness so as to rediscover the light again.

Soon...
It’s soon...
You’re soon.

Soon, my love.
#transition #change #reflection #lost
Agnosco Mar 2018
Where do these words come from?
Where do the questions percolate?
Where does longing grow?
If only from the water and fat
of this brain.
But electrical impulses and biochemicals
have no meaning-
no poem.
What I want is a romantic answer,
A story I can hold close to my breast-
One that will satisfy the hole of endless questions,
paradoxes
and heartbreak.
One I can smile about over tea,
and laugh about
in open fields of long grass,
one that is made of
startdust
and songs.
Zeena Miedema May 2021
Why should I have to be positive to make it feel ok?
Let me just be me, it never feels right anyway.
I'm fighting on my own, trying to make the best of it.
But what if the world and I just do not fit?

I'm tired and everything aches when I'm alone.
Still going for walks and singing but I'm getting numb and never in the right zone.
When I'm with you I'm still trying even though it gets so freaking hard.
So love me hard even though I know it's hard and with me there's no moving forward.

I wish I could make a final decision.
End my mission.
I can't yet even though I want to so bad.
How can I ever be ready to go ahead?
Make it end forever.

And start something I don't remember or haven't seen yet ever.
I need to when I can.
Please be with me until then.
Then I'll always be with you.
No matter where I'll go to.

Don't tell me that I can change anything by changing my attitude.
My attitude is broken by this place and I can't break it again to somehow make it feel good.
Let me just be me.
You can't cure me with your stardust theory.

Like you can be in control.
By changing your own role.
And being ok within.
I can't shut off the world I'm in.

Actually it comes in hard as hell with Autism, OCD, being exhausted and depressed.
You can't shut it off even without these issues and if you could I'd be impressed.
So please let me be me and find my way.
And when I'm broken down again please try to love me anyway.

I'll always be a part of you and you're a part of me.
But nobody can cure me with any type of startdust theory.
A medication doesn't do it either, something needs to get out instead of being put in.
Let me do it my own way, that's actually how I find my strength within!
14-05-21

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