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The last star wished upon;
the cloud that never took form;
the last leaf that fell and blew away
in that breeze which finished the day.
Who watches the sunset with a sigh,
looks upon a day which dies,
and cherishes each second
like each second was one that would last?
The girl who never smiled;
the boy who couldn't strive;
a melted heart starved by loneliness;
whose only desire was to be whole.
Do you remember when we grew old,
imaginative games and stories no longer told;
and it became silly to just pretend,
still cannot decide whether money is a foe or friend.
The tomorrow which never comes;
the letter never sent;
the tear never wiped away by tenderness
to heal the void inside.
Who waits for falling stars to wish on,
patiently hopeful and not caring how long,
until the right one, shining brightly,
appears but disappears just as quickly.
The one who got away;
the one who stole your heart but looked the other way;
the one you never noticed who stood
right before you, hoping someday you could...
Do you know how to handle a fading soul,
whose heart barely beats, and life stands still,
a fragile porcelain doll with a hidden smile
who says nothing but prays.
She's unheard;
He's unseen;
And the world is turning,
Spinning,
without me.
What happens to the one left behind,
the star never wished on,
the one never held or seen,
what happens behind the scenes?
The broken tree which no longer grows;
the flower which never blooms;
who counts on falling stars
to make all their wishes come true?
Who notices the unnoticeable,
the ordinary, the same,
day in, day out, and day in again,
she's just a lonely girl
...who doesn't understand.
the cloud that never took form;
the last leaf that fell and blew away
in that breeze which finished the day.
Who watches the sunset with a sigh,
looks upon a day which dies,
and cherishes each second
like each second was one that would last?
The girl who never smiled;
the boy who couldn't strive;
a melted heart starved by loneliness;
whose only desire was to be whole.
Do you remember when we grew old,
imaginative games and stories no longer told;
and it became silly to just pretend,
still cannot decide whether money is a foe or friend.
The tomorrow which never comes;
the letter never sent;
the tear never wiped away by tenderness
to heal the void inside.
Who waits for falling stars to wish on,
patiently hopeful and not caring how long,
until the right one, shining brightly,
appears but disappears just as quickly.
The one who got away;
the one who stole your heart but looked the other way;
the one you never noticed who stood
right before you, hoping someday you could...
Do you know how to handle a fading soul,
whose heart barely beats, and life stands still,
a fragile porcelain doll with a hidden smile
who says nothing but prays.
She's unheard;
He's unseen;
And the world is turning,
Spinning,
without me.
What happens to the one left behind,
the star never wished on,
the one never held or seen,
what happens behind the scenes?
The broken tree which no longer grows;
the flower which never blooms;
who counts on falling stars
to make all their wishes come true?
Who notices the unnoticeable,
the ordinary, the same,
day in, day out, and day in again,
she's just a lonely girl
...who doesn't understand.
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors.
Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
lust dust
and and
hope smoke
and and
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me,
Literature
Teachers to the Dead
While we slept,
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
exhal
Literature
I'm Not Myself Right Now
You shouldn't fault me for acting this way,
I'm not myself anyway.
Things will never be the same,
Being different can't be to blame.
If only you knew,
What I've been through,
Than maybe you'd see,
The difference between you and me.
You can't repeat the things I can't follow,
And you can't keep me out of my wallow.
The things you give will never be enough,
And you can't say my life isn't rough.
My unrevealed personality gives me bad impressions,
And the worst you could do is laugh at my confessions.
My unorganized ignorance,
Will surely affect my self-confidence.
I can't be sorry for my actions,
And I can't be responsible for
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and i'm just a girl...
sitting in the back row...
watching the world fly...
when she herself has broken wings.
>.>
yeah...
I'm just asking to be buried. -sighs-
sitting in the back row...
watching the world fly...
when she herself has broken wings.
>.>
yeah...
I'm just asking to be buried. -sighs-
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I love how there are so many little, semi-related observations here. How you have collected them all here is no small accomplishment. I tend to find myself gazing at things that others just ignore, much like the things in this poem. I love it.