The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
When I look up now at the skies, a million dead eyes twinkle down at me, sending a chill through my bones, an unspoken urgent, claustrophobic need to escape the weight of those bright souls that live in the dark and never see the light.
I look upon the darkening skies as the first fingers of cold, dead fear begin to grasp and pull away the light, and I think back to a younger me.
As a child I us...
I don’t know what to do.
Every part of me wants to escape,
To flee your deadly grasp on my heart.
Every part of me wants to draw closer,
To build something no one could tear down.
I want to be free.
I want to be yours.
Every day a new chasm opens between us,
Yet I still straddle the gap,
One foot on either side.
I want to pull myself to safety,
But I refuse to leave you all alone.
I want to craddl...
I grew up in the city
I never saw the stars
I'd promised when im twenty
That I would travel far
I told myself that I'd close my eyes
If i ever looked up and saw
Whole galaxies in the sky
I knew it was something i couldn't ignore
So i would allow myself 10 seconds
At a time- pause in hesitation
Id teach myself lessons
In gratitude, in expectation
But i grew old i gained impatience
I stole sni...
Can you see them up there?
Shining ever so bright
Are you enchanted by that golden glare?
That effervesces at night
Shining so spectacularly
Among that painfully dark and motionless canvas
Yet they also convey a sadness
Twinkling there lone
A pale white body held helpless
Among the great unknown
Who knows where it’ll take us?
No longer a magical sight
But a few helpless bodies floating unknowi...
See them up there? put them out with a finger.
Now remember each one, it’s there a fingerprint lingers.
Now go spread the word, why cherish your moment?
A new trend with no substance, and you know longer own it.
As time smolders each light, the sky goes unnoticed.
A mass murder, for this grave, we’ve run out of roses.
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hu...
The stars shine so bright and bold
But theyre always hot never cold
Stars can mean so many different things
But people may not think this way
They may think that stars mean nothing
That theyre just old things of light in the sky
But why they would think this
No one can tell you why
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold a place once so magical now hurt to behold...
Ive loved hou for 7 years
Always on my mind
Always in my heart
My favorite thing in
Was loving you
I did not expect that maybe
One day i could stop
You were my everything
My shinning stars
Its all i could look foward to at night
To be under the same stars as you
The sky full of stars seemed dead
And cold a place once so magical
Now hurt to behold
Youre out of...
i used to think night lights were beutiful.
they shimmered and glowed,
so much wonder and stories to be told.
each home light held a new song
one that could be played all night long.
from my view up high it looked wonderous.
like the world still held hope and peace.
now all i see are the pieces of the world crumbling further and further apart.
as i lay upon this rooftop high,
all i do is keep eye...
“You ever think about what you’ve become?
How you’ve changed with the world?”
Why do you ask?”
“Because it’s all shit.
“How can you say that?
Everything has fallen.
No one cares about anyone anymore.
It’s eat or be eaten.”
“But that’s the thing,
It’s not forever.”
“How is it not?
This is the world we live in!”
”But that’s not true.
In twilight's embrace, a love did bloom,
Two souls entwined, chasing dreams in tune.
But time, a fickle friend, whispered goodbye,
Fading echoes of laughter beneath the sky.
Once vibrant hues, now muted and gray,
The tapestry of love began to fray.
Whispers turned to silence, a rift untold,
A symphony of hearts, now growing cold.
Paths diverged, like rivers parting ways,
Leaving behind the echoe...
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