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Here is a quick short poem I made for Dagan…not sure why I’m poetic right now…my hormones??? Sorry if it’s weird…but weird’s what I do!
I saw a moon in orbit last night but it wasn’t my moon…
It had a face of anger along with a glow making you think it was noon…
I had a feeling on who it was but I can’t say his name…
Or he’ll come after me and cause me great pain…
Yet he’s silver haired and lacks an arm…
He would have no problem hunting us down and causing us harm…
It would be great to win his trust and even his heart…
But nothing is important to him than a planet that’s falling apart…
The will of having such dreams brings his life to an end…
But his legacy will go on and on that will make the future of Jedi ascend!
But there will be a day where he’ll crawl out of his grave…
Get himself reincarnated so he can become your fav’! ❤️
Another poem! I’m gonna have y’all guess who it is!!!
It’s somewhat long…I think I need help lol
You see the moon is high, very, very high in the sky…
But someone is coming and he’s not a good guy…
Hair long and flowy and like silk it’s almost of butter…
You better turn the other way, or he’ll have you in a stutter…
Black eyes are all you see in his dark cold soul…
He’s a wicked man for sure, he’ll love you till you run cold…
Everything of him is of superiority and grace…
Perfectionism is best yet he hides his true face…
He’ll kill anything that will stand in his way…
Not the pure of heart, those ones will stay…
He’ll want a queen to take with on his bountiful throne…
He’ll take you for instance, so he won’t be alone…
Unless you come up with a plan to save your own life…
You’re stuck with him and he’ll want you to become his full-fledged wife…
As much as you like him, he’ll attempt to kill…
Drawing your blood, he’ll be sure to make you shrill…
It’s not that we hate him in any kind of way…
He just needs help, so we’ll help him day by day!
Did you guess???
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YEP! It’s MICHAEL!!!
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Love is a thing that's so precious to me,
As sweet as honey, never ceasing to be.
It can make even the cold heart feel warm,
And with just one look, it can wreak a storm.
It's a soft and gentle kind of spark,
Which warms us all despite being so dark.
It can bring us so much joy,
And make us feel a brand new kind of high.
It can wrap us in its tender embrace,
Making us feel like we are in a place.
It can bring out a beauty so divine,
That it can even make an angel smile.
Love is the one thing that binds us all,
Making us feel happy no matter how small.
It's a connection between two hearts and minds,
Toying with us but never leaving us behind.
Wings of symphony
her wings were not made of feathers
they were bundles of crescendi and trebles
they are a part of her- the wings
they were with her when she was born,
grew bigger with her, and will wither with her
she pruned them first- plucking and grooming the minute notes
until they were steady enough to bear her talent
when the void stared at her, the wings pulled her away
they cooed and caressed, a phantom comfort
which was better than real ones
at times they withered; drooped and fell without warning
but she was patient
shushed them in low voices only they could hear
they were like that, the girl and the feathers
only she heard their melody, saw them, understood them
gave them strength again, to soar and to conquer
‘til the day came-
starburst lights in her eyes
polished wood under her feet
her lips parted
and she flew
(do not copy or repost without permission)
the last thread
When the soul is weary and the world bleak
With stooped shoulders and leaden eyes,
A sigh is heaved-
An exhale of impatience
Impatience to stop, to halt, to cease,
To leave this mortal prison of flesh
And escape to a place beyond the grey
But there is another prison
A cell, which grips its inmates
(like the Kraken grips the unfortunate voyager)
Sight is impaired by soupy mist
The ears tingle with silence.
The compass of senses loses its direction
And in this prison, the mind is trapped
Screaming without a voice, begging to be let out
The struggle bleeds through skin marked with blades
Through concave cheeks and chapped lips
The prison crumbles;
Until, with a single flick,
The soul is free.
Precious Starlight Soul
Starlight Sky bright!
Show this wayward soul a little light
Wipe away its tears
Cleanse its sorrows
Make sure it has a brighter tomorrow
Moonlight, Oh moon bright!
What ay you this silver night
What saw do you carry for this precious soul
What advice do you give before it grows old
Teach it, guide it, and let it mature
For once it is deas it will come back to nature
In a night as dark as this
Was I reincarnated
On a night as bright as this
Will I die again
there is a flower that blooms with clouds
it dances to the tune of crackling thunder
it beams with lightning
the petals unfold slowly, gently coaxed by dripping drops
it delights in the grayscale world
thrives under the shade of umbrellas
how strange! people mumble
a flower that blooms in gloom
Dun! Dun! Dun!
thunder rumbles and the mumbles patter away
looking for shelter
but the flower stays there
springs up after being trampled
and continues to sway to the beat
of heaven’s drum.
when the sun will peek out from behind the grey screen
the flower will become still
as each drop dries the petals will close
until it becomes a bud again
with sunrays shining on its closed face
the flower waits, until it can dance again...
The Musings of an Insomniac
why is the night beautiful?
Is it because of the stars? that reflect the infinite galaxy
and tell countless stories- of passion, heartbreak and joy
Or is Diana to blame, riding her chariot
illuminating the unknown in silver
Maybe it’s the smoke that rises up from the electric monsters,
mingling with the wind, who is fidgeting for Ra to appear
Sometimes, the clouds deign us worthy of an appearance
swaying proudly against the inky backdrop
And there it is! the answer to our queries
it is Darkness which makes the night beautiful
allows for any sliver of light, however small, to shine through
gives space for sounds to blare and wind to howl
for minds to weep and hearts to ponder
unobtrusive, yet all-compassing
it comforts those who seek it out
and lulls its children away from consciousness
Then slowly, it dissipates, leaving promises behind
of assurance, of grace and gives up its form for the next day to break.
TRUST
Is it alright I wonder
to ask you to stay
Is it alright, tell me,
to ask for more
Can I be your 'one'
Can I trust that you won't leave
Cause you are not the first one I've given myself away to
Many pieces of Me are scattered among people
And some have given theirs a warm home
While others' lie in the trash
I have loved and loved and loved
But I don't think anyone has ever loved loved loved me back
It is scary
and sad
but I heal
I have healed every time
And I will heal again if you decide I am not worth it
I have stripped myself bare before
Only to be wounded and scarred
But you tell me you wish to caress me instead
That- That I have never knowm
So tell me, should I trust you?
Trust you to look at my scars and not run away
Trust you to hold me, gently,
Trust you with pieces of Me in hopes that they may find a new home
Tell me
Is it alright for me to love you?
September in a small neighbourhood
Windchimes tinkling in the silent courtyard
A veranda swept with crackling yellow leaves
Sweltering sunshine and chilling shadows
Apples crisping up day by day
Harsingar blossoms dotting the horizon
And a hint of winter in the air
Birthday parties in the evenings and poojas in the mornings
Skirts and kurtis, sarees for cocktail parties
Glittering markets and the silent streets
School uniforms scattered around the house
Iced tea by the gallons while hot chocolate brews
The year is about to end, December is still far away
Long walks and coffee breaks
Rooftop gatherings with soft lulls of the city giving company
A pause, a comma, a chasm of nothingness
The tickle of rustling leaves,
The groans and moans of a test gone wrong
Ice cream trips at night when the entire world is getting ready to sleep
Solitude and heartbreak, but joy and belonging too
How strange is September yet how familiar
Not the unending liveliness of Summer
Nor the bright hope of Spring
Nor the dark warmth of Winter
But a comfort, a moment of peace
Saying that maybe it's time to just relax
And drift away
For now that's enough.
She looks dead
Like the sparrow
In my field
That day yonder
-Aashu for Vidhi
11/3/23
Quadrangle
there’s a squirrel on a plastic basketball hoop
I look out my window and pretend the blue of my neighbor’s house is the sky
bamboo grows in the forests of Asia and in a plastic cup on my desk
I read about vast worlds on the dead skin of trees
explosives born in Colorado die and kill on land halfway around the world
children starve and fly kites
life is the moments of sun in a world of darkness
smiles are as the stars punching through the night
laughter dances like Aurora Borealis
I can count the men who change our world on one hand
I raise this to an impossible power to count all the rest of us
Vampire
My lips are filled with blood
And I want to kiss you
The kiss is a tragedy I love
I want to feel your virgin lips on mine
The lips I crave are pure
But you don’t want to kiss me
Because I am dirty
I lick my lips trying to soak the blood up
But you don’t care
I’m trying to be someone I’m not
I’m trying to be clean
But you don’t care you want clean lips
I continue to wipe away the blood I once loved
You push me away and say I don’t like your past
Please just one kiss, one kiss
You shake your head and scream when I get close
I walk away looking in the mirror asking why I was born with blood
I wanted to be pure
Pure, sweet, angelic, and full of viridity
I prayed to the gods above, asking to be pure like you
I had to paint my lips with holy water to kiss you
You told me you wanted to runaway
Why love? Why?
You pointed at me and my bloody body
I screamed and begged at your feet to not leave me
It is not my fault I am bloody
They made me like this
My lips covered in curses I did not wish to have
My hands covered in blood that was not mine
I scream at you please don’t leave me like the dog I am
You walk away and tell me to wash up
Please stay
Stay with me, I’ll bathe in sunlight and holy water to be with you love
That wasn’t enough
I smear blood onto my thighs
You yell at me to clean myself up
Can you clean me up?
Can you?
I don’t know how
Nobody had ever taught me how to be pure and sweet
I was only taught how to crave blood
I was only taught how to be weapon
Please Angel, let me be
You shout and walk away
The moment you leave me
I find a new fresh blood patch on my heart
Why couldn’t I be pure like you?
I am tired of being solivagant
You were my hit of kalopsia
I could only kiss you if I dipped my hands and lips in holy water
And yet you still called me disgusting
My love, my angel
You are too sweet for me
- a poem made by me.
But why is this Jegulus vampire au coded.
"Calling you by the devils daughter. You scream and fight. I'm not like him. But you know deep down The blood you bleed is his”
-Bree Murillo
“If I stop writing
Someone will become better than I
And I will no longer be a poet
But a girl that tried”
- Bree Murillo, Chapters of a Teenage Girl