I have written you into my dreams
Dipped your undecided name in starlight
Wrapped it sparkling, tightly to my heart
And though you are no more than a far-off dream
Not even a seed inside of me
I have never felt closer to anyone
I have never loved an idea the way I love you
The difference between you and me is
You would never hesitate
To hurl a meteor into someone else’s constellation
Constantly colliding and banging
People and things
The epitome of beautiful carelessness
But I –
I only go as far as the tip of my finger
As it follows a shooting star
I sit in the corner of space
Comfortably hiding
Avoiding gravity because I know I can’t fly
This is the poem that hides
in the corner of the classroom
that weeps silently, but does not cry
because being invisible hurts
because asking to be seen hurts more
And when loneliness
washes you out to the middle of the sea
this is the poem that waits for you
underneath the vivid coral and striking starfish
As you sink down into the darkness
to keep you company at rock bottom
Until you begin to see the stars again
This post is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/daily-prompt-pills/ , which said to show nourishment. I strayed a little from the theme. Hope you like it!
The earth cradled me in her hands
Allowed me to drink from her rivers
To eat from her brood
Though I gave nothing in return
She brought winds to cool me
A sun to warm me
Stars to shelter me
Though I gave nothing in return
She grew flowers to please me
Vibrant colors and sweet fragrances
And allowed me to take them from her
Though I gave nothing in return
She nourished me and loved me
Until she had no more to give
But with one seed
Wrapped tenderly in a apology
And buried deep in thanks
I offered something in return
Perfect is not a goal of mine
Never has been, never will be
Perfect is a myth, a legend
A desperate person’s fantasy
Perfect is so far off
I can hardly see it
Let alone touch it
Let alone be it
Maybe perfect does exist
Somewhere in the stars
Hidden away from mankind
Never to be ours
But I won’t join a hopeless search
To crash and burn it’s fated
I’m happy with who I am
Perfect is overrated
I wrote this poem, being a little tired of people criticizing me whenever I don’t quite live up to their ridiculous expectations. I may have a bit of a reputation, but I am not perfect, nor I am trying to be. Hopefully some of you can relate 🙂
This poem is a response to this daily prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/daily-prompt-companionable/
A lovely blogger, Maggie’s Stories, did a companion piece to one of my poems, so I thought I’d return the favor. This is a response to this poem: Rain of Stars
Hopefully you like it!
Shooting Stars
A shimmering silver spark
Hits my windowpane with a hiss
I look outside, and I see
(It’s impossible to miss)
It’s raining stars
Streaking, shiny, sizzling drops
Tear through the sky
Hit the ground with some pops
The streets are paved with moonbeams
The sky is falling down
Shooting stars are all to see
For many miles around
I held out my finger
And caught a silver spark
I took a breath and closed my eyes
And made a wish in the sudden dark
