sunset
i let myself eat blue,
blueberries, just a few.
oranges are okay if it’s just a slice,
watermelon is okay,
water fills empty space,
calms the fire in my stomach.
midnight
there must be thousands of stars but i
can’t see any from here.
i wonder what it would be like, to be
a star. to burn and burn and be beautiful,
not like the stars down here. we light up
but it’s never enough and this won’t
make us beautiful and maybe we knew
since the beginning.
we burn out like stars, making black holes,
destroying everyone around us.
dawn
waking up is never pleasant, it burns
and i just want to go back to sleep.
maybe i will.
the light is scary, scarier than the dark ever was.
eclipse
i think i like the feeling. hunger,
burning and burning until there’s nothing left
but i never got that far and sometimes i wish
i did. i think i’m irreparably broken, but it feels
selfish to think that, i just don’t want to be
fixed. they tell me i could die. i tell them
been there, done that.
all right, another poem! this one isn't too old but i'm on the fence about it. i like the idea behind it, i like the formatting, but the writing itself is hit-or-miss for me. i really like some of it (the second stanza and last few lines), and the rest of it is kinda meh. also again, pretty depressing but that's just my thing at this point heh.
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