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#GoodnightPoem

So free when I run
Trapped in the body that's always been
No ones seems to matter
The no one for me I fear will always be so
A beautiful world around me
I wake up with dread for the world I have to see
Life is a wonder
I await the eternal silence I can't comprehend, what faces us all
Fear, I hope every day to escape
The happiness that all looks so out reach
The beauty I still can't see, invisible to me
I fear, forever
I fear eternity
So I run

#GoodnightPoem

My splotchy nail polish
An accidental act of defiance
Careless paint streaks
Somehow bring joy
My nails, whiter than usual
Rebel against conformance
To me, they are just nails
Colors on my hands
Making me smile
The stains on my skin
Left behind from the hasty application
Accidents that remind me
Of the rooms painted late at night
With my grandma
The wet paint flooding my senses
Listening to her past rebellions
Unimaginable to me as defiance
wearing pants to school,
finding her people who did not belong,
living without a care
living to find joy
These accidental rebellions
That we use to create our own joy
I was hesitant even to put white on my nails
Because from a young age I've been taught
To live an interesting life
And because "white is a boring color"
Nothing has to be boring however,
If you find ways to create your own joy

#GoodnightPoem

After so many nights
Staring
at the calm seas of the past
Only the gentle stars casting reflection
Somehow a time of so much joy
The winds of the new
Sing in my ears
If I
Could be a windcatcher
If only I
Could embrace my future
I, like a star
Am just one of a million
A brevity
Shining like no others
From perspectives out of reach
Shining in a vast ocean of wonder
That to me
is unknown

#GoodnightPoem

Happy memories turned sad
In the blink of an eye
You show up everywhere
I hate the songs I used to love
The time we spent together
Trapped in the other's embrace
The times I felt truly happy
Now wondering if you ever felt the same
The worst part
Is that I was right all along
A brutal killing of what could've been
Can't I just be happy
About what has been
And what could be
Can't I just let go
And move on with me
Now trapped only in the embrace
Of the painful silence
Someone so close
Now so far away
Unable even to hear my cries

#GoodnightPoem

To see from their eyes
A brilliant blue world
A speck in a cloud of stars
We are not special
Yet they cry for us
What does it mean
when the stars cry?
When they mourn the loss
of what could have been
Sometimes I don't see the light
Anymore
When they gaze on us, hidden
Our world so small
How can we matter
Living under the stars
That watch us all

#GoodnightPoem

Even when the stars smile at us
From the speckled sky we view the same
When the weighted time passes so easily by
Falling like a meteor
though the sky
Beautiful, sparkling, shattered glass
Obstructs my view.
If we looked to this sky
Through a window too hopeful
We’d never see the consequences
Until we were stabbed by the shards
Of broken glass.
But even through this shattered dream
Through this blood stained regret
Of a fear still unknown,
I know the stars are more beautiful
When I’m with you.

#GoodnightPoem

Falling behind in the dreams I used to have
A bright new world
Now so cloudy
Oh what a tragedy
Seeing reflections of my face in the shadows of my past
Something wanting to be but not yet there
Something feels wrong
Distorted beyond recognition
Stretched too thin
Waiting to snap
But in this shadow
Only possible with the brightest light
I see a warm sunset
Of the days that have passed
A world so effortlessly crafted
Only alone I feel it's true significance
A brilliance waiting to outshine
Anything we could ever stand for
With the clouds now gone away
Shadows of my past
Glare stronger than anything before

#GoodnightPoem

Imprisoned in the desert
Longing for the oasis
I fear I will never find
To stare at the stars
From a different view
Longing to be free
I love the worlds
We still have yet to see
To remain in my mind
For all eternity
Worlds above our souls
In a sky dark as coal
Embers turning red
Forever only to look ahead
At the renewed sunset
Cast upon a world
We still cannot see

An early #GoodnightPoem cause I'm tired lol

Rain falling fast
Little explosions on the sidewalk
Hidden triumph
Storming chaos
What would it take
For me to be a raindrop
Unending confidence
Courage to break the tension
Bored when not in panic
So bored
Floating with such peace
Falling just to break the silence
Hitting terminal velocity
Falling
Just to feel the impact of
Having no purpose
Falling with such ferocity
Realizing my meaning
My only purpose being
A droplet of thousands
Falling so fast
One million copycats
Together
Until we splat
On the cold concrete
Complete as one
Goodbye to the clouds
I now long for

I call this #GoodnightPoem : Periodically Chaotic

Most of life is empty space
Orbiting around something
We all trust exists
Surrounded by a shell
Of pure imagination
Spinning through a vacuum
In this massive world around me
I cannot be neutral
I cannot shield myself
From this unbalanced life
How can I change the world
If I’m always stable
If I never leave my grounded state
If I’m never
Left to face the elements on my own
My only choice
Is to break the bonds holding me back
Crash through the double doors
Defining my existence
Leaving something in that empty space
In the vacuum that surrounds us all

Tried to add some rhyme for this #GoodnightPoem
I've promised myself that the next one will be a fun one (probably without a star theme I seem to be clinging to).

I see
Uncertainty
Not just me
Floating free
For all eternity
Glaring at the specks of light
Dreaming of a different tomorrow
What they all call our stars
Some of
Our stars
Jealousy won over me
Fighting with no more heart
I long to be up there
Drowning in the inky black reservoir
Putting pen to paper
Crafting something new
With the selfish stars

I wrote this #GoodnightPoem about emails sent by large organizations haha. Anyway it's late and I am going to sleep.

Drama is irrelevant
When everything’s a tragedy
Commentating on everything
Now it has no meaning
Expected to be opinionated
But neutral
Cold and disconnected
Ingenuine
To show pride
But not that pride
How unfortunate
Who even knows
Who this person is
Everything heard before
With the same empty words
Expected
A formality
Carefully chosen
To mean nothing at all

#GoodnightPoem

I feel so lost
With every interaction
Every “send” I click
Every word I speak
I smile in awkward confusion
Wanting to talk to you
Not knowing what to say
I don’t want to ruin the little we have
Before we have anything at all
The potential
Leading to the stressing of every little thing
Leading nowhere at all
But when you invite me to
Watch the stars
When I was just thinking
The same thing
More confusion
A better confusion
A hopeful way of losing my path
Wandering towards a bright beginning
In the darkness of night
Under the stars

#GoodnightPoem

I say with teary eyes
A life of endless, perfect, tomorrows
Does not exist
Instead we must live with the
Pain,
Suffering,
Sorrow,
That makes us human

That “unfair game” is life itself
The only way to win
Embrace what it hurled your way
Look forward with no regret

We wouldn’t be the same without
The perseverance we gain
The new-found strength

The death that comes for us
After oh so few tomorrows
We don’t get a chance to even say goodbye
To the life we’re living so carelessly

This is what makes us human
Wandering through our unfair life
One foot after the other

Hollow tears running down our smiling faces

#GoodnightPoem

stars are floating in a calm sea
of empty space
and here I lie, drifting on the gentle waters
watching the stars
wondering
are they watching me?
I lie in wait
in my own sea of empty space
the waves feel so calm
so cold
gently rocking
I’m scared
what are they hiding?
the stars
can they hear my faint voice?
while they wait
exploding far in the sky
I do not feel alone
breathe in
breathe out
the stars are watching over me
they are talking to me
but I can't hear what they say
in the end the stars can't help me
when the ocean gets too deep
when the waves get too tall
when everything comes crashing down
I'll be alone
floating on the sea
drifting away

#GoodnightPoem

I spend my days
Gazing at the sunset of yesterday
I look to the sky
And all that falls below

It’s easy to get lost
When we’re watching the peach-colored sun

It’s easy to imagine
That maybe, just maybe
We’re stuck in a dream

Maybe, just maybe
I could stay here forever

Darkness surrounds me
And my time has come

Sometimes
I don’t want to say goodbye
I didn’t want to leave

A #GoodnightPoem for #AutumnEquinox

Equinox I

Autum's golden light
is falling on dying grass
Fog is rising from the fields
A chill is creeping under my clothes
I am wearing the wrong ones
Still hanging on to summer

But summer has long
said good-bye, has left, is gone
It has almost already
disappeared beyond the horizon
on its long journey down south
to the ones who've been waiting

Like we will be soon again--
waiting.

I haven‘t posted a #GoodnightPoem in a while.

When zooming through the galaxy
Is all you ever want to do
But what you lack is, simply put,
technology
Take pen and paper, find a spot,
Sit down, relax, and sip some tea
Look into your mind, be still, and
Let your imagination run
Free

#GoodnightPoem

A poem every night
Is difficult to write
Then inspiration strikes
Suddenly, in spikes
But just as quick
As it arrived
It‘s gone