"Alas, they used to be such bright things

But now they've devolved, only to bring tears."

Alas, they used to be such bright things--

Now devoid of warmth and vigour,

Like broken marbles teetering

Then falling,

Falling,

Falling,

Flailing about before flopping

into motionlessness haze;

Where once they shone

Like the sun itself,

In all its glory,

All too soon to be cast down

By the envious moon,

Yes, perhaps I am 

That envious 

Moon. 

And yes, like fallen stars

they shed their silent, bitter tears

full of resentment

and lament;

And yes, it tickles me, urging me to laugh 

But I will not laugh,

If not for the haunting image

Of lanterns lit,

Then snuffed out in an instant;

Of life given,

Only to be cruelly snatched away;

Of a promise made,

Only to so callously be broken;

Of a kindred spirit

struggling,

Bearing the cold winds and braving the odds

Only to have all that lovely hope

stolen,

Snatched away

By me.  

Alas, they used to be such bright things,

Those eyes.

Now they simply cry for the hollowness they cover.

Do I regret it?

Perhaps

once upon a time

I would have,

But there's no going back now,

So there's no point wishing it.

Now I must become

that monster. 

just wrote this but im in a bit of a poetry dump rn so its not very good

untitled~

you were my shadow and i was your light

we couldn't exist without the other but
we tried
and the bedroom door grew splintered from all the times you slammed it

and went to sleep on the couch
because the scratchy fabric was better company than my
broken heart

i knew this was coming but i didn’t say anything because

it was better to pretend than
face reality

and growing up was hard, my gosh-
you were the only reason i got through it
although i told myself i didn't need your help
you were just a childhood dream that i thought could last forever

turns out that even stars can die 

I like the last part the best
*shrugs* the rest is okay i guess

im thinking maybe starfall for the title? i dunno. 

What if I had said those

Things I once thought? 

What if I could write down

Each and every shimmer

That splashes through the vortex

That is my break-neck-speed brain?

What if I wasn't afraid

to speak my mind?

What if I has simply expressed

Something that I deemed unnecessary?

What if I could relive moments

And say what I never had the chance to? 

What if once upon a time

I could've been a little girl

Who was normal and didn't 

Just stop talking one day? 

Sometimes I wonder 

What would have happened

if I really had said all those things?

But all I can do now

is steel my heart

And trudge forward

on my own. 

It's too

Late. 

Red

Red glow encapsulates all

Oppressive in its ways

Red

Red blotting out sun and moon alike

As heck's inferno rages on

Red

Red colour of suffering and screams

Of the tortured souls

not allowed to leave 

Did you really think

you could escape unscathed?

How naïve

There is

no

escape

Not in this war-stricken world

Not anymore

what should I do?

what can I do?

would you be happy

with the choice I made

without you?

for your eyes, they shine

oh, so bright,

the jingle of your voice

as you laugh, so lovely 'n light

would you allow me to keep

you under key

and lock you up in a cage

to protect you from this sandpaper world? 

no, perhaps not but

would it

still keep you safe? would you

never get worn away and forever stay new?

unblemished, unweary,

unwanted

by the world, not that

you aren't needed, but so that you might live

free? 

My favourite colour is light gray,

Not grey, that's too prickly a colour

But light gray, soft like the clouds it is woven of;

Light gray, the sound of a soft B4 crumbling against paper,

Drawn out in a gentle stroke, suddenly springing into being;

Not at all pretending to be something it's not,

Just a fusion, like all things, of its surroundings.

It's all around us, yet hardly anyone sees it;

Not self-righteous like a blinding white

Although everyone at a glance thinks it is

Not all-consuming like the gaping dark

That it must be after a quick side-by-side with the white

What is it? That intriguing colour,

is even a 'colour' or just a shade?

That, I know not; but to me, it's just my favourite 'colour.'

A sad-ish poem to commemorate the new year! I'm not sure if I like the way this one flows, and bear in mind that my old friends aren't really gone, since I could technically get back in touch with them, but I doubt we'll ever be close again. Also, the 'forever gone' concept is more dramatic...

The words in italics are from the song Auld Lang Syne, btw.

memories & their bittersweet light / auld lang syne

Should auld aquaintance

be forgot

and never

brought to mind?

Should they? I ask myself,

as my head sleepily swims with 

memories

of simple times,

so sweet and yet

sometimes not so simple at all.

I remember them,

for auld lang syne,

you could say.

I miss those times, yes,

but do I want them back?

Is it worth it to dwell 

on the bitterweet memories

that immerse you 

in the golden light light of yore

when carefree smiles lit everything up

so the future seemed so

joyous

unworried

the same?

I'm not sure. 

And, jolted back

to now

now that so much is gone

& nothing's the same. 

I think of all of them, my old friends- 

for better, for worse,

they are gone to me,

just a memory

in auld lang syne. 

shooting stars 

when a silver guilded

piece of the sky falls

from its thousands of platinum brothers and sisters

in the blinding yet battered colors of midnight,

what do you wish for?

for it to mend your tearstained soul?

or heal your hands that you cut on 

your shattered heart?

were those jagged shards ever 

a heart, 

warm and searching for beauty?

you can't remember.

the irony of it all,

begging a broken thing

rejected from the cool twilight embrace

of its old home in the heavens,

a falling star, 

to bind your broken wings

and give you flight

when it cannot even keep itself

afloat in the bruised atmosphere.

it cannot hear your prayers.

even if it did, 

its glassy, tired eyes

could only watch 

as your hope 

crumbled to dust. 

~~

Not sure how I like this one. The beginning's a little rough. Suggestions welcome :)