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"i am out with lanterns, looking for myself" - ED
seventeen year old poet

Message to Readers

the title is a work in progress, i don't think i like it (at all...)
if you have any suggestions/general feedback i would really appreciate it!

flower freckled fate vs star speckled heights

March 5, 2021


decaying plane propellers 
why do we call them wings?

when birds bicker
why do we say that they sing?

is such the nature of humanity
that our ego floods the earth?
does it sting like a green nettle sea,
or does it have the crystal waters of rebirth?

this thought is absurd, i know-
but would it be better if we left the earth alone?

we could stamp and cry,
bury the emeralds and engagement ring

we could fly deep into the sky-
or are we attached to her with translucent strings?

that flower freckled word fate
will it perhaps untangle
and aid our escape?

or will it frolick to the engine room
and cause our tin machine to break?

or maybe, just maybe,
our wings have already torn
our songs are in the past
battered and unborn

or maybe, just maybe,
we are falling through the sky
we were too late

it didn’t help to bury our pain inside-
it gleams green and gold;
we glazed over it.

we aimed for star speckled heights,
feathers and melodies from deaths ago
but fate would not split.


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  • Lata.B

    Re- Yes!! Ofc! Yeah, it's hard to find Nepali friends my age.

    7 months ago
  • HeyThereRose

    love this so muchhh im glad other people do too!!!

    7 months ago
  • Luiza L

    Wow! I love this piece! The rhythmic pace, beautiful descriptions, and such an interesting and unique theme! Congratulations!

    7 months ago
  • Lata.B

    Oh, this is so beautiful! The questions you embedded into this are just perfect and this flows so well!
    Also, I saw your bio, You're from Nepal? That's so cool!! I am too <3

    7 months ago