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Winter Galaxy

United States

Half of being a good writer is grammar, and the other half is a healthy mix of patience and insanity. Welcome to my collection of thoughts, the product of sitting in a cozy blanket typing while rain pours outside. Not really, but I wish it was.

Message to Readers

Published on a whim because I was too tired to tailor it to perfection. So it's probably far from ideal. But before I take a stab at it again, if you see any major flaws in it, leave a review :)

Something of the Dark

January 26, 2016


I see liquid night
as it drips into my eyes
Crystal starlight
hanging still among the skies

I see the galaxy
tangling itself in my hair
The air of unreality
Through my hands, the stillness stares

The strangest things, they come and go
We are people of the dark
I see what you'll never know
but these things will leave their mark

What can be beautiful can be deadly
and protected all the same
Because beauty comes in different forms
and unlit worlds are never tame

I am something of the dark
my people have all left
Their fear has scattered,
passions shattered
How's our world known for theft?

And they thus began
to drift away
Lost, they ran
Built lives around the day

How's it that my words are no longer strong
And whats left are only
seeds to feed the birds
but no birds to sing their birdsong

See, where you belong is when you dream
Concousness is only set in stone
Van goph didn't paint his starry sky
so the stars could shine alone

My poems are getting a smidge repetative.


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