Cosmogyral

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'cosmogyral' means to twirl around the universe, but you can just call me caleb.

i have a fanclub, i don't know how to feel about that. be careful, dmoral might fight anyone who tries to remove her from her office as self-proclaimed president.

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soldier, poet or king?

Published Work

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXXIII. i wanna go where the constellations go

-adventure.

Would you share with me your imagery?


 

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LLXXXII. stay,
you're not gonna leave me.
i still haven't learned yet,
why your words mean nothing to me.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXXI. i find myself floating through the nighttime sky,
among the vast array of stars
longing for the comfort of dawn.
             yet as i reach out to touch them
their pulse bursts as they try to reach me.
all i can do is apologize to myself,
for all of my misgivings before the dusk.
              and i fall deeper into the darkness,
but for once, i reach out to pull a star from it,
and i hold it close to my chest.
             and the night moves on.
             


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky (Eightieth poem special!)

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LXXX. tell me what it is that makes you blue,
and i will lay my hands under yours
as you cusp it like a gentle fire.
or you could let it go.
          strengthen, as your woes become your past.
because this is what you felt,
waiting as though it'd never come.
           the ultimate tell of your humanity
is simply to be human.


      - what is it? to look past a star?


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXIX. 'the stars have written your destiny',
what a common misconception.
           to be the mast to your stars,
is to let them guide you,
but do not allow them to be the wind that fills the sails
            they are not there to lead you.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXVIII. one day i will defiantly raise my chin,
and tell you to stay out of my life.
            there is no master of destiny,
but i will be the mast of my stars.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXVII. think not of your brevity,
for no attachment means the lack of earth that can restrict you.
           so chase the stars as if they weren't lightyears away,
chase the stars as if gravity never hurt you.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXVI. the greatest conquest,
to steal the stars when they become your difficulties,
what a grand ending.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXV. this is an ode to the stars;
         away, i say,
to the blackness that consumes you.
         not today, nor tomorrow, shall the stars be conquered,
for you can only fix yourself.
not that you need to fix what was never broken.


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LLXXV. I have chased the spaces between the  stars and pressed the limits of humanity to be here.
Do not call me a fool for caring,
              Call my name.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXIII. show me your face,
you who has no name.
          so that i may kiss your brow
and wish away your misery.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXII. my stars i breathe your life,
yet you do not shine for me.
          and i cannot find the words



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXXI. what do the stars look like to you?


 

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXX. you say it is plucking quicksilver from the sky.
yet they make up so much more for
         heart,
         body,
         and mind.
there is no innocence in snuffing out a star.
         however beautiful the romanticization may be.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXIX. greed is holding a star in your hand
and clutching it until it is at your mercy
          these are the fools who simply pluck stars from the sky
they will never know the weight of the star
          or the responsibility to care for them.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXVIII. i lifted my finger and traced the constellations.
          "that is cassiopeia, the queen."
          and she traced my line,
           "oh, i see it, i see it!" and she is so excited, so i lift my sleeve
          "look, she is freckled onto my arm," i smile,and she leans over and her eyes crinkle.
           i'd never known someone
who'd never known the constellations. 
           but she was so amazed, and i smiled.
           "Cassiopeia at her vanity, back turned," i pause, and drag my hand to the right,
"Forever ignoring her daughter, Andromeda, who she allowed to be chained without freedom."
           And my new friend looked, and asked how to see her, asking...

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXVII. yesterday,
i explained to a girl
my spirituality.
         she asked about
the symbols i traced into the dirt.
in the light of the campfire.
         the earth,
         the sunrise,
         the connection.
so i told her
we believe
the grass has a soul, yes, every clump.
          the trees love to dance, not by the wind.
          the air has a soul.
the land is sacred.
          and she stared at me, 
and with wide eyes
she said
          "that is beautiful."
and i smiled and faced back towards the fire.


- when i lifted a star to the sky.
 

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXVIII. i'd never known someone
who'd never known the constellations. 
            and that night stars were not stolen, but repaired.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXVI. starlight, star bright,
only a fool asks you to fix their plight.
         so i wish i may,
and i wish i might,
forget this business,
in all its' strife.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXV. there was a moment when i would have worshiped you.

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LXIV. would you rather be
a soldier, poet
or king?

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untitled.

The original draft of Poem LXII of aottsisfts collection

  When the sun asked, "What is beauty?"
I did not answer,
  But a far more distant star said,
millions of years from now,
"All that isn't"
  And I believe it meant
something beyond our fickle mortal comprehension
  After all, 
the stars speak from the past.
  Yet we worship them always.
And sometimes,
sometimes I am angry
that I'll never know
the answer.

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXIII. the universe is not a place for wandering ghosts.
         it is simply desolate.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXII. in the dead of night,
i once asked a sun;
"what is beauty?'
         when left in silence,
i took that sun from the sky
and in my anger,
          i clutched it in my hand,
and jammed my fist into my pocket.
          then i sat in the dust
as the sun branded beauty into my palm.

   - a lesson on being burnt.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LXI. you ask what i am,
you say 'wanderer' is not enough,
and 'nomad' is a delusion of what i wish to be.
       i call you a bitter fool.
but still, i humor you;
i know where the stars have been,
and i know where next they will go.
        that is all that i am.



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Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Something Slightly Bitter and Starved

 Contrary to what I should've been doing, during quarantine, I started going out more. Our small apartment was suddenly too small, my mother grew tired and stressed from lack of work, and would grow angry at my brother's lack of presence. My older brother left the house more to work, so I could never hide in his room. It was too quiet and lonely. My sister was always in bed, texting her friends. Being in the same room since birth, it became unbearable. I couldn't hide in the kitchen either, because my mom would always ask about my grades. So I fixed the bike hidden in the corner of my room.
 I collected my savings and walked to the market than a mile down the road and bought a tire tube. Then, I walked back to my apartment, carried the bike downstairs, and walked it a near three miles to my grandfathers' house. Here I replaced the back tire tube....

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Something Slightly Bitter and Starved

  Contrary to what I should've been doing, during quarantine, I started going out more. Our small apartment was suddenly too small, my mother grew tired and stressed from lack of work, and would grow angry at my brother's lack of presence. My older brother left the house more to work, and my sister was always in bed texting her friend. I could never be in my room because my sister would be in there, I could never go in my brother's room because it felt so lonely, and I could no longer hide in the kitchen because my mom would always ask about my grades. So I fixed the bike that was hidden in the corner of my room.
  I collected my savings and walked to the store less than two miles down the road and bought a tire tube for my bike, then I walked back to my apartment, carried the bike downstairs, and walked it three...

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LX. some dreams ask questions
that are better left unanswered.
      or maybe it's just that
some dreams are better left when they don't come true.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LIX. dreamboy, dreamboy,
won't you give me a kiss?
       featherlight upon my brow as you tell me to wake.
oh, how bittersweet.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LVIII. I wander the lengths of the universe,
and at my side, a basket of stars I plucked from the sky.
         I wander the lengths of humanity,
and on my waist,
a pouch of stars I stole from their sky.



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Pandemic Memoir

In reference to Mania.

 Relieved my depression, at what cost?

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LVII. an ode for those whose bones will ache,
there's been a shift in the wind.
       your hands,
young flesh covered in the secrets you called dirt.



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LVI. expect nothing
because that which is broken
shall not be salvaged.
      save yourself before you are damned to the curse of sparing yourself.



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LV. would you call me by the name of a monster?



A question in reference to a statement. I don't know that to see of it. What about you?


 

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LIV. wake,
and walk,
and sleep,
and wake,
and walk.
       that is to live.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LIII. you've no eyes nor ears,
yet you watch,
and you learn.



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Stomach it.

Novel Writing Competition, 2020

  The sky was a weird blue, the kind where it's midday and your closed eyes are blinded by the sunlight through a window. A boy lay with his head half off the mattress, noting the stark change in temperature of the skin of his upper face as the clouds moved by swiftly. But back to the sky, it was the blue only achieved by mixing with a gray that would've been mixed with daffodil yellow and smoky white(ish) purple beforehand. 
  When his eyelids lifted once more, everything Anson saw was tinted blue, it'd faded as did the throbbing of his eyes would too. He lifted his head up, suddenly overcome by vertigo and headache. Standing up led to falling back onto the mattress, waiting to regain his composure. There was nothing particularly special about that day; it was hot, too hot for November, yet the only master of Sedona remained the sun.
  Anson...

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LII. there are times
when i pity those who couldn't tame you
but you cannot be harnessed
they were fools to think they could.
       but they asked for me,
and so i plucked you from their heart,
and placed you in a bag.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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LI. you romanticize what it means to pluck the stars from the sky,
what joke do you think that is?
when it is a burden to steal the stars from the sky.
     because i carry the weight that is humanity by my side.
do you even know what humanity is?



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rxsehead

Footnotes

call them a rosehead, beautiful and unconventional, at least in mind rather than the body.
they stare at the clouds when the day is long and cold, and see all blue.
i look in wonder at the grandeur of the sunset over the citrus orchards, and the sunrise through the mist over the lake.
i live in the place where the trees mirror the sky and we are bathed in vermillion light.
it is beautiful, yet so crass when it comes speak.

manic tendencies are a constant for me, sometimes i just start to smile, my heart will start thumping, and my stomach clenches, so i clench my teeth together until my jaw is sore so i've stopped my hyperactive craze, and i become calm once more.
and i breathe in-two-three-four, and hold; two-three-four, and out; five-six-seven-eight-nine...
sometimes i rake my nails over my forearms of bite the inside of my lips.
it is harsh, but i cannot control...

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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L. this is not a romanticization of your cosmic wonder,
but fall to the majesty of the truth revealed
when you learn that which is cosmogyral.



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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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XLIX. sweet dreams, stardust.
awaken at dusk, 
just in time to see them fall from your sky.
          because they don't need you,
and you need only wish them farewell.


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XLVIII. a thief i am
one who steals the troubles
when it becomes a sign.
           my only commitment is to steal that which plagues you.


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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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XLVII. there are things that can not yet be expressed,
a fatal mistake it would've been to tell those events.
so i locked those thoughts away in a chest
and left it buried somewhere i wouldn't care to remember.
           my stars, won't you wait three moments,
for the dam to burst?


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Novel Writing Competition 2020

Stomach it.

  The sky was a weird blue, the kind where it's midday and your closed eyes are blinded by the sunlight through a window. A boy lay with his head half off the mattress, noting the stark change in temperature of the skin of his upper face as the clouds moved by swiftly. But back to the sky, it was the blue only achieved by mixing with a gray that would've been mixed with daffodil yellow and smoky white(ish) purple beforehand. 
  When his eyelids lifted once more, everything Anson saw was tinted blue, it'd faded as did the throbbing of his eyes would too. He lifted his head up, suddenly overcome by vertigo and headache. Standing up led to falling back onto the mattress, waiting to regain his composure. There was nothing particularly special about that day; it was hot, too hot for November, yet the only master of Sedona remained the sun.
  Anson looked around the bedroom,...

an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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XLVI. i do not cry for the thousands of souls
within the thousands of miles.
for not even a rainstorm can best a desert.



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XLV. i find myself drowning in a void
far too many times to be healthy,
but it is silent.
       and then there is a ringing
and i once again
wish it to be silent.



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XLIV. i am not a person who romanticizes stars
i learn from them,
and they too, learn from me.
the mechanics of one in solitude.
        i simply dwell among them,
but i do not live, for they do not take kindly to life.



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XLIII. even in the dark you will find your way out

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XLII. i've romanticized glass
as black liquid
which remains the poison of the human mind.
         some say, only despair shall be found in nothingness.
how could such a thing be?
when nothingness is the essence of possibility,
to those who remain with a purpose.

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an ode to the stars i stole from the sky

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XLI. 'twas a thief, they called me
a madman in wake of arrogance
the predecessors stole their stars
in the haste of a fit
        had i not plucked their sorrows from their minds
they too, would rot
in the abyss of their sickly and blackened souls
the disgust that is humanity.

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XL. pt. i. i'd knelt on the cliff of time;
with the false sunlight blinding me
and it was warm,
and lovely.
              then the cycle of aching came to taunt me, 
night fell and solace arose in the form of the mother and her stars,



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XXXIX. pt. ii. and i fall to the brightness of the dawn,
and the night, he comes in silence to collect my stars


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That Sort of Person

On Sage Somerild

He just wanted to be alone without the lonliness.

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XXXVIII. my calves burn
and my chest carries the weight
of a thousand swords
and there's a lump in my thorat
and it feels so wrong
to be so humane
and i'm trying
and my eyes sting
and i'm tired
and i'm running
farther
and farther
away
from something i don't need
it's pathetic,
because it can't even be seen.


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My Homemade Pumpkin Pie

So, as it turns out, I'm a stress baker. This recipe is so that you can make two pies at once for trial and error. It also includes a short lesson(ish) on self-love, or however you translate it.

To make the pie crust, you'll need
1/3 c. of flour
1/2 tsp. flour
1/4 tsp. salt
3 1/2 c. cold water
It's a pretty generic recipe, but I like to listen to lo-fi when I make the crust. I don't think I can describe the process of kneading dough without leaving something out, so I'll leave that up to you. (I'm a terrible person.)

I bring my laptop out to my counter so that I can work on homework while I'm busy. It's time-consuming. After kneading the dough, I usually let it sit in my fridge while I make the spiced puree filling thing. 

For the spiced puree, you'll need to think about the season, is it cold outside? Is it...

Fast-Piece

No TItle, No. 2

I don't like writing scenes,
there's simply too much to do,
and not enough to express.
Not being able to express
everything I need
when I don't have to,
is a nuisance.
So I don't like writing scenes.
 

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XXXVII. do you know who you are?
not a real person, 
the ending should hold
a sense of finality,
            but where are you?




What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know.

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XXXVI. there was a time when i would try
to chase the wayward clouds
           then it changed
and i would roam this world by their side
caught in their daydreams
           never once
had i felt lonely
among these lifeless nomads
           for they were ever changing
and always leaving.


What did you think when you read that? Tell me, please, even if it was a flittering feeling or the most unintelligible scene, I'd like to know.
           

I am not a Writer (Speech Writing Comp.)

I am not a writer. I write, but a writer, I am not.
 I do not seek to write epic poems and tales of the heroic, I am not a storyteller, in fact, I take pride to admit that I'm rather terrible at churning my imagination and placing it into an empty, physical existence. I don't write for others, it'd cruel to my imagination, and an unsavory type that would make me.
 There are those among this audience who will think that it's impossible for someone to write to not be a writer. It's not impossible, there are composers, playwrights, polemicists, a variety, really. But I am a poet. I write scarcely, and honorably, and above all; controversially. I don't conform to literary limits, it's quite special, but that's my opinion.
  Being a writer, it's easier to be your own downfall, like being a journalist, you write in a fast fashion, and go day to day with quick news. Information...

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XXXV. an ode to the boy who swallowed a star;
         don't.


What did you think when you read that? Tell me, please, even if it was the most unintelligible scene, I'd like to know.

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XXXIV. run your hands along your arms
when shivers threaten to overtake you.
please, do not feel disgusted by your body
it is merely a vessel for your soul
and need only your soul to be beautiful.



What did you think when you read that? The most unintelligible scene, scent, or feeling, I'd like to know.

Why I Write

because i am cosmogyral


i write for no one
but myself
and if you find solace in a sentence
...thank you.

and i believe writing solely for others
would be cruel to my status
as a person who writes
i write for this opinion that few are ever a fan of

there's a certain sadness
in being your on villain
so that others
may become their own hero
so i write

and i write
because once there was a time
where i outstretched my arms
and spun around in circles
and in my head, i yelled,
"We are cosmogyral!"
while my peers called me crazy.

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XXXIII. all i ever wanted
was acknowledgment
but i suffered in gaining it
and then i suffered in letting it go

 -it's an endless loop



What did you think when you read that? Tell me, please, even if it was the most intelligible scene, or just some incomprehensible nonsense, I'd like to know.

Speechwriting Competition 2020

I am not a Writer

I am not a writer. I write, but a writer, I am not.
 I do not seek to write epic poems and tales of the heroic, I am not a storyteller, in fact, I take pride to admit that I'm rather terrible at churning my imagination and placing it into an empty, physical existence. I don't write for others, it'd cruel to my imagination, and an unsavory type that would make me.
 There are those among this audience who will think that it's impossible for someone to write to not be a writer. It's not impossible, there are composers, playwrights, polemicists, a variety, really. But I am a poet. I write scarcely, and honorably, and above all; controversially. I don't conform to literary limits, it's quite special, but that's my opinion.
  Being a writer, it's easier to be your own downfall, like being a journalist, you write in a fast fashion, and go day to day with quick news. Information...

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XXXII. come hither lost souls,
for the sky has grown dark,
not even the moon shall come round this nigh'.
i know not our purpose the day before last or further,
i only know now,
we are to become the stars.




What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was the most unintelligible thought or image, I'd like to know.

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XXXI. an ode to those who long to escape reality, 
follow the yellow lights.
         but please, be careful with words.
i think, at the very least,
you should live your own life.
         you may be young,
but all too soon, someone will tell you how to live your life.
         look at your hands,
the ones you've crafted in your youth,
this is your story.
         you cannot escape that which is real,
so follow the yellow lights,
         because i tell you to live.


What did you see/think when you read that? Tell me, please. The slightest flash or the most unintelligible thought, I'd like to know.

It is not what you think ((muithilangao))

Prompt: A city behind the stars by Crystalline Galaxies

  A city where gods may roam, and where stars will die. This place is hidden from peering minds because it is not theirs. There are rumors of what it truly is, a graveyard, a cult, a myth. Those who rumor it to be beautiful are labeled crazy, and those who pursue its existence are cynics. Another myth would be that it is the afterlife of all that is living. It is not. 
  I've collected the rumors among the galaxy of what the city is supposed to be, and I tell them to you, because as soon as I've finished writing, I will burn, and claim my place along with dying rumors and forgotten legends. 
  The city drifts through space under the careful watch of its approaching stars, it often drifts between time and through the universe, fleeing from wandering inquiries so that it may never be caught. "Warm...

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XXX. i sought only
to relieve your sorrows
in the form of stolen stars,
but you saw me
as a thief
of dying starlight.



What did you see/think when you read that? Tell me, please. The slightest flash or the most unintelligible thought, I'd like to know.

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XXIX. infinity is but a second.
my dear, how could time possibly reign us here?
when there is only me and the void.



What did you think or see when you read that? Tell me, please, I'd like to know.

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XXVIII.
 have i trapped you, my dear?
or are you just that caught up inside your own head?



What did you see or think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligable scene, tell me, please, I'd like to know.

Fast-Piece

No Title (Foot-Notes)

   i am too young
to be thinking about what my life could have been
   yet here i am
wishing i'd switched some major life choices
without knowing their future.
   i should've gone to that high school,
where i just might've shined in there creative writing department,
but if i hadn't gone to this high school,
would i have found my childhood friend?
and would you all have my ode to the stars?
   i think,
we are all too young to be thinking about that,
so why do we?
 

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XXVII.
 I think it's time to find some gravity.


 

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XXVI. i walk, and walk,
but some say i wander.
         so i wander
places no one else would want.
         sometimes it's cold,
or maybe this place is lonely.
         because i may be its' friend,
but how can you befriend that which does not exist?


What did you think or see when you read that? Tell me, please. Whether it was the faintest scene or the most unintelligible flash, I'd like to know?

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XXV. chasing clouds
and a moving castle
 life's a bore
so grab a basket
 and we'll see the stars.



What did you think when you read that? What did you see? Tell me, please, even if it was the breifest flash and most unintelligible scene, I'd like to know.

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XXIV.
 you clutched your heart sobbing, 
tears streaming down your face
like a silver river.
         i felt nothing,
but still, i would comfort you.
         and so i walked passed you,
while the butterflies came,
with their sweet voices
and a warm presence. 
         even when you all brand me heartless
and say i am cold,
         those remarks mean nothing to me,
because at the end of the day, 
         i plucked those stars from your sky,
just so you would not notice.


What did you think when you read that? Tell me, please. Even if it was the smallest flash of a scene, nearly unintelligible, bear me your imagination. 

Speechwriting Competition 2020

I am not a Writer

I am not a writer.
 I do not seek to write epic poems and tales of the heroic, I am not a storyteller.
 I take pride to admit, I'm rather terrible at churning my imagination and placing it into an empty, physical existence. To be so cruel to my own imagination is to be crass, and an unsavory type that would make me. Let the candor of this statement reach you.
  I am a poet.
 I write scarcely, and honorably, and above all; controversially. 
  But do not mistake me for a journalist. I lay now a promise that I will not call upon my own demise in such a savage manner as such that the whole 'art' of journalism portrays. If I am ever caught writing about the lives of other people in quick news or are in fast fashion, you will know I have failed in my life, so feel free to have a go at me...

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XXIII. and they are warm,
and beautiful,
more so than any mortal existence.
        yet shivers of loneliness
creep along my spine.
        and i am cold
so, so very cold.



Did you imagine anything when reading this piece? Tell me, please, even if it was the most scarce, unintelligible image, I'd like your perception.

I am not a Writer - Draft 4

  I am not a writer.
 I do not seek to write epic poems and tales of the heroic, I am not a storyteller.
 I take pride to admit, I'm rather terrible at churning my imagination and placing it into an empty physical existence. To be so cruel to my own imagination is to be crass, and an unsavory type that would make me. 
  I am a poet.
 I write scarcely, and honorably, and above all; controversially. 
  But do not mistake me for a journalist, lay now a promise that I will not call upon my own demise in such a savage manner as such that the whole 'art' of journalism portrays.
I am not a dramatist, I could only strive to curl my being in the footpath of the likes of Oscar Wild.
 I will not be famous, I will not be known. I will be only the slightest bit notorious. Should my name ever go down...

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XXII. i roam the planes of these two worlds
with the stars at my fingertips.


What did you think when you read that? Please, tell me, even if it was the briefest, almost unintelligible scene.

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throwback to poem V.

XXI.
 anything you want,
ask of me.
because i can give you the sun.
       yet, i can't help but feel
you want me to give you the constellations as well,
but i will not,
       and so you stole the stars from me


What do you think when you read this? I'd like to hear your interpretation, these poems are for all to hear and for those who wish to connect to them.

My Pumpkin Pie Recipe

This got me the power-writer badge and yes, this will end up being something, so read if you want some poetry and over-spiced pumpkin pie. 

I used a can of Libby's pumpkin puree, follow the instructions of the evaporated milk and sugar amounts. Now add four tablespoons of extra pumpkin puree.

1/2 tbsp. Cinnamon
1/2 tbsp. Nutmeg
1 tbsp. Allspice
2 tbsp. Ginger (Ground)
3 tbsp. Ginger Paste
1/2 tsp. Clove (I use like, 3/5 tbsp.)
  I personally like to go heavy on the ginger and clove...in everything, including apple cider

Preheat over to 450 degrees, knock it down to 425 when you put the pumpkin pie in, and leave it in for 20 minutes.
    Contemplate all the late schoolwork you have, poems you've got to write, people you haven't spoken to. Go get your writing utensils, sit at your counter, and freaking vent. If you don't have a counter stool or counter, sit on the ground,...

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XX. i do not exist to change the world
      i exist to make oceans roar,
and let doubt reign in its consumption.
      i do not exist to change the world,
because that dream is too far-fetched for my calling,
      i simply yearn to cast my shadow
and steal your breath.
      i  n     w  o  n  d  e  r

  

What do you think when you read this? I'd like to hear your interpretation, these poems are for all to hear and for those who wish to connect to them.

I want to dance

DRAFT 6
 I want to dance, but I'm not a dancer, I have no rhythm, no internal beat, I was taught to be self-conscious. 
Like a baby bird who's fallen out of the nest, I'm trapped on the ground, miserable, I may never fly.
And the sky is and outreach away.
 Dancing is supposed to be freedom, but what if I'm the one preventing myself from stretching my arm?
But those lights, those bright field lights of my first show on a Friday night. A rush of exhilaration I haven't felt in so long, half-time and our team was loosing, but I couldn't care, I had danced.
 And then I failed, and I was embarrassed and exhilarated as I walked off the field to join the band. I survived my first game field performance.
I could never do that in front of a singular person, those weren't my moves, those where the choreography of a coach.
  I want to...

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XVIII. an ode to he who is dauntless -
i look forward to your downfall.
         the moment fear invades your eyes;
the second you drop your sword.
         when your knee quivers,
and you can no longer hold your sword,
         i will be there at the moment of your demise.
        
         whether i am to help you up or to pin you down;
will be on your decision alone.



What do you think when you read this? I'd like to hear your interpretation, these poems are for all to hear and for those who wish to connect to them.

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(Republish, extraline :) )

XVII. Part 2. an ode to those who's sorrows i collect;
    i heard your cries
and your tears rained down on me.
    the weight of the water of your unlove
is almost enough to drown yourself.
    so i plucked those stars from your sky.
and now all i ask of you is please,
    forget about me
So, what did you think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligible scene that flashed across your mind, I'd like to know.

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XVIII. i follow the lines of sweet disaster
and the wreckage sews itself up and combusts in my wake
over
and over again.


If the slightest scene/imagery flashed across your mind when you'd read that, even for just the slightest second, tell me, please, I'd like a different point of view with this.

Red Shoulder Bag

I'm really hooked on the Character Inventory Prompt, so I'm publishing some independent character drafts that I've been thinking of for a while. 

Name: Caitlyn
Age: 15
Town/City: Del Ray, Fl

 A Nalgene that glows in the dark, it's from the state high adventure seabase
a belt can of pepper gel
a sharp knife usually clipped to her belt or the inside of her pocket
a wallet containing: student id, bus pass, money, gift cards, movie ticket stubs from the previous owner
a book, probably satire or gallows humor like a clockwork orange
a graph lined sketchbook, her current one is from the umbrella academy
a pack of merit badges she'll forget to sew onto her sash
a pack of dehydrated fruit mixed with far too much dried ginger
a first aid kit
small bag of nuts and wrenches in case her bike gets all finicky

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XVII. Part 1. an ode to the one's who push their sorrow onto others;
       i am not a psychopath.
the stars are only what you make of them
       but when it comes down to it,
they're just balls of gas destined to self-destruct.
       and your falling stars
are the very one's i've sworn not to catch

So, what did you think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligible scene that flashed across your mind, I'd like to know.

Inventory

Wayward Emotion

Name: Sage Somerild
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Town/City: N/A, born in Rye, NH - United States

 A map of Western America's bus routes with dates and times and seat vouchers for future buses
 An English to Dutch dictionary, it's only bookmarked on page 16 of 200+, guess he's not very studious
 A camera that was long discontinued, so it's hard to find the right film
 Postcards of Death Valley
 A journal, filled with continuous and discontinued letters for his disconnected family in case he dies along the way
 Some small jars of herbs and salts that can't be found in the northern states
 A herb catalog that he's building, with some graphite pencils
 He's not a very sentimental person, so he doesn't carry around pictures, but he does have pressed flower bookmarks that a  highschool girlfriend made for him, they were dipped in perfume, though the scent and color had long since faded
 A plane ticket to the Netherlands, it's...

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 XVI. the sky bleeds crimson,
the moon - she has abandoned us.
it is clear this is no longer fun
for there are no stars to be seen.

So, what did you think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligible scen that flashed across your mind, I'd like to know.

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XV.
fly, fly, fly,
and never look down.
for if you cannot roam the clouds as you do the land
you will never be able to part the river that is the milky way.

What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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XII. i feel like i'm waiting for something that's never going to happen


What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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XII. tonight, a soul will rise to the sky
and i will be there to watch it.
      but it will not be the same
as plucking s atar from the sky.


What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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XI. a storm approaches,
rusted wind plagues us all.
     our blood is boiling
but ice encases our veins.
     i will not see the stars tonight.

What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

Unbiased Anthropology

Red Desert

     I was a figure only to be found in the rain. The places I graced were timeless, bygone to humanity.
And that life, it was gorgeous. Few places ever became my favorite, few places would ever be more than flashing scenes, the most wonderful places could be remembered wholly, and the moments would be still.

     Just inland of the humid river, off a downslope to a spring, this place contained a weather-worn bridge, and the canopy of the trees stole the sky of his dry curses. The air of this place held a certain chill that could only be brought about by a rainstorm on a summer evening. Laced throughout my little hideaway where the scent of clove and reoccurring petrichor reigned. It was so odd to think, that no matter how popular the land was, this one little place would never be remembered.

       Cornered by a swampland, but the air was so...

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X. Break my heart,
For no matter what,
Tragedy will be my Northern Star.
    Be it a person or moment,
I will continue to laugh,
I will continue to cry,
I will continue to care,
And I will continue to love.
    Because as long as I can hold my own,
Starshine will always be there.
    And only long after I have died 
Will I have learned about the loss of a star in the sky.


What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.
 

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

A Comb That Shall Never Outshine Its Sovereign (Thanks for your support!)

   The most beautiful face I'd ever gazed upon was not that of a human, but a deity. There was a warning among men about those who gazed at a god: to the beauty, he would go mad and die tragically. To the ugly side of a god, he would fall to the prospect of immortality and die selling his soul.

   The year was that six harvest seasons after the great city of Nara had arisen, I first saw him when I'd went to chase foxes from the fields. My masters haori dragged through the snow as I made my way back through the woods, and my feet and fingers had long stiffened from the cold, foregoing my waraji as I ran out of the workhouse.
   I crossed the dark woods to patrol our western fields when a hackling feeling spread through my chest and threatened to spew from my throat. I felt a presence near me, watching,...

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IX.
 The world was ending without a sunset.
     So I stopped time at the fabled dawn,
and I will pluck the sun from the sky.
     For is it not a star as well?

What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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VIII. i write tears of the stars i have stolen from the sky,
        like fruit from a tree, i savour those i have plucked
        but make no mistake,
        i do not write poems for the falling stars.

What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.
 

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VII. break my heart,
for you may be the wind
but never shall i chase your back.


What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.


 

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VI.
 my stars, i ask not forgiveness
the same to you, as you need not know my name.
     so sit in the sky, and fall with the dawn
so that i may bring twilight to you.



What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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V. if i could, i'd get you the moon
but you, too, wished to pluck a star from the sky


  What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.
 (Trying to make up for the fact that I hit this site with a one-liner this morning and just went to school like that)

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IV. I Lost a friend



 What did you think when you read this? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second.

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III.
an ode to the loved lost, this is for you
need not the sly hands of greed
nor the waning moon of guilt
 need only
the gentle sigh of comfort
in your own home
or at least your own head
 in your own hands

What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligible image that flashed across your mind for the briefest second

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II.
i dream to you
my lovely light
locked in a cage



   What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was an unintelligable image that flashed across your mind for the breifest second.