Who am I? I thought

Yesterday feels missed, dream-like

Today I can catch up 

No stress in summer

Is that why I am so stressed?

Haikus end quickly 

Lost in the world,

Tossing, falling,

Through glass, cement,

Vast cityscape calling;

Not to you,

nor me,

For we're lost to this

Wretched world's warped history;

Long ago, yet just but for a while,

Fighting for this lost cause until

Our hearts wear out, legs and wings

Failing, flailing, as we tumble downhill;

This is the life we lived for so long,

This ungrateful world's unwitting martyr,

All the same, forgotten, cast aside, ripped

And shredded by hate and "fate" and little more,

Now too bloodied and broken;

And as for revenge or justice, 

far too tired.

A top to this thread!

I've kind of hit a block with poetry, but I did have a really good one for the poetry contest a while back.

Galactical pt. 2- space (orion)

what is the void that all of the

silenced voices call home? the width of a finger, infinite

depth between. when i look up each

night, i see a face darkened by the

shadows our sins have cast, starry eyes and

velvety hair of stardust.

what does space look like to

our eyes, ink on a 

white page? and what is the night to every

passing soul, greeting the 

stars where they stand?

every innocent hand pens a fluttering eyelash closed as they

depict our darkened heavens.

what do we mean to the hunter shining above us, ethereally

built, tenfolding upon his grace; or

are we nothing at all?

but the sky bears our

wishes even as they die away, the 

planets ensnare our vision as they steal our eyes away, the

moon sends us racing for the glory unattained, and the

sun rises in the east and still yet begins our day.

for our lives are woven by the sky, and

to the sky- one day- we shall return.

I did part one of this for an English assignment:

Top

maybe I can just be for a minute

maybe I can watch the world go by

turn down the volume and tell the time by the honey-laden rays of sun

maybe I can let the world live in me

let my breath become an ocean

let my heart be the beat of the song whose chorus swells and swells

stop spinning and stop shaking and just be

enjoy the silence until I can see the world from outside of myself again

quiet the whispers from inside and out

stop the constant motion and let myself exhale, maybe

I can be

just for a moment 

just for another. 

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I haven't written in ages