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My father told me something that will forever stay with me,
He told me about the stars.
Each time he told me about the stars,
The story would be different.
One time,
The stars would be gigantic flashlights,
Somewhere far away,
Giving light to the people who are lost.
Another time,
The stars would be angels.
There to protect and guard,
Their loved ones.
The next time,
The stars would be balls of gas,
Burning thousands of light years away.
I laughed at this one.
The last time,
My father told me,
"The stars are me,
So I can watch over you no matter where you go,
Where I am.
Remember, I love you."
That was the last story I got of the stars.
My father died on his death bed,
And every night I look up,
And with a smile say,
"Hey, Dad.
How's it like up there?
Hanging with the stars?"
He told me about the stars.
Each time he told me about the stars,
The story would be different.
One time,
The stars would be gigantic flashlights,
Somewhere far away,
Giving light to the people who are lost.
Another time,
The stars would be angels.
There to protect and guard,
Their loved ones.
The next time,
The stars would be balls of gas,
Burning thousands of light years away.
I laughed at this one.
The last time,
My father told me,
"The stars are me,
So I can watch over you no matter where you go,
Where I am.
Remember, I love you."
That was the last story I got of the stars.
My father died on his death bed,
And every night I look up,
And with a smile say,
"Hey, Dad.
How's it like up there?
Hanging with the stars?"
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The Library and the Stars
It was the oldest building in town. The amount of people usually would contradict the lack of noise. It was silent as a mausoleum, yet not as morbid. There were novels, comics and dictionaries filling rows of elderly wooden shelves. Today seemed to be especially marked by a dreaded presence, however. The townspeople would rarely leave their homes. Not because of the uncommon rain of summer on that day. But because there had always been a feeling of unmoved tension that lurked in the North.
The boy was able to calm down by running through the collected pools of water residing in the dirt. He was running away. Going towards nowhere. He had ent
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catch the stars to remember her wishes
i.
she rememberes the little things first.
her favorite color is purple
she likes blueberry pancakes,
and leaves pennies face-up on random street corners.
even with these pieces, it feels like
a huge chunk has been torn away that she could never retrieve
ii.
there are scars on her person
she does not remember getting.
her body is a map of memories
she does not know how to read.
iii.
they say she used to be calm and collected,
but now she is hot and fiery,
and they don't know her anymore.
but that's okay, because she doesn't know herself.
iv.
she misses the sun,
and the bad school coffee and English projects
and her own b
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Amaranthine
The ache of youth
And seasoned untruth
Like corsairs flee
To the surging sea
Every last treasure
And mundane pleasure
Like rivers will be
One with the sea
But wisdom at hand
Like grains of sand
Will return to me
Braving the sea
For all a man learns
And in toil he earns
He plants in a tree
That endures the sea.
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This completes the theme 'Stars'.
Obviously my father is still alive. I just picked him because he is so much more closer to me then my mom. Plus, this has a great impact on me. did you know I thought of this within at least 20 mins? By far the greatest poem I have written. At least that's what I think.
Obviously my father is still alive. I just picked him because he is so much more closer to me then my mom. Plus, this has a great impact on me. did you know I thought of this within at least 20 mins? By far the greatest poem I have written. At least that's what I think.
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This is a wonderful piece! It's just got a sort of delightful fragility to it.
The speaker's voice is so youthful that I can almost hear a little kid's voice, y'know?
I think perhaps my favorite part is where the speaker finds the "stars are balls of burning gas" amusing. It's sort of fascinating, to see this simple perspective accept the scientific answer with a laugh along with the others. I love it.
The speaker's voice is so youthful that I can almost hear a little kid's voice, y'know?
I think perhaps my favorite part is where the speaker finds the "stars are balls of burning gas" amusing. It's sort of fascinating, to see this simple perspective accept the scientific answer with a laugh along with the others. I love it.