December 18th, 2014
Scared?when you go, leave the light on.
Scared? by StarlightComet
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Scared?when you go, leave the light on.
your smirk is amused-
scared of the dark?
but it’s not the darkness itself
that injects fear
when it’s pitch black
and the not-knowing
give the pretense
goose-bumps rise to the occasion,
shivers grab their passports,
travel to lands far down
the possibility of what could be
is enough to make
my heart palpitate
to speeds not known
to any cardiologist-
can’t breathe, can’t speak,
rubies dancing on silent toes-
sharp and jagged and
encrusted with the whispers
and grabbing a rope and
crying and pulling
in all directions and-
tried to grab the voices today,
but it didn’t work.
I Wanted to Be One TooHave you ever seen stars
in broad daylight before?
It's really a beautiful thing -
they're always fighting
to shine even brighter
than the sun they revolve around,
and their glittering eyes
always look toward
The moon and the sun and
those galaxies and shooting stars
are all so beautiful,
but every time I tried to fight
to become one too,
I learned that I couldn't
breathe in places
with no oxygen
Those were the glory days
when I still had time left -
I fought in sweat, tears and blood
and without any breath in my lungs
to try and catch up, but now
I have fallen down
and it's unnecessary
to get back up
There's nothing to
fight for anymore
Let me tell you a bittersweet
story using six words:
I loved those stars
I wanted to be one too
In the sun,
their eyes sparkle
even brighter than diamonds
because the dreams they carry
are worth nothing
and yet they are
AnomicI wish I took more time to notice how lonely Isaac was. Loud and witty, one would have thought that he would constantly be surrounded by hoard of laughing friends. In a way, he was… but they laughed at him more than with him.
People made fun of his reactions more than anything. Describing him as expressive just covered the surface of how he showed his feelings. When he was surprised, everyone knew he was surprised. He just had this way of saying, “What?!” that made it seem like it was the first time he’d ever heard of what he just did. His laugh was just a bit too boisterous for anyone’s taste, whether the actual one or the one where he emphasized “HaHAHa”. It was always a bit too much.
He was eccentric, to say the least. While he shared similar likes and dislikes with us, he always stood out in the wrong way. When asked, no one could really define what made him so different -- he just was. He was tall and a bit on the chubby side
A Good Story"Don't you love looking at the stars?"
"I sure do."
"What do you think when you look at them?"
"I think about what I cannot see."
"What do you mean?"
"Well when I look at the stars, all I see are bright white dots in an endless black sheet, but that tends to get boring fast. So instead I imagine how others see it. When a child who just lost his mom looks at them, he might be thinking that his mom is just watching him from above. When astronomers stargaze, they might be more interested in the actual distance and physical properties. When the astrologists look at them, they think about the shapes they represent and how their locations affect their lives. And that's just what I can recall from experience in this world. Perhaps there are extraterrestrials looking at the stars, or mythic creatures dancing and bathing in the showering light, or perhaps the black endlessness is literally the blanket of god. Too bad god keeps forgetting to mend the sheet, that's probably where the light comes