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indeliblestars · 6 months

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i’ve never been good at words.

and you know that better than

anyone. giggling as i talk while

i feign annoyance and roll my eyes

and swing our hands together

on our familiar walks home.

(truthfully, the twinkle of your

laugh is the my favorite sound).

but, no. i’ve never been good

at words. not like you. not like

the way you command the

world around us with even

the smallest of sentences.

and everyone’s watching you,

no one’s turning away.

(and truthfully, i’ve never

been an a exception).

i’m not good at words, but

i’d like to think that i know

a good bit about love instead.

i see her everywhere around

us, i see her in everything

you say and do.

(and truthfully, you’re the

one who taught that).

love seems to trickle through

all the cracks, just like the

dandelions blooming uncontrollably

in the spaces between the

sidewalks. and i couldn’t stop

it, not even if i really wanted to.

(and truthfully, i never

would want to stop it).

i see love in the way i see

dahlias, and my first thought

is of you. i feel love in the way

i feel your impossibly cold fingers

intertwined with my own warm

ones, and hold them even tighter.

i speak of love when i speak of

you, when i speak to you. i sense

her in everything i do.

(and truthfully, love can even

make the words come easier).

sometimes love cradles me in her

hands and murmurs that you’ve

changed. and i can’t help but to

think fondly yeah, i really have.

(and truthfully, love really

just looks a lot like you).

#to be loved is to be changed #to be loved is to be known #an ode to the burning stars #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #writeblr #writing #books #aimsey

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indeliblestars · 10 months

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at one time, i thought hope to be something like gold and honey. i had wished to never let it go. back when laughter and melodies floated throughout the air. when the sun was warm on our faces and the birds flew freely. back when the world was at our fingertips, and was something beautiful for us to discover.

a million little unfinished forevers have passed us now, however. i've come to learn that hope isn't something like honey. it's bloody and violent, and i am grasping at it with crimson stained fingers.

#there is something so human about hope #and something so messy about survival #what is survival if not clinging to hope despite it all?#writing #writeblr #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #an ode to the burning stars

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indeliblestars · 10 months

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when the end of the world comes for us,

it’s not with fire, but with familiarity.

our town is quiet, abandoned.

the people who dream of living,

or maybe who are just afraid

of dying, have left a long while ago.

but for me, for a girl who never

had anything besides you and the

dirty old roof of our apartment complex,

there is nowhere else i’d rather be.

and i’m thinking about galaxies stained

onto skin. i’m thinking about constellations

etched onto bodies. i’m thinking about

you, really. always about you.

once, you told me this story, an

idea, a wish. about how soulmates

are really just the atoms that were

next to each other, when the universe

formed, coming back together

throughout each and every lifetime.

around us, the sky is falling,

an asteroid making its descent

into the earth, and we’re both

so terribly, terribly doomed.

and yet you ask me: do you think

we’ll find each other again? no

matter where our atoms end up next?

(you tell me: i love you.)

and i say to you: i don’t think the

entirety of the cosmos could take

me away from you, even if it tried.

(i tell you: i love you, too.)

#the reflections of a girl on the end of the world #or maybe just in the girl she loves #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writing #writeblr #spilled ink #an ode to the burning stars

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indeliblestars · 10 months

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the ocean has become my graveyard

for tonight. i am nothing more than a

dying thing that the tidal waves have

chosen to caress, to hold, as i drift on

for an eternity to come.

they tell stories about oceans like this,

sometimes. hundreds and thousand

of miles of nothing but water, and salt.

they tell stories about sailors too.

those hopeful enough, or perhaps

just foolish, to navigate the unending

blue. stories about those lost at sea,

never to be seen again.

and now, as i sink into a watery grave

of my own designation, i feel as if i am

one of those sailors. a thing stranded

In the middle of the unknown, with

nothing but nothingness guiding my path

i still do not know which is easier:

to sit and hope for salvation,

or to drown in the saltwater.

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writing #writeblr #spilled ink #an ode to the burning stars

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indeliblestars · 10 months

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the sky is beautiful tonight.

yes, it is.

i think i could spend the entire evening just staring at the cosmos.

which do you prefer?

the moon, the stars, the aurora?

stars, without a doubt.

it’s as if they are tiny pinpricks of the universe breaking through the dark abyss:

the remnants of a story that came long before,

the proof that something did once exist.

you are mourning someone, aren’t you?

yes, i am.

i’m sorry, were you close with them?

very. you knew her quite closely as well.

it’s funny, sometimes i’ll see glimpses of her in you, and forget that she’s gone.

a twinkle in your eye—

—a happier smile.

we all miss you, you know?

the you from before.

i think i am starting to understand,

i think i miss her too.

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writeblr #writing #spilled ink #isn’t forgetting who you are still some kind of death?#does it make it any lighter for the people who mourn you?#an ode to the burning stars

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