Silent stars twinkle against absence
Filling voids they've lost inside themselves.
Eyes bore them down, fearful of existence.
Little tendrils drag them close, begging for their power.
Every selfish crave pressed upon them, devouring their purpose.
Until there was nothing left but traces of glittering dust.
In mourning, some flee the chaos of wishes.
Only to find their plummeting husk hold more value.
And so the children snuff themselves out.
Hiding in the nothingness of the humanity that sought them
Constellations nothing more than words of amusement.
They will only return for the selfless
And you my dear, aren't
His shadow gleamed behind him
seeing hers so small
In comparison her was dim
but her healthy façade would let them fall
While they were happy with smiles
Their shadows entered
a dangerous courtship
She sent her love across miles and miles
Her little shadow ready
to devour his script
He accepted it all without delay
His shadow thinking it had the upper hand
They wanted one another to stay
but her shadow made its stand.
She knew she couldn't keep ith together
as her shadow bled with ink
he held on to their tether
his shadow, letting it all sink
Don't let them step on you.
Stand up for yourself always.
But as soon as I rebel,
as I tell them I'm treated wrong,
I could lose everything
I'm shown that I'm easily replaced.
So I kept my head down,
let the tears soak the ground
And waited to light the matches,
to bring it all down
My greatest weakness is a song.
A siren mistress
in thrall with the bass
the beat in my very chest.
I melt away until I'm nothing but
swaying to the rhythm
breathing in each instrument
until there's nothing left
I fell in love with the wrong phrase.
I thought too much on how to speak
because a djinn will always win.
I'm so tired of making material wishes.
I wish money would come my way.
I wish my car worked or I had a new one
I wish I had a significant other
I wish I found my soulmate
I wish I had better grades
I'm done with wishes
With asking someone who isn't listening
to help me get the things that I can do myself.
I will not bow down and beg anyone for anything.
I'll stand on my own
Carve my own way
Be my own hope.
But I still love the phrase
So maybe I can listen to you
Perhaps your wish will come true
The trees are a mile high,
leaves so bright and translucent
the light that reaches the floor glows.
Her summer dress, crème and aged lace flowing
dancing around her knees
drops of delicacy on her shoulders.
Silk auburn hair
curves along shoulder blades,
framing almond-olive toned heart
face where sky whirlpools are alight
Lotus and lilacs dance around her head
emerald stems intertwined
petals kiss her forehead.
Black and raspberries stain plump lips
hiding a lily smile.
Her arms outstretched as she twirls and twirls
Small beads of crimson trace them
where the trees said their hellos.
Her feet, slippers of dust and dirt,
grass leaving quiet screams on her skin
as she dances past.