#write poems

I close my eyes at night

And think of the world and its people in a different light

Because if you rack your brains hard enough

We’re all just stars dotted onto a canvas called the sky

Some twinkling like tourmaline

And others blended into the abyss

Some in the west

And some in the east

Some in the north

Some in the south

And some in the in-betweens of it all

Then I look at myself

Questioning where I stand in this canvas filled with stars

The answer comes to me in the form of not a sparkle or a darkle

But a tiny glimmer of light

For I am a star that simply wanders from corner to corner

Offering my light to the other stars that I come across

I was never the brightest

Yet as my shadow darkens with the light that I lose

With it I have gained more than I ever could

For even as I fade into the backdrop of a scene

that moves wildly

against the wind,

shaking the dark waters.

I am the flowers in spring

that bloom

at the sunlight,

releasing

all its colors and scents.

I am the words written in a book

that tells

many things,

but it hides many secrets

between the lines.

I am many things

constantly evolving.

Poem (C): Me

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More poetry because I feel sad

Tw: mentions of death

I’m sorry I’m not good enough I’m sorry don’t live up to your expectations I’m sorry that I’m who I am I’m sorry for all my flaws and scars

I’m sorry you think I’m not enough I’m sorry you’ve given up on me I swear I’ll try harder Even if it’s the death of me

I’m sorry that I’m broken That you need to see all my flaws I’m sorry that at times I’m too quiet And at times I’m too outspoken

She hugged me from behind

She's gorgeous enough to blind.

I step carefully around

Making not a sound.

She looks me in the eye

While I stumble and say goodbye.

I try not to let her see

You are like the sunflower

In the middle of an iceberg.

You are cold and warm,

At the same time.

But your heat was lost

Somewhere, with people

Who told you

That love is not important

And that you need to be clever

Obedient, patient and smart

But they forgot

That flowers wilt in the silence and cold

And you wilted...

Somewhere in the snow.

Alice Alexandrova