starsandmoonsanddust

[starsandmoonsanddust]

One life but a myriad choices. A million imperfect mes.

The me who studied sciences or the me who pursued her passions.

The me who moved abroad like I always dreamt or the me who stayed.

The me who's me and the me who's a little less me. Or perhaps a little more me.

I love them all. But God, do I hate them.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A slice of Bread

I cut a slice of bread.

I ask you if you want more. You nod.

I cut one more slice. I ask my neighbour if they'd like any. They say yes.

I cut some more bread. I ask my mother if it's enough. She shakes her head and murmurs never.

I keep slicing the bread. One slice, two slices, three slices. They become seven, then seventy-seven.

The loaf has finished. The table is empty but so are their stomachs.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A maze-like universe

With stars instead of thorns.

Am I the thorn? It hurts regardless.

The towers of green on either side of us are caving in, have you ever felt as free?

I hug you, you whisper sweet nothings.

The sun keeps burning.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

Monstrous. What a word to use for yourself, whose laughter warms up the room, whose eyes sparkle like sunshine. Monstrous. You? You who I share the fondest memories with, who will forever own a small part of my heart. Monstrous. What a word to assign to a lovable and loving human.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

I would suffocate without air but I would cease to exist without love.

Give me the tears, the heartbreak, the horribly stifled sobs at 1 am, that means I experienced love in its purest form, a gruesome yet endearing crimson.

I don't care for perfection, humanity is messiness.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

One day

One day I'll write a poem, it'll sound sound beautiful with carefully crafted allegories and melodic rhymes. It'll be meaningful yet pleasing to those who don't care to study it too closely. It'll describe ethereal sceneries and awe-inspiring contrasts.

One day I'll say I love you to a partner instead of a daydream, I'll have a fulfilling career and enough money to buy a seaside cottage and to travel the globe. I'll have a ginger cat, and a cute dog, and a black raven that likes to visit my flowers.

One day.

Today I fought with my flatmates, got a job rejection, have a lingering cold, and I'm missing home. Today I'm writing my thoughts in a hurry, the cheap blue inc spilling my thoughts unevenly on the page. I choose to be content. What's the point of tomorrow if there's no today?

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

I'm cold.

The misty clouds are unrelenting, their freezing tears frequent.

I'm cold.

Might have a fever, my joints are screaming in a surprising amount of pain,

I'm cold.

But my insides are warm, my dreams carefully preserved in a greenhouse in my brain, my heart yearning for the warmth of the holidays, for family and friends.

I'm warm.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

Home

Where they hugged you as a child,

where you cried for the first time,

home.

Where you first established roots,

where you first wished to run away,

home.

Where you run away to,

where they speak a foreign tongue,

home.

Where you're loved and where you love,

home.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A flame forms ashes,

a shipwreck rotten wood,

and me and you only ever gave each other a noose,

I despise you from the bottom of my heart,

I love you from the pit of my anger.

You burn, I freeze, and so the cycle continues.

You once said I'm your nemesis as well as your whole soul,

I said I knew what you meant but now?

I wish I never knew you at all.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

Take the darkness away from me- it doesn't define me.

It drowns me, it suffocates me, it hates me, it doesn't love me.

I'm not it and it doesn't become me.

It's a parasitic entity, yearning for dreams and stories, yet crushing hopes.

I'm not letting it win. It's personal now.

You can't have it, you can't have my dream. You can't have my joy, my life, you can't have me.

Let go of me. LET GO.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A modern Iphigenia

Two girls, like two strings of a frayed yarn,

like a solid sea-side rock broken into tiny fragments by the force of the relentless waves. A childhood friendship, like a weathered old road split into two incompatible paths.

Their bond became the altar into which their love was sacrificed. Were they both Iphigenia, were they both completely unaware? Or were they Agamemnon, pushing for the murder despite their own loss? Perhaps they were both Artemis, trying their hardest to save a human life- themselves- by sacrificing something smaller- their love?

Regardless, the blood run like rivers and the wind howled like mad, and the girls sailed away from the cursed place of death and destruction.

Apart, yet as one, they survived.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

The moon, the stars, the sky, and me

Living in a lonely dream,

Dancing, singing, here and now

Screaming through whispers on the morrow,

It's not as pretty as I thought

Not a life I'd like to borrow,

I just thought you'd understand,

And build your own footpath to follow.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A flame inside me burning with anger and fear, a flickering and cracking spark of hope,

The blood racing in my heart, drumming in its own beat but keeping me going,

The ivy beside my windowsill, dry and crisp now due to the sun and a forgotten long holiday, adding a touch of green to my frantic space,

A fan blowing air and cooling me down, bringing me back from the brink of a panic attack, reminding me of the magnificent outdoors.

Nature moves us, keeps us fighting as we're drowning during our darkest nights. I put all my faith in the dawn.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

A milky cuppa:

I dreamed and tested something new,

I travelled and kept up the habit,

A local friend approved of my skills,

Even a racist hater admitted I brewed a good one,

And now, after everything, for the first time, it made me sick. Betrayed. Not knowing how to stop pouring the milk nor how to make it ever taste as good again.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

An Ode to Blue:

All I am is blue,

Like the waves in the hometown that never felt like home,

Like the melancholy the poets yearn and rave about,

Like the flag in the land I happened to be born in by pure chance,

Like artificially dyed roses in a long forgotten airport,

Like the ink staining my fingers as I'm clumsily writing this,

Like the sky on sunny days, hot and humid or cold and crisp,

Like my childhood friend when she was first heartbroken,

Like a fire being extinguished into a sharp nothingness.

Tomorrow, when you're drinking your tea in your chipped blue mug, I hope it brings you some comfort.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

As hot as ice, as light as coal,

You'll haunt my past forevermore.

As dark as the sun, as shallow as the sea,

I journey away from you and me.

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[starsandmoonsanddust]

Dreaming of Reality

Isn't it weird, you said, how in dreams you embrace each bizzare experience as reality but in reality dreams are considered separate?

No, I said flipping through the pages of the still unread book I bought last summer, my eyes scanning the words without reading them, without becoming one with them.

No, because in reality we chase dreams. I chase your laughter, my friends' fond looks, my mother's pride.

I chase existence to its highest level.

You chase spring, scholarships, and waterfalls.

I chase meadows, bookstores, and yellow tulips.

Dreams chase us while we chase each other.

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