Where are the Stars?
Shine for me, Darling, out of the night.
Why are you afraid
To tell me?
I crave the cold tears
That used to amble down my cheeks
But all the same, I was laughing.
The silence is deafening.
Is that why you can't hear me any more?
We used to pour out our hearts,
And throw all our cares into the darkness,
Everything was real
We ran through the rain together, together
The raindrops are lonely now.
Where are the moments worth remembering?
Everyone is hiding from reality,
All the truthful thoughts are stained.
We danced through the crowd day and night,
What happened to the dancing?
Where are the Stars?
Shine for me, Darling, out of the night.
Why are you afraid
To tell me?
A contest entry
- Ages 13 & Under ONLY ~ Prewrite Heaven by Amunet Wolfbane.
525 points, ended August 24, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a really interesting piece. i thought that even though it seemed like parts of this were a little confusing at times, the use of questions and ideas seemed to blend with the confusion to keep the flow. i really liked the line "all the truthful thoughts are stained" and it seemed to really fit well. nice write
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Congrats on the shiny green piece of scrap-metal, m'dear. You're climbing up in the world.
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Absolutely wonderful
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I think the stars are blocked out by some great greyness of city lights, or perhaps we called it maturity, progress -- really it was just an excuse to go out at night and pretend to lose our innocence. I say pretend because it's only like a fog, waiting to disappear in a bout of frolicking foolishness -- just you wait and see.
And if you are looking for stars - look harder. You see, they live in you. And this poem is proof of that -- these words are feeling, these words are sound, these words are worth remembering -- these words are real.
Perhaps it is you haven't waited long enough. Remember, the universe is the most gigantic thing there is. And it takes a while for the light of stars to reach us. Most likely the stars are shining, dear one --
From this day onwards, let us do things more spontaneously -- let us be our own supernovas. Together, together. Remember that we cannot hope that poetry - or cards, or music, or stories, or art, or emotion of any kind - will give us all the answers. Only hope that it will keep on asking the right questions.
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