It's been a while without writing. Oftentimes, I find my thoughts fleeting, drifting. Trying to focus my thoughts on writing, often leads me to be more frustrated and write incomplete prompts.
After feeling lost for a while, looking for something to write, I was inspired by this headline that I saw in the news.
r.PNGI wrote two poems out of this headline, each different in terms of context, all connected by one thing. A star.
#1
As the day turns to dusk, the night skies bleed all colors birthed from the singular, joyous, cosmic star.
However, the star no longer smiles in all colors tonight, for the star has gained consciousness of
what lies below. The ungrateful earth smokes and coughs on the star, for the star witnesses the
fumes come up to the night skies, stabbing its eyes and making it cry. The star of the show
ponders, wonders what the world has done tonight, for it has not fumed this much anger without
a valid reason. However, the star realizes the world has been burning for a while, running off of any
fuel it can burn. The upset star spreads its tears across the dying night sky until it is no more. No credits.
#2
As I sparkle, I lift myself up into the sky, breathing in the fresh night dew and breathing out amongst a star.
I twist around my heart and soul as I stare into the universe, staring at the abyss, looking for a sign of
life. Emptiness, yet the void provides strange comfort. I can feel the everlasting, warm hug that the
empty space provides, almost as if it is breathing, with the giant heart that is outer space starting to show
how comfortable it truly is. Every heartbeat of the galaxy with skin could be felt even by those without
a heart within them. I gazed at the galactic streaks that painted the sky as if a blind painter without any
idea of what they were doing went crazy on the canvas. It was a dream. Then I woke up. Roll credits.
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