it's quiet.
when nothing happens, it's quiet.
silence is a music in itself.
while nothingness is nothing but myself.
it's empty.
a dark and dreary night, it's empty.
in the day's death, the wind whispers,
to fill in the void left by those who slumber.
it's eerie.
the only glowing nightlight, it's eerie.
not long before dawn, not long after midnight.
perhaps it won't be long before the first light.
it's a wish.
the hope for a ray of light, is a wish.
for every rising sun shall one day set.
and the passing clouds may hide the moon at its best.
it's dark.
the sight of the water's reflection, it's dark.
maybe the ripples would bring it to life
an unclear painting by the riverside.
it's bleak.
the garden full of life, it's bleak.
for every growing sapling will become a barren tree.
and every singing songbird will be hushed; but free.
it's sad.
the timing was off, it's sad.
it's too early to rise, too late to fall.
too tired to walk, too quiet to talk.
it's cold.
the empty sidewalk, it's cold.
the whole scenery, an offspring of nature and man.
a beauty only to those, who understand.
a song, only to those who listen.
a sight, only to those who look.
a feeling, only to those who feel.
a void, only to those who sleep.
it's odd.
a world full of possibilities, it's odd.
that a handful are out fetching their dreams.
and i'm awake, while the world sleeps.
it's morning.
the colors, the noise, it's morning.
the world is bustling, but not me.
i'm only awake while the world sleeps.
it's interesting.
the stories you tell, they're interesting.
what you experience in the light, i live at night
and i like it quiet, you must like it bright.
it's lovely.
you see the world as it is, it's lovely.
although i wish you'd see what it was.
it's a void when viewed from above.
but it's a world when viewed from within.
it's a place that you've never been.
you may have walked the same road, scaled the same tree
but you'll only see it, not it's beauty.
i live your world when you're asleep.
and somehow, i see it differently.
the world is temporary, though we live it daily.
and somehow, that's where lies the beauty.
~LonelyComets
6.10.18
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(wohkay i'm really really running out of ideas sowwy)
YOU ARE READING
The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
