Starr By Starr, 5th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Our daily lives move at a pace, we walk and walk. We do not see ourselves falling apart, we move. We don't stop, yet we burn in the fire of this world.


Falling apart with the world all around
Pieces of glass shattered on to the face
Cringing nails running across the blackboard
Fall, an cry yelling that we all turn to solid
Made from a single cell to a mash full of dust

Hold the candle up high
Let the light flicker in her little pure eyes
The dark veil drops low in the marshy walks
Her tears are dropping their holding their eyes screaming
Wake up, the flesh is burning

Ashes just ashes we all turn down
Falling tears not able to turn off
The burn flames consuming her flesh
The rain starts dropping
Each drop hit her flesh as millions of razor cuts
She passes out on a cold cement

People walking around her
They look down and see an ashy outline
Of a beautiful graceful life
The soul’s lights have been turned off
The window directed to her room is locked
No key in site metal bars all around

The flower petals fall and the end is near
The flood of water washes her ashes
Carries each particle into the ground
The streams flow down and connect
To a raging waterfall into the sea
She floats and is consumed by the endless drowning sea.


Heart, Lost, Strength, Weaknesses, World

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Life in beauty is a life worth looking into and pondering through the realms left untainted.

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author avatar Shamarie
6th Dec 2014 (#)

I love the tone and emotion of this piece. Thanks for sharing, Starr!

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
6th Dec 2014 (#)

Did you murder her???
You need medical intervention as you have planned suicide/murder with great description.

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author avatar Starr
6th Dec 2014 (#)

Dear Lady,
I am sorry you don't understand illusions and metaphors. The poem is ab out being burned out from the stress of life. Not about killing. I would go into detail about each line but I don't think you would appreciate it. Just look more deep nothing in life is based on the surface. I introduce the poem about the present than go to when life was simple and the innocent light(work passion) seemed excited. Than I describe being consumed by so much all around. Work and stress= fire. It's a poem with passion and emotion not. OMG life is hard, what can do, Where can I look, I'm stressed. Thanks for reading and your continual support and comments.

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author avatar Starr
6th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you for reading Shamarie :).

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author avatar Utah Jay
9th Dec 2014 (#)

Don't worry about lady, she is not the judge, we don't have judges, I loved it and I'm not the judge either, but I know good poetry when I read it.

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author avatar Starr
9th Dec 2014 (#)

Thanks Jay, didn't mean to go off on her like that. But her words were so careless and misguided.

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author avatar micheal
11th Dec 2014 (#)

she is often like that, nice piece Starr.

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author avatar Starr
12th Dec 2014 (#)

Thanks Micheal :)

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