poetry critical

online poetry workshop



Where the stars come from
sparrow

Starring holes into the ceiling,
 1
trying my hardest not
 2
to burry myself in self-pity
 3
(since I've heard it does nothing but break you)
 4
I dig deep into the treasure chest of things,
 5
tattooed onto my brain,
 6
which have somehow managed to slip down
 7
into my heart.
 8
 
 
One of them always catches my eye and
 9
gives me the strength to smile, the strength
 10
to lift up every hurtful
 11
particle of thought that lay upon me,
 12
turning them to a whirlwind of grey
 13
thought-particles,
 14
super ceding the power of gravity,
 15
they float above the sky
 16
and brighten the blackness at night.
 17

21 Oct 06

Rated 9 (9) by 1 users.
Active (1):
Inactive (0): 9

(define the words in this poem)
(38 more poems by this author)

(1 user considers this poem a favorite)



Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha

Comments:

Nice imagery and powerfully written.
I love it.
 — Porcelain_Lo

Thanks for the comment Porcelain_Lo!
 — sparrow

Newest (expand)
  • Lunar Dews
  • Salvation???
  • //bartender at suzie-Q's on thursday mornings//
  • BLUE OR BORED
  • she drives by my house every couple of weeks
  • Lost at Sea
  • pizza en retard pour nuit
  • A Run-[On] How I Hate Where They Located Me
  • Birthday
  • god will forget about the weather
  • CDXX
  • step-aside
  • flamingos that danced
  • Organic decibels
  • prohibited disorder kids
Recently Commented (expand)
Recent Best (expand)
0.561s