Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:15:41 AM
No.82437208
twinkling stars,
in binary, locked,
loving embrace.
shine on forever,
do not fade away.
in the night sky,
canis major,
to you i gaze.
solemnly.
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:20:40 AM
No.82437237
>>82437280
I wish I could see the stars more, they're so pretty... But all the light pollution makes it impossible...
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:22:58 AM
No.82437253
>>82437280
Where is this poem from if you do not mind me asking. Would this be an original work by chance?
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:27:28 AM
No.82437280
>>82437305
>>82437253
this is my slop. i write it myself!
>>82437237
i wanna go far out from the city and see the lights some day too mya...
>>82437219
its a cool constellation...
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:33:19 AM
No.82437305
>>82437350
>>82437280
You'd think all the pictures online were edited to exaggerate how pretty the stars can be, but no!! I went to one of the great lakes camping once, and looking out into the night sky... it really looked like that! I highly recommend. One time there was a pretty big power outage around my area as well, and even then it was suddenly so much prettier! The world has a lot to see!
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:41:49 AM
No.82437350
>>82437384
>>82437305
i hope i can still see this someday. the night sky, twinkling like that. you can't really see much in the cities i've ever lived in...
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:44:07 AM
No.82437364
a song, to keep me warm.
on the canvas, some words.
the epitaph of my own soul.
adorned with pretty sounds,
thus my show must go on.
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 11:51:00 AM
No.82437384
>>82437350
Surely you can take a trip some day! A couple hours drive. Can you take yourself or would someone have to take you?
Anonymous
9/8/2025, 12:05:45 PM
No.82437432
Tempered horizons produce a hydra of colors,
Glimmering silver twinkles on yonder sheet.
All named, all doctored and all apparently special.
Yet here, where I have been,
For many a year.
Upon rough cheeks,
Dwells a coffin of tears,
Left slaughtered in streaks.
Formed over long weeks.
No, I am afraid.
I am not special.
I do not glimmer.
I do not shine.
My patterns unnatural.
My curves unrefined.
No wail to empty,
No well to fill.
Oh god, oh mercy,
The stars have seeped.
Oh god, I am sorry,
The stream flows swiftly.
Though eras past and my thoughts grow dimmer,
I ponder long, miraculous thoughts.
The concoctions of mind is proof by the seams.
The ecstasy to imagine, the right to have dreams.
To deceive, to lie.
To believe, to retry.
If such an illusion is only in name.
Then let me endure,
As I already have.
I am ready, throughout my core.
And to my ego,
Of that, I am sure.
