When I lie on the grass on a warm summer night I look up at the sky - a blanket of ebony, a canvas painted black all over by a depressed artist, craving to get his point across but only succeding in wasting a canvas... And gradually tiny stars begin to shine, illuminating the blanket And they appear one after the other...slowly, then faster and faster, finally too fast for me to count so I just sink further into the grass and I lie there on this tepid night and fade away into them, and drift off into my dream journeys, flying up and grabbing on to only one star..... They look like diamond rings when waved carelessly around on the plump fingers of an old, big haired woman wearing fake animal fur, carrying a Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bag with too much strong perfume on, leaving a putrid aroma of Coco de Chanel behind her.... And these stars are just like the ones that I see often when I sit overflowing with boredom in my classes and gaze off into my own sky of illusion...when the teachers’ voices drone on endlessly and I imagine these stars falling down on me, and I’m surrounded in this surreal world.. And these stars are just like the ones I see often when I sit in my room surrounded by lit candles and incense, creating a misty world around me, and I turn my music on as loud as it’ll go, and sink into this jungle of dreams, and I stare at my ceiling and imaginary stars pop up all over it, these stars are just like those, but I don’t even know if they exist in my imagination, or if its just delirium playing tricks on me.... And these stars start to fade away as I think of you, dimming and then sinking into the blanket as if they die, one by one, and for some reason they always die when I think of you, I think it might be a coincidence because somehow you always make me think of dying because you’ll be the one to kill me.... And I lie there for the whole night until even the ebony blanket brightens up somewhat, and then.... The darkness is all gone and the unexpressed artist starts painting another canvas, the painting of dawn, brightening up the sky with hope...and I go inside
Reason for writing:
I lied on the grass a couple nights ago in my front yard ( I must have looked absurd), and I watched the sky darken and the stars pop up all over, and I stayed out there all night because it was so beautiful, so I decided to write a poem about it ~beauty is supposed to be expressed somehow. I would really appreciate someone to write a response to any of my poems on here, because I've never really shared them with anyone before this, and I want to know how people interpret them, and if they go down well with other people or not, so please just take a minute and give me some feedback. thank you very much
Birth sign: Gemini
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