the stars don’t glow the way they used to-
their light feels weak,
as if even the sky has grown tired
of pretending.
i watch them,
waiting for a spark to break through,
but they only fade,
distant and pale,
like the hollow parts of me.
the one is still there,
shining brighter than the others,
reminding me of what i seek
but cannot have.
there’s a dirt path
that keeps whispering my name,
its curve pulling me away
from the noise,
from the faces,
from myself.
i know where it leads-
to a place where i can vanish
without protest,
without sound,
like a shadow blending in
when the stars finally go dark.
for once,
maybe i’ll listen to temptation.
Tag: life
weight ⚓
i never thought i’d make it.
not to here.
not to anywhere.
the fear kept me above the surface-
not hope,
it was never hope-
just the knowing
that if i went under
i might drag others down with me.
so i decided to float.
years blurred into a painting.
there were lights along the way.
faces.
hands that held mine without asking why they were cold-
why they were shaking.
moments so perfect they almost convinced me
this was worth living.
and sometimes,
i forgot to be afraid.
it happened more often.
the fear unraveling,
quickly disappearing.
until the day i noticed
it was gone.
no shadow trailing me.
no weight pulling at my ankles.
just still water.
too still.
and i understood-
the weight i thought was drowning me
was the only thing
keeping me afloat.
without it,
there is only the plunge.
the silence
and the knowledge
that the surface will not call me back.
that it is over.
🖤
it beats against my chest,
or at least it would
if it was still there.
absent,
a hole where it used to lie
with shadows filling it in.
i do not want it back
as it was the greatest gift
i could give outside of
my soul.
please take care of it-
it was meant to rest next to yours.
😢
it’s okay-
to mimic the rain,
to shatter the glass,
to run the faucet without care.
pain,
heartbreak,
fear,
tragedy,
life.
even the strongest
must cry sometimes.
rain doesn’t ruin.
some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.
as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.
one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.
but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?
don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.
grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.
make these moments worth it.
live without anger.
live with joy.
rog's poems 