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See me perform this here

The boy I like
told me that everything in the universe
is made of stars.
He described them eating themselves,
the iron corrupting the heart,
the spat out destitution of a would-be sun;

I could relate.

I went home and wrote
‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe –
and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they
die’.

That’s the difference between us.
In the world of evenings as poetry –
he is the star studded sky.
His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us.
He is the moment when you realise that you live
in the space between brilliance and beauty,
and you still matter.

As for me,
in that same evening,
I am a lake.
I reflect a reflection.
I refract a resurrection of a sun
gone down.
I can only see the sun through smoke
and mirrors,
and my heart is so drowned in anxiety
that no warmth will ever go right through me.

So I look at the boy through my bloodshot I’s,
E’s, O’s, you –
you don’t even flinch.

You look right back and I don’t even see revulsion in your thoughts
because your mind is a network
of constellations spelling out philosophy against the backdrop
of darkness.

Your mind is so busy creating wonder that some of it projects onto me
and for a blinding moment
the lake alights
with the face of the moon.

But moments pass.
Our moments past
and no amount of starlight can penetrate the fog
that lies heavy on my shoulders, so I stew in it.
The fog presses down on me
and the repressed air that I have to breathe
tastes like nostalgia and necromancy and the desperation to revive the dead,
to reawaken those dead stars and their occupants,
to relive old evenings,
to live –

If I hold my breath
you can’t take it from me, I tell myself.
I ground myself
and grip the shores until the banks
burst,

I sink my teeth into sand
and try to stay down – and he whispers that he hates how he looks and I break,
over
and over.
From the pit in my belly I sob freshwater into fields,
because I can see what he can’t.

I can see sincerity,
passion, intelligence, wit,
I can see depth of feeling that only a lake could have.
I can see hope -

but he pulls away.
He tugs tidal and the moon is victorious once more,
while I can’t rest,
can’t resist,
I reflect a refraction
of the beauty of his perseverance through a hundred winter storms
and I pray to the sun that he never realises that the only beauty I have to offer him is what he lends me,

and that when evening passes to night
and the moon chases after the sun,
I am still stuck here.

I am still stuck here,
still cold,
still tidal,
still still.

The boy I like told me
that everything in the universe is made of stars –

and I almost believe in the metaphor of it all.
In the bohemian love of literature and cold November air and waiting long enough for unrequited love to resolve itself.
I almost believe.

If a lake could burn as a star,
if a lake could shine like the sun,
if a lake could spread out its feelings across the  sky and be open and vulnerable and tempestuous –
if. If, if, if.

It can’t.
I can’t.

I am only lowly lakewater
and the sun does not belong to me.

But when you cry, my evening sky,
when you weep,
and the stars can’t be seen for the misery in your heart –
When the whole world fears your thunderous agony being reigned down upon them

I
will catch the pieces of you that fall
For I have seen the darkest parts of the evening
and love it still
with a torrential love that is made
of a stars dreams dying
into the dwarfed hopes
of a would-be sun.
youtu.be/vAahq4ApvZE

So I submitted this as part of my final submission (which was three parts). This submission, in the end, got my lowest grade. But I still think its my best work of the year so I'm happy to share it with you all. Enjoy <3

This is another of those awkward poems for my friend that he forgives me for. haha
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This is a lovely piece - and I think it depicts quite well how a love one can be adored in the secret of an unhappy individual - as though they place all their soul and heart into someone else's hands because they can't handle being disappointed with themselves, their past, their present, their life as they picture it in the future.

It reminds me of a well known text from Victor Hugo,

"Madame, sous vos pieds dans l'ombre, un homme est là
Qui vous aime, perdu dans la nuit qui le voile,
Qui souffre, ver de terre amoureux d'une étoile."
(Victor Hugo, Ruy Blas)

[My Lady, here under your feet, in the shadows, lays a man
Who loves you, lost in the night that shades him
Who is hurting, a worm fallen in love with a star] (Amateur translation here)


I don't know if you've read it before, but it does play on the same theme as your poem. And both, I think, have their way of getting straight to the readers heart.

As for technique, I understand it was meant to be listened to rather than read - hence I'm pretty sure it'll be better when performed, but meanwhile, I'd only have one little complaint: transition to the center part - to the fifth paragraph, then from the fifth to the sixth and finally, from the sixth back to the main part - is a little hard to follow. I suppose it could be read as a fast mood swing, hopeless fit, but I feel you could have made a smoother work of it.

On the plus side, the little variation on the first paragraph, in the ninth one, is a nice reminder of the context and, if not particularly original, very useful in the spoken word context. The little play on words in the opening sentence of the fourth paragraph is a good idea - again, particularly suited for the spoken word, along with the repetition of words - a nice touch to reinforce the lake (an the echos / reflections) and waves metaphors.

The metaphor in itself is the best part of this piece, and very acurate way to describe the relationship you seem to be describing here. And, but this is my very personal taste, a very calming and feutrée'd atmosphere - would go very well with the adagio from the moonlight sonata (Beethoven) ;)
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Panhead13 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2014  Student General Artist
Very beautiful. I wish my poems were as good as this.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014
oh gosh. Thank you!!
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Geez.  The imagery and mechanics of this piece are so great, I can't pic a favorite snippet to say is awesome- guess I'll just hafta hi-five the whole thing.
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Gosaku Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ahhhhh, the cryptisism! Debris clogging and not adding to a star? " Drowned in anxiety..."

Though, a star only shines with blinding pain and energy because it was born to. Just like it was born to create lake-water and lake-water was born to sustain the life of fishes. "I support that, these support me." You could go on and on about how every part of the universe is all dependent upon every little aspect of the rest of the universe. Yet, I do not believe I fate.

This piece helped me get the information I think you want people to get from this poem.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=26OinQQy…
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ta-regret Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
nice :)
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2014
yay! thanks :D
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ta-regret Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
how long did it take you to make this? :o
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014
Hmm, about 4 hours but not all of that was writing. I wrote for about twenty minutes. Then left it alone overnight and thought of it every so often or re-read it, and then the next morning worked on it for another 15 minutes and posted it.
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Oseltamivir Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I think this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Ever. From anyone.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2014
Oh honey, wow, thank you!
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