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 Jun 22 star
mysterie
i always stare
at the stars
in the middle of nowhere,
because you liked constellations.
we used to find them together --
drawing silly lines in the sky
like the universe
made sense if we
connected the dots.

now i lie there,
in the middle of nowhere,
staring at the stars --
alone.
the sky holds them,
but it doesn't feel like it used to.
i can see orion
and i remeber
vividly
how your fingers traced it on my arm
like i was part of the sky too.

but you're not here anymore.
but i keep looking up,
at the constellations,
the bright stars..
just in case
you're still searching
but from somewhere
i can't see.
date wrote: 23/6/25
 Jun 22 star
jules
You touched me,
and I remembered how stars bleed
before they die.
 Jun 22 star
Aphrodite
They say it’s wrong, this fire in my veins,
Your touch—my balm, my bliss, my chains.
We meet in shadows, hearts alight,
A kiss, a crime beneath the night.

Let gods forbid, let fate deny,
I’d burn the world to hear you sigh.
Though we must hide what others flee—
You are, and will remain, my Aphrodite
 Jun 22 star
Hello Daisies
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
b e happy
Be h a ..ppy
Be happy
Be happy
Be HAppy
Be haPPY
BE HAPPY
BE HAAAPPY
BE HAPPPPPY
HAPPY
HAPPY
HAPPY
BE
HAPPY
B E
      HAPPY
B
E
H
A
P
Y
BE
*******
HAPPY

BE
      *******
H A  P P Y

I'm trying to remember
To be happy
They say it's a choice
I just have to tell myself
Stop crying
Be happy
I keep telling myself
Stop crying
Be happy
I'll repeat myself
Stop crying
Be happy
When will it work
Or will I just keep
Repeating myself
Stop crying
Be happy
The words lose meaning
It's just gibberish
It's mush
I'm mush
Can I love myself
Can I believe myself
Can I choose to leave
My suffering
I want to stop crying
I want to stop breaking
My own heart
It hurts
So everything hurts
Down the hole I go
Dark and desperate
Crying all the time
But if I tell myself
To smile
Will it help
For awhile
Then I'll fall
Crash into the abyss
Loneliness
My solitude
Give me no gratitude
Let me loathe myself
Til I can climb the hole
And breathe again
Does it really work
I keep trying
A broken record
I'm annoying for sure
But here I go

Be happy
Loser
Be happy
Poser
Be happy
Whiner
Be happy
Be happy
Be happy
Failure
Be happy
I can't seem to just
Be happy
Let my body rest
Let me do things I love
I can always climb above
But it takes me unreasonably long
To stop the dreadful song
And just be ******* happy
Or least
Halfway content

Just
Something
That isn't
This suffering
Love myself
Ha
And forgive myself
Ha
And forget the bad
Haha
And be
Content
For just
A minute
Please
 Jun 22 star
Her
Immortal
 Jun 22 star
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Jun 22 star
andromeda green
Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?

You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay :)

- a.g.
just a reminder that everything gets better folks. please, please hang in there. i believe in each and one of y'all.

UPDATE: thank you so so so much for 51k. the overwhelming amount of comments and messages and loves make me feel so happy to spread this poem. thank you.
 Jun 22 star
lyla
i listen in
to the whisper of the trees-
like a silence that the earth
can’t quite hold,
words that try to be secrets
kept between the land and the sky
but the wind grips my sap-stained palms
and the branches reach into my soul
like bones crawling out of a grave
and into the air
quietly
but there.
wrote this at a poetry workshop
 Jun 22 star
Olivia Williams
Sun
The suns first color is yellow.
Her favorite for sure.
She has others though.
A collection of more.
Oranges bleed to pinks,
Purples seep into red.

Dawn and dusk.
Her best times of day.
No matter the weather,
She always comes back,
She always try’s to stay.
When the sun comes out,
All worry’s wash away,
And brightness,
Fills,
The—once,
Cloudy day.
An older poem!!! (I found my old poem book from 5 years ago!!!).   :)
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