In the sky,my stars do shine. The stars of the one who gives me poetry, devine.
I'm no one, seriously broke but my stars shine, in this poetry, I wrote.

Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "

She is very beautiful
And very thoughtful,
In a cabin with boyfriends,
All sit around her chair.
She laughs, and they
Clap; she shakes hands
With them, they talk
All day, joking and playing
All day. But when
They come out, they discuss
The way she behaves
With others. I hear them
Saying she has no good
Character, she is selfish.
Her smile creates wounds
In their hearts, as her rosy lips
All dream to kiss. But
Her character, they say,
Rings an alarming bell.
Their hearts fill with hate;
They are like wolves or hounds,
Wanting to hunt her, fearing
Her character, and hating her.
Their love for her is fleeting,
Like a flash to a bear or grass to a deer.
They keep close to her
And feel hate if others see her.
If she talks with some other
Fellow, they deem her character
Low.

It's what you do
rather

than what you say
two scoops

in a waffle cone

thunder

lightning

rain drops
pelt the window

your face

insanity never felt
or tasted

so good

when i am with my blankets,
i am protected
not because i am surrounded by love
i am alone
but the blankets
make it an alone
that feels okay

The morning hums a gentle tune,
dew still clings where night was strewn.
A sparrow writes across the air,
its wings a brush, its song a prayer.

The sun climbs slow, with golden hands,
unfolding light across the lands.
Shadows shrink, yet softly stay,
teaching night must give to day.

We rise, we fall, like tides at sea,
yet every dawn rewrites the key
a chance to sing, to dream, to try,
beneath this vast forgiving sky.

simply,
I must confess . . .
I adore you
and perhaps love you.
may I kneel and
worship you?

I am old, I am

quietly watching the world --


Only now, it's mine.

Even when I turn off the screen, you remain open in my mind...
Utku Can Güzel