Dead Stars Poem Novels & Stories

Waste system started, because nobody writes songs about sanitation but everyone dies when it fails. Maya strings noise-makers at the rear fence from cans and fishing line. Elegant? No. Useful? Yes. Aesthetic rating low, LUS says. “It’s an apocalypse tripwire, not a wedding centerpiece.” Function adequate. “Be still my heart.” At 6:17 p.m., twenty-four hours after the world publicly tore itself open, Maya stands in the center of the warehouse and listens. Sirens still exist, but fewer. Gunshots now punctuate the city in short, ugly bursts. The dead are no longer incidents. They are weather.

"Shadows of the deep, drink from my veins. Erebus, Lord of the Unseen, I tear the veil between us. Grant me the dark that consumes the light." A violent, invisible pressure slammed into my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. The floor beneath me didn't just break; it vanished. When my eyes snapped open, the stone walls and the smell of sulfur were gone. I was standing in a graveyard of stars. It was a realm of infinite, suffocating black, where the ground felt like solidified smoke beneath my boots.

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,

With great difficulty, Zach reached out and wanted to touch my head, but he only touched air. Feeling dejected, he lowered his arm and looked at my rotten head. “I’m sorry, Starling.” [Please live. You can still turn back.] “It’s too late, silly.” Zach hugged my head and sat beside the pool of sulphuric acid. He threw the kidney he removed from Catherine into the sulphuric acid. Then, he turned and gave my head a gentle kiss. “I can’t turn back anymore. I only have one star in my life, but I lost her.

The blueness of the sky and the warm heat from the sun stroked beautifully on the earth making one to want believe in its peace and elegance but no that is not the reality cause the world is more dark than they portray it to be. Behind the beauty of the sun laid layers of darkness, which is the moment of the day where the evil ones like me rise to destroy the world and prove that we should be the rulers, behind the beauty of the roses laid, thorns, that pierce so hard and would leave you in pain and create a permanent scar. The beauty of the world is just a euphemistic term used to cover up what the world is really all about. Looking at the flowers, trees and grasses around I couldn't help

I whispered my feet dragging slowly on the dead garden. Her eyes had lost it’s shine, the green orbs that held promise had faded, the warmth her eyes carried had become frozen in cold. “Daisy,” she mumbled. I tried to touch her, but her skin burned like the scouring furnace, and I hissed in pain, pulling my fingers away. Her dark eyes turned towards me, I was trapped in the abyss of nothingness in her gaze. “the storm has risen, a kingdom lost. The earth shall quake, blood and fire running at its peak. Rebirth shall come, but what will it leave at its wake?”

How sweet it would be right now to feel nothing. This didn’t happen, though. There was no clemency. She was, and always would be, anchored to this delusional planet. To this hurt. Somebody up there, please help us. We’re dying down here. Can’t you see that? Our land is honeycombed with tombs, and it’ll crumble under our feet one day. Soon. I’ll build a bridge from me to you out of corpses. Just promise me you’ll be there when I arrive. You need to pinkie-swear I won’t be alone.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

* Burn me, gently gently If I were to die tomorrow, If you woke up to my body, stiff, lifeless, And you knew that the days will never see my smile again, Burn me, gently gently. Do not bury me, Don't dig six feet to lay my restless spirit to rest, For the wild was in me, and it cannot be tamed by a pile of dirt, Do not excavate the opaque evenness of Mother Earth to deposit me, for I am neither golden nor leaden, neither metallic nor silvern, Sitting with patience waiting to be discovered. Burn me, gently gently,

Some days when I’m cold, When I feel so so so low, I just feel this glow, glow, glow, When I think of you This love is so beautiful, The way I feel is so meaningful, Can never let you go, I feel so good, I love you so much so much, this is so cool. Meeting you was like a dream come true, Kissing you is more than a dream came true Loving you is like my dream grew, I just my dream ends with me and you. Some days when I’m cold, When I feel so so so low, I just feel this glow, glow, glow,