Dead Stars Poem Novels & Stories

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

The waterfall endlessly ran close by, reflecting and cutting apart every blade of grass as they resonate over its surface. Erin looked up to see the stars, bright and flickering, effervescent and alka-seltzery, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed them before. With the realisation that the stars are still there, above and alive and watching in their millions — or rather, not watching, indifferent — he remembered how powerless he is. How numbered the days are. "What would you do," Erin began. "If this was the rest of your life?" "What?" "This. Now."

But you're different, Can you feel it? I want you to see, The person I see you to be. You're not alone, I see you. Are you scarred? What do you fear? Come closer, I'll tell you a story, And wash all your fears away. Do you see the stars? Billions upon billions of them, Yet you shine the brightest. You're a special kind of star, One that never dies. Are you broken? Come closer let's compare scars. Your heart hurts right? Mine does too,

I am standing on the corpse of a god. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. There is an actual god beneath my feet — or what used to be one — and the stone of its shattered throne has crumbled into dust fine enough to drift through the space where gravity stopped working three hours ago. The dust floats upward. Everything floats upward here. The stars broke a while back and nobody fixed them, so they just hang at wrong angles like decorations some drunk celestial being threw at a wall and forgot to take down.

He curled in on himself, pressing his forehead hard against the floor, a broken sound tearing out of him. “Jane… don’t run. “Please… slow down… “I drove them all away. I got rid of them… every one of them… “Just look back at me.” Tears mixed with the liquor at the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the floor, spreading into dark stains. “I can’t catch up to you anymore… “Without you… I’m really… I’m not going to make it.”

“Then let’s starve it together.” For a moment, the ruined hall was only breath and heartbeat, the faint scent of ash fading beneath the crisp bite of moonlit air. Maxim looked up at the shattered dome again. The stars burned through the broken glass like distant crowns—cold, eternal, untouchable. He felt their weight, not as a temptation, but as a warning carved into the night. A crown could save—or devour—the one who bore it.

Not because I wanted to beg, not because I still clung to the foolish hope that he would turn back—but because this was mourning. The death of something that had never even had the chance to live. I tilted my head back, staring at the stars scattered across the sky. They were beautiful, distant, untouched by the sorrow of the world below. Had they ever ached for something they couldn’t have? Had they ever been forced to shine on lovers who could never be?

Starved Passion::: The next day, Davin couldn't concentrate at work, he had gotten a hold of himself after ravishing Ivana that night, often times he tried harder to focus, all he could see was her naked body, legs parted open beckoning him to possess her. Davin let out a loud sigh, he could feel the tightness in his trouser, his hardening cock pressing against his brief, he wanted her now. Picking his car key, he dialed Ivana,

Lying here with a loss of words, hearing no sound but that of a dirge I searched my mind but it comes blank, the sounds of Lament fell like I sank Deadweight is my body all dressed and adorned, to be viewed by the ones who felt I have scorned Tucked in a billow of alabaster white, a weight of coins to keep out the light How is it possible I am lying here, surrounded by people who don’t shed a tear? Trying to move to stop this façade, not wanting to meet the one they call God