Dead Star

It was 10th of 3rd in calendar and all she could do was sit and watch the sky going dark. As if the the blanket was all upon her the way she called it her sphere with him.

I never really try to bother into others life but it was just about knowing people , knowing different stories and emotions.

Hearing emotion  was like drinking all brands of whiskey, oh it hits you hard anyway just the mouth which pours it is branded under different covers,different clothes.

I was going through the songs of emotions and forwarded one to her. Well she liked it she seemed sorted and managed those days, Oh what a pretty piece of human mind her flesh owned. Never knew her name of what was she all about.

Do you know how it all happened? Just beside the balcony she came and stood and told that the world is a danger zone and only place she can hide with me is the Sky. It wasn’t overnight it was the smoothest take off any human could take after airplanes. We went over the world ,they shouted and waved, she took the lead always and we flew higher.

It was the dark sky the shelter were you could find me with her caressing the moon  telling that she will always be there to keep a watch like the moon does.

I remember it was ecstasy it was the poem i couldn’t write but feel. I was sleeping in the shroud of warmth until i asked her to wake me up next day . She got angry i remember her eyes were red ,she could burn me with the fire , No this wasn’t possible she was the moon. Lately did i realize moonlight isn’t an everyday story. There was cloud there was half moon there was rain there was full moon .. there was  nothing more than darkness, We weren’t in the blanket i mentioned at the beginning.I was in the dark clouds flying among-st the stars they seemed to know my story.. One of them asked Do u still find her? i said “off n on always on my mind” AND they left. Slowly and gradually they fell on the earth.

I could feel my self falling with the stars. Tasting the salt of the mud i bashed down on earth and saw the stars falling in the graves. Oh yes for a man on earth its the ground that digs in a grave. For stars on sky it was earth that was a grave. Broken stars they fell and crushed with mist buried them selves. the light went off,. I closed my eyes forever. All that you read right now is just a thought on her head as she sits and watches the sky. World knows she did nothing. World knows he is alive. but The stars know they are dead, all three of them, That is a dead star. Have you ever seen one?

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Hearing Someone like You -Adele

make me find a way deeper sphere of imagination.
Not just what they show or what they intend to.
But to what they speak of.
True and Precise.
I understand every line of it every way it wants the listeners to think like

Speaks of every lil incident that once happened.
So I think Poetry has a new way or just a different way of expression-SONGS
THEY WRITE SONGS TO MAKE POETRY ALIVE.

Ash Kap writes for You

What do you wish Oh life
Once for today and tonight
Never the same never alike
Depths of illusions
Desires of might
Once for today and tonight

Pouring into emotions
Cuddling with imaging
Life of a wagon Uncertain beyond
Those child like fantasies
That rationalism far gone
Once for today and tonight

Life life life
Redeem me that wish
Redeem me the might
I wish you pity me
Set me a flight

And let me live all the fragments of hopes
Once for today and tonight