Friday, February 13, 2015

Title: When the Universe Wrote About Me
Posted On: 2015-01-09 04:10:41 UTC
A star looked down throughout the galaxies and wrote about earthly impressions A guy who despised of long lines at the concession stands He attended games, not for the sport, but for the marching bands He gracefully touched things in patterns with the tips of his hands Night hours are imperative to his thoughtful schemes of art Somethings get finished, somethings replicate a ink tipped dart A bag of ideas shaped like animals fuels him Creating diminishes his skeletal rest, his desires ruled him A yearn for a friend, companion, and an older sibling with life in her eyes A yearn for genius sparks, canvases, and lights under his eyes You would get tired of holding your own hand at the lake Answering "table for one" at the restaurant with a Philly Cheese Steak Wanting his mother to throw another bouquet A music manager to notify him of a cancelled tour date And the star looks at itself and wonders why everyone wants to be a star Stars only glitter against a black screen Stars die before they commit suicide Stars can't really be touched because it's against the law Then the star has an epiphany, it's the original celebrity of all
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