"Where were my stars?"
There is a small group I am apart of whom do weekly competitions. Every week, they give a new promt, and from it, you have to either write a piece, or do a picture for it.
For augest 17th - september 2nd, This was my outcome. I will pr posting these as I do them, as you might like to see them.
8/27-9/2 :
'til death do us part
Promt:
"If death came to some, and not to others, then it truly would be a terrible thing. But as it is, it doesn't matter who or what you are, sooner or later, he comes for us all. In that way, isn't death something to look at not as a curse, but as ultimately, the last gift of the stars?"
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Where were my stars?
I heard once, that if you reach for something, you can get to it. Is that always the truth though? When falling from a cliff's edge, and your handing onto life at the crossroads of destiny, and you reach for the one hand that can save you, It is truly impossible to get to it after your fingers had been grasping for the eternities.
What is life then? Is it something that we must all go through? It must be, because we are all here.
I remember the whispers of my past, only lightly. What things were like. Did they mean anything? I guess what I mean to say, was what is the point, when you tend to forget in the long run.
And I guess this is what life is, It is when your thrusted into a darkness, and expected to find your way, and make it out with a little trophy saying “Congrats, you did it.”
I never got one of those.
It was actually more like a bar code plasted on my forehead. So when people saw it, they knew the failure I was.
But, that was my lot in life. I was always put down as a lowlife, something unwanted. Always alone, and never loved. Of course, who could love a fly on the wall?
I could see so many things, but I could never see why.
I heard once: “If death came to some, and not to others, then it truly would be a terrible thing. But as it is, it doesn't matter who or what you are, sooner or later, he comes for us all. In that way, isn't death something to look at not as a curse, but as ultimately, the last gift of the stars?”
Where are my stars? Why was I segregated from the rest? Death did my part! But to whom did I part? Why was 'this' my destiny?
Others say “Death ends the suffering”
Who would ever believe that? Not only do I suffer here alone, but my relations grieve more. Why? Well, come to think of it, they are probably celebrating, which only adds to my suffering.
I wanted to be loved, but love from spite? I should have only come to expect it.
As I said before, that was only my lot in life.
So what is it? Something we all go through?
Thrusted to the stars.
Light, I welcome thee, please save me from my hell.
Clean the tattoos of my life.
But even in the eternities, you could never save a soul like mine, for these unclean spots never go away.
Well, that is at least what I tell my clients.
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For augest 17th - september 2nd, This was my outcome. I will pr posting these as I do them, as you might like to see them.
8/27-9/2 :
'til death do us part
Promt:
"If death came to some, and not to others, then it truly would be a terrible thing. But as it is, it doesn't matter who or what you are, sooner or later, he comes for us all. In that way, isn't death something to look at not as a curse, but as ultimately, the last gift of the stars?"
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Where were my stars?
I heard once, that if you reach for something, you can get to it. Is that always the truth though? When falling from a cliff's edge, and your handing onto life at the crossroads of destiny, and you reach for the one hand that can save you, It is truly impossible to get to it after your fingers had been grasping for the eternities.
What is life then? Is it something that we must all go through? It must be, because we are all here.
I remember the whispers of my past, only lightly. What things were like. Did they mean anything? I guess what I mean to say, was what is the point, when you tend to forget in the long run.
And I guess this is what life is, It is when your thrusted into a darkness, and expected to find your way, and make it out with a little trophy saying “Congrats, you did it.”
I never got one of those.
It was actually more like a bar code plasted on my forehead. So when people saw it, they knew the failure I was.
But, that was my lot in life. I was always put down as a lowlife, something unwanted. Always alone, and never loved. Of course, who could love a fly on the wall?
I could see so many things, but I could never see why.
I heard once: “If death came to some, and not to others, then it truly would be a terrible thing. But as it is, it doesn't matter who or what you are, sooner or later, he comes for us all. In that way, isn't death something to look at not as a curse, but as ultimately, the last gift of the stars?”
Where are my stars? Why was I segregated from the rest? Death did my part! But to whom did I part? Why was 'this' my destiny?
Others say “Death ends the suffering”
Who would ever believe that? Not only do I suffer here alone, but my relations grieve more. Why? Well, come to think of it, they are probably celebrating, which only adds to my suffering.
I wanted to be loved, but love from spite? I should have only come to expect it.
As I said before, that was only my lot in life.
So what is it? Something we all go through?
Thrusted to the stars.
Light, I welcome thee, please save me from my hell.
Clean the tattoos of my life.
But even in the eternities, you could never save a soul like mine, for these unclean spots never go away.
Well, that is at least what I tell my clients.
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