blue stood in the quiet like a shard of clarity,
thin as breath on glass,
catching the day in its single, lucid edge
HOPE
HOPE
thin light
gracile flame
27 years in stone
cold air danced on the floor
he smiled through broken prison glass
"hope survives even in the smallest cell"
Thin scars
now appear so faded.
They mirror iron bars
old yet decorated.
I connect scattered stars.
Branded,
these marks give me away.
If I’m being candid,
lines hold what I can’t say.
Brute force was demanded.
Upon
a wish the light dances,
here and then it is gone.
The roughness romances,
giving strength to build on.
My skin,
delicate mosaic
painted by where I’ve been.
Whichever one you pick?
It’s story leaves a grin.
One may land in hot water
skating where the ice is thin
or end up in a jam
going out on a limb
and hoping to reach a goal
by swimming upstream
could prove no more than a wish
perhaps purely a pipe dream
investing the least
wanting the lion's share
the end result
might induce a scare
woolgathering head in the clouds
unaware of what's around
sounds like fun but more's accomplished
with both feet on solid ground
Dad says he loves me,
But it’s all about the money,
Calling my long hair gay and stuff,
Mom I never got to know,
Leaving this world before we talked,
But She probably talked to me,
When I got bullied,
When I felt all alone,
They were nowhere in sight,
Only having my back to the wall,
For god knows how many years long,
Dad only clothed, housed and fed me,
But all he was doing was caring for a puppet,
A doll of nothing but lonely bitter and dark despair,
a hollow shell he didn’t put a soul into,
So when I chose to break free,
When I reached out for a savior,
He scolded and shamed,
But my friends saved me,
They push me forward to more,
The more my dad takes credit for,
Kitsuko Dragonstar,
My poetry,
My novel,
This grand pen name,
He’ll never know,
He’ll never understand,
Let alone know.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
A thin line makes all the difference.
There is a thin line between kindness and rudeness- particularly when it is accompanied by silence.
There is a thin line between happiness and sadness - especially on whether the time of the event is in the past or in the present.
There is a thin line between love and hate - particularly if it is bound to hurt someone.
There is a thin line between loneliness and independence - especially when it’s forced.
There is a thin line between living and being - especially when there is a bleak surrounding.
There is a thin line between fighting and surviving - particularly when the weapon is unknown.
All but a thin line makes a world of difference - and sometimes we have to tread over it to make it things work.
But when such tests come about in life, I just remember a wise person’s saying ‘life is to be lived’.
Life is beautiful!
Thin Mints, an oxymoron
Heavy Mints is spot on
I think willpower deserves a badge
Never can eat just one
My goal? To make a Scouts’ pledge
I hem and haw and hedge
No more cookies, I wail
Try as I might I fail
So I eat the whole sleeve instead
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
You shared the secrets of your trick,
how you moved through me like music.
Expert hands that know when to pick,
thin notes lie in a chord that’s tight.
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the antique glaze whispers ink-stained tales,
its drawer still holds her vanished breath~
a quill, a seal, three unread wills,
and time's thin dust.
Patience wearing thin
Pushed to the absolute limit
A mental endurance turns physical
The world is out to finish me off
Frustration is at the absolute limit
Broken promises
Red hot searing anger developing inside
One word could flip the tipping point
An action that could have devastating consequence
The world outside knows nothing
The pain within stabs every limb
Eyes heavy ready to explode
Incompetence leads to lies
The only effect is to crush the last pieces of my soul
Time has gone up in flames
Other commitments make me look unreliable
While watching and waiting
For something that was never coming
I wait, chase up and they lie
Every fragment of my being is raging
I do everything right to get stood on
Time after time
If I could burn their lies to the ground
Force truthfulness and honesty
My own chest would not be crushing
The weight of the world would not be crippling
And everyone’s life would be so much simpler
he never thinks fore he talks
but on rope, head high, he walks
there's nary a fear in mind
a stronger base you'll ne'er find
his voice a substantial weight
his promise looming and great
those below look up with awe
all too blind to spot a flaw
happiness
everyone strives
only the lucky achieve
the meaning
long since forgotten
what is happiness
how do you know when you feel it
or when you don't
only those who have known sadness
can know happiness
true
truth of the matter
pain is the opposite of bliss
yet
one cannot live without the other
they are opposites
yet the same
in a way
sorrow: happiness
pain: bliss
it is all a loop
a wise one once said
Thin
Very thin
Like a worn shirt
Cotton threads pull and fray
Bare skin
The pale skin finally appears
Through the gaps
Through the holes
Rare
The hair
Black brushes write on the dark clouds
Or they write on themselves
Their own present
Vanished
It has disappeared
It no longer exists
No longer
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The tops
Of these birches
Like paintbrushes
They paint the darkness blacker
The white whiter
Dark on dark
Light on light
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The moment I see it
The moment the clarity
Reaches my eyes
Reaches my mind
Fleeting
We see only what no longer exists
We see only what no longer exists
The past brushes against us
The past haunts us
The past lies to us
Neither one
Nor the other
I don't know what it is
I don't know
What I know
Under my feet
It's gone
Gone
Gone
Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The alarm screams, but I let it fade,
pressing palms to warm sleep-swollen cheeks.
Outside, a crow cracks the dawn in two~
I want to taste its blackberry beak.
Coffee steam writes promises on air,
each sip erasing yesterday’s debt.
My socks mispaired; the universe winks.
The freeway hum stitches the sunset.
Dandelions breach the concrete,
their gold teeth gnawing at parking lots.
I pick up a pebble, smooth as time,
letting it weigh down my what-ifs and nots.
The moon arrives early, drunk on light,
slurring silver across my doorstep.
I step right through tomorrow’s thin skin.
Even as the forest grew thin and frail,
The trees kept cheering the axe.
For the axe was cunning — smooth with speech,
And wore a handle carved from their flesh.
It whispered, “I am one of you,”
And they believed —
As the sound of chopping became their anthem,
And their roots trembled beneath their faith.
They fell, one by one,
Singing loyalty to their destroyer —
Until the forest was gone,
And only the axe remained,
Lonely, with nothing left to cut.
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