The Destiny of Star Stuff

Got a habit of having habits
That I can't break till they're breaking me down
To the elements and the atoms
Compounding to some kinda existential sound.

Now, I've lost the metaphor.
I forgot why I even started it for.
End it wrong like I always do.
Repeat it now, cuz I tell you to:
Now, I've lost the metaphor.
I forgot why I even started it for.
End it wrong like I always do.
You repeated it cuz I told you to.

Only power I gots with a pen as a sword
The outrage on the page, where I've poured
Out my soul, I don't have it anymore
Safer here cuz I don't trust myself anymore

To have it
To hold it
I'll forever hold my piece
Of the pie
That is molded
For me to eat
With my belly aching
Always wanting more.
I can't shake it.

That I'm meant for some destiny
That's outta reach
As I reach toward the floor
Bungie cord,
It's pulling me back
From that something more
That I dreamt that I'd have.

But it's a lie.
Oh the pie in the sky.
Cuz all in all
We're all so very small.
Made of star stuff
But never seem to be enough
To shine on our own
With all that cosmos still unknown.

We're each only an element
A poke from a pen as the planet pages through.
We're each partially a filament
Needing something else to shine as the stars often do.

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

beautiful piece....i love the second stanza especially...

[Celestial Witch Child]

Wow. This is amazing. This piece would make an awesome entry for a poetry slam or something similar. Great work.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. I like the journey and the thoughts in the poem.
"We're each only an element
A poke from a pen as the planet pages through.
We're each partially a filament
Needing something else to shine as the stars often do."
Above lines are very true. We need reason and purpose to be alive. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote