"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star..."

Her eyes appear like glass. Reflecting the light like so. The star of my thoughts, that twinkle in and out of a much bigger and far away sky of some distant untouchable world. This girl, with golden hair in the sun's grace, a survivor of a cruel and cold world that only had a small candle to spare. Her eyes like glass see the world that's so far away, and the brain behind them craves for contact however small. Just like she imagines the others' do. The other stars hovering around the cold world, not welcome to be apart of the fun, but sentenced to be watchers, to catch the mistakes and misused words, and only have the ability to cry out when things go wrong. And when things go wrong her anger threatens to break her glass eyes and refuse to keep her light. In her mind, in her life of trying to share her light, she only sees moments. She only keeps memory of moments, that inspire great feelings in the pit of her heart. Moments that try to help her feed her light.

Other lonely stars have seen a faint glow from the distance, and intrigued they glided closer, some faster than others. But the glow only appeared to grow brighter for a little while, in certain places, and as they reached full sight of those desperate glass eyes, they were frightened, and resented the journey. Her cries were too harsh, her brittle voice to sharp, their own eyes threatened to break from the blasts of wind from her lips. Wind that pushed them away. Wind whose sharp little letters hit them, and added even more force that helped them get away.

And this poor little star, hated to be pitied, hated to fail, hated everything at times. And acted on her hate, built on to her hate. And her light only gets dimmer. Eventually it shall wink out, and she shall float among the other broken stars who didn't have the strength to hold on.

Reviews

[Annie]

Beautiful imagery and description of details.

[Inspiring Writer]

Powerful write, it reminds my childhood since i used to sing one poem "Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are...and so on... llol, your this piece's really very great, i wanna read some more :)
keep writing!

[Chris]

revisited... the same comment to it

[Chris]

the essence of sadness...

[Invisible]

beautifully dark, disturbingly surreal.

[Wolfwind]

I think I shall treat this piece as a prose like story rather than poetry... Easier to review. What I see here is the main character being one who has lived through a time of great opression, where she could see her hopes and dreams, but was never given or allowed an opportunity to reach for them. Then time moved forward and she found herself hoping the key to her freedom would ride forth, many came, seeing her signal fires atop her tower, yet when the arrived, they only saw the outershell of the tower, a construct of her past darkness and fleed in hast. Their actions fueled the girls hate of all things, the stars being to far away and unwilling to descend and offer aid. At best the stars only offered empty advise when the girl teetered on matters that might go against the stars ideals. That world aloft became a far and remote and mocking place. So as time spun its final turn the girl could only find some comfort in the distant land beyond the horizons, where reality was spun from her ideas of light and joy and what it should be. Yet, even when the sun rises, she see only the shadows that have reached out, until the evening comes and the sunset shines... it's soft momentary glimmer of hope.
This female character's thoughts would make me ask her. What does she desire? What does she need to inspire a brighter flame within herself? What does she feel would change her fate?

Your words inspire images of tragic times with vivid emotions. They are words that make muse upon people and society, wondering where the brighter road might be for those that have endured so much seering flames and choking smoke.

Nice Ink!
Aaron =)