i sat and spoke to stars last night
they said nothing in return
fuckers
how hard is it
to simply let me know
they heard
maybe they don't care
which isn't shocking
really
who does anymore
but i still wish
they'd said something
since i had so much
to say
too much if i'm being honest
maybe that's why they
didn't respond
i bled out on the pavement
all my guts stretched out
my heart exposed
my lungs deflated
maybe stars don't
talk to ghosts
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This is a bullshit author's note because I need to reach one hundred words to submit this piece, lol.
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Comments (20)
Fuck me! I'm still laughing at your blurb at the end. Well done.
I'm Loving this Piece, Well Done, Heather 💖✨🤩📝!!
Excellent poem! I sometimes feel that way when looking at the stars. So, I can relate. The bullshit author's note was hilarious!
Nicely done HH! I hear u my friend!
Love this. Sorry you were forced to write the authors note. It in no way takes away from the message in your poem. 💖
Wow! I was hooked on this, especially "bled out on the pavement all my guts stretched out my heart exposed." Congratulations! 👏 maybe stars don't talk to ghosts
I love the note, identify with the poem. I'm not a star (in any sense of the word), but if you need to speak to someone, I'm here to listen.
You’ve got panache. Love that realistic line…fuckers. You always score! Love this.
Hauntingly affective. The loss we feel when our deepest emotions are met with silence. As a reader of poetry I feel ilke the stars sometimes -- I absorb the words and give nothing back. So I'm commenting so I won't get flipped off. ;-) And also because I appreciate your poetry!
Those fucking stars! I'm flipping them off on your behalf tonight! Jokes aside, I guess we do feel like that sometimes when we've unloaded something so heavy on someone only for them to not respond. Than we'd feel so shitty for even venting to them! Lol, I love your Author's note! But the 100 word limit has long been lifted. Is it back again?
Love the stars and the night sky!! Beautifully written and loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Gorgeous. Heartbreaking. Exposed with not a care in sight. You always manage to put the reader right into the depths of your piece, feeling all the emotions! Beautiful job, and loved your authors note!
Felt this. Angry and full of despair with that whiplash tongue. The author's note, you know I'd love! Great piece, Heather! Loved the way you conveyed these feelings!
Very imagery, excellent job
I love the authors note! I thought this was going to be a poignant breathtaking piece and then came that line….fuckers. I should have known from you! Your style never fails to impress me!
Those carefree stars don't bother with anything smaller than themselves. Too busy having fun, I guess. Loved this!
I love it! We all talk to stars!
Okay, so I read your shitty poem. Those stars are bitches, eh?
So 'H' - Your always 'Sweet Gooey' chosen topics perk-me-up while sipping my morning coffee ~ Thank you for that ~ Jay
Oh, dear friend! This was so beautiful yet heart-wrenching at the same time, with a sprinkle of the rawness that I love so much about your work. I love the pairing of "talking to the stars" with your expressions -- "fuckers" 😅🥹❤️ You made the emotional pain so physical here - with your heart and lungs being exposed. Wonderful, compelling work! And, I love the author's note 😅