Poetry

Confetti

I just want to see you in the morning

When the sun rises up, and frames your pretty face

Let the glow illuminate,

Accentuate your cheeks

And make your highlight pop

Let your love fall like confetti

Gently covering me, landing on my shoulders and getting stuck in my eyelashes.

I want to find it burrowed in my hair a fortnight later, showing me you’ll always be there

Float around me

Be sure to scatter prettily

And in the end when you are gathered in a pile

I’ll set you free…

… Into the sea

… For eternity

Although death parted us

Our love will flow forever

Poetry

The Star question?

The birth of a new Star, by means of imploding or exploding, beyond the heavens, means a new Legend has made it up there

Maybe they were well known, maybe not many knew them

But they still had a story

Whether or not you found it to be interesting is not the point

Someone did, someone else would

I dare you to find the person

That would willingly contaminate this star

But then if they were a bad person…

Should they be allowed to get this far?

Should they be a fallen star. Or just fallen?