Celestial Pinball
Stars collide, then drift away at random
It wasn’t lust that tore us apart
No carnal, tawdry dalliances,
Nor lurid flings or frolics
Rather, it was the stars,
Whose constellations
Led us down paths
Divergent,
Further
Stray
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Ryan Burkey
PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (8)
Beautiful!
Whose constellations led us down paths divergent- whether one line or three, this is an amazing combination.
Wonderful poem
This is lovely. Congrats on the TS.
“Divergent paths” yes! Yours packs in a whole heap. Nicely done and congrats on your top story. 👍🙂
So gorgeously written! Loved the word choice.
CP, it is wonderful.
Nice poem!