#aubriestar

[mikefrawley]

@snowangelsoul @aubriestar @ends-2-beginnings @ravensvalley and all of our friends with ancient souls

[versegold]

Sometimes

Sometimes I dive too deep into my own troubles to think about other writers, and when I am ready, the words appear and I see your name again, @aubriestar, whoever you are — and I find words I never knew existed, carefully crafted into poems offering me and the world a loving heart and places of beauty I have never seen.

They are here. They exist. They are given to the world by @aubriestar.

Thank you for sharing.

[definegodliness]

Shoutout to @aubriestar for making imagery sexy again. Go follow her blog if you do not, already. I am really enjoying bombarding your mind with enigmatic visions which will not resonate, in any way, the same way as is the initial intent of my ego.

Lovely.

[dbaydenny]

Aubriestar

What star is Aubrie?

Do you ever wonder, guess

the constellation

she must grace to have her light

strike the Tumblr universe?

.

D W Eldred

[dancing-on-the-waves]

What I Do Not Understand

What I Do Not Understand 

There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have Am I angry or sad? How do I know what to feel? Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal

I look all around at the world Then I look inside I sit waiting for the afterworld Away from the chaos near and wide.

Sad eyes and tortured cries abound Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around Will the noise ever cease?

Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?

Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators?  I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor?

Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?

How can I reach out to help To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help When life is so disconcerting?

Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant While outside people starve from disease or drought?

These things I do not understand What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand Often make me forget what I have.

K. C. Barry

[deepjams4]

A Big Salute to Silent Workers!

All run to grab headlines and

competing to snatch credit

but it’s the silent workers

whose efforts get ignored!

The unsung heroes though

feel frustrated and sulking

but they keep on working!

There was a fight between

the Sun and the calendar!

Calendar claimed it brings

the change of day and date!

Sun too staked same claim!

In the fray Moon too jumped in!

Were they ignorant or selfish

of stark reality of the universe

as they conveniently ignored

all the hard work that earth does!

Neither the flipping of calendar

nor it’s the Sun rise or Sunsets

nor even the face of the Moon

that sometimes disappears or

appears sometimes half or less or

sometimes silvery bright fully round

that brings any change in day and date!

But it’s only the earth that rotates

on its axis all the times unstopped

that only makes it really possible

for the day and date to change!

[feathersxfragments]

DAY 4

How have you been? My life consisted of speeding cars lately, too fast for me to catch up. Today, I have rediscovered the art of breathing. Are you awake by now? Do you even seek for me in the skies?

My life is full of speeding cars, lately -- I wonder if you'd ever run with me through them, through light years...with your hand in mine.

[poetbitesback]

always driving, tires keeping close  to the double yellow lines 

and it is hardly a road trip  if there is no starting place  to look back at or a destination  for sights to be set upon-

but we’ve always wanted to escape, haven’t we? 

my love for the wind  and the rain and the speed and  the feel of flying that comes from driving too fast  on a dark, slick road when no one else is out 

I’d crash if I could and you know it.

but you, my little secret pocket of anxiety, keep me company and keep a toe on the brakes driving driving driving

maybe we will make it somewhere. eventually

- Lost on I77 // Olivia Larson