My Tears Die Like Stars

A Boy With Roses

Floating memories sparkle and drift                                                                            

Like sun-soaked sea foam floating adrift                                                                        

The ocean wreckage of my ruptured mind                                                                                                                                    

That periwinkle and fuchsia garden of hope                                                                              

Bellowing bells and bellowing smoke 


When I met you last summer and fell in love                                                                                    

 I believed in silver linings 


Drunk nights spilling into regretful mornings                                                            

Carried away by the large eyeball, the cloudburst                                                                  

Haunt me and cut deep like an eternal tug-of-war                                                    

Swimming through tedious conversations, moons                                                        

Spilling into my eyes, the light leaves like a daydreamer                                          

Falling into an abyss of moss and insomnia                                                              

Dying and coming back to life, the pendulum swing                                                                  

Echoes, my tears die like stars, manic, half-smiling                                                                        

Splinters ricochet and penetrate my resilient bones                                        

Wandering and lonesome, my resilient bones                                                            

Dipped in the wax of my pen, the kiss you left behind                                                      

An apocalypse, a tortured body dying in the blue-yellow                                                                                        

Half-light of my room, fading with my memories                                                                

In the corner with my broken dreams, my telescope                                                                                                              

Apples and frog spots, speaking but my lips are shut                                                                                            

I think you know about the way I get lost                                                                                

Self-destructive, I sniff you like a dog and remember                                                                      

The way we kiss and say goodbye                                                                                  

The slurs that poison your tongue                                                                                  

And all the things we don't say, afraid to speak


I am a butterfly                                                                                                                  

I am a wolf                                                                                                                              

I am made of flowers and stars                                                                                

Drowning in the music of my heartbeats                                                                            

The maudlin red-letter-days                                                                                      

Stirred and whipped and brimming                                                                                  

I am apathy                                                                                                                          

I am godless                                                                                                                        

I am decay.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2022 14:11
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41
  • Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou, thinkerbell.


  • Rocky Lagou

    This is the most explosive poem I've read in a while. Wow. From the loveless sentiments, to the words that are so impassioned yet to no avail, to the self-destruction, it's so relatable. It's like you poured your heart onto a paper, and here we are. That finale when you begin to list the things you are, "butterfly," "wolf," "apathy," etc. is so climactic. I hope you had a breather after writing this. Regardless, it's beautiful and so emotional, and that's why I love it.

    • A Boy With Roses

      This comment is so sincere and sweet, especially because it was hell to write and edit. There were many different variations, longer stanzas, different titles, periods I didn't think it would come to fruition.
      The poem is mostly from the perspective of loss, which is a big factor in what will be my debut collection, Flowers for the Wild Ones, and I'm very fond of it. Thank you for reading and take care.

    • PoetVids - I am WriteBeLight only in Video Version :)

      I agree with Rocky Lagou! Rocky expressed so well what you are trying to say. Very visual writing as well!

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