Poetry corner

Do you look at the stars, wondering who you are? Seeking a wish of hope, that cleanses less than soap? You found a pure dream, clear as day your face beams. Stepping out going beyond fate, pushing past the blocks by the gate. This world has many locked doors, enough to make anyone full of sores. Many stop while others progress, regardless of what you decide I digress.

I like this poem it's called monologue of an onion "I don't mean to make you cry. I mean nothing, but this has not kept you From peeling away my body, layer by layer, The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit. Poor deluded human: you seek my heart. Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union Of outside and in, surface and secret core. Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot. Is this the way you go through life, your mind A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth, Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin From things, ruin and tears your only signs Of progress? Enough is enough. You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed Through veils. How else can it be seen? How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil That you are, you who want to grasp the heart Of things, hungry to know where meaning Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice, Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to You changed yourself: you are not who you are, Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins. And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart, Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love, A heart that will one day beat you to death."

im bad at poetry, and personally dont have an inclination toward it in general, but this really, really struck me. so beautiful https://i.imgur.com/BRKno7o.jpg