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glassea Apr 2015
do you hear me, stars?
draw me into your constellation, cassiopeia.
tell me how you were once beautiful.
i'll tell you that you still are.

do you hear me, sky?
orion hunts comets, supernovas, galaxies.
every night, he catches them all.
he lets them go alive.

do you hear me, moon?
tonight perseus and andromeda escape
to the milky way, sing over neptune.
feel them in venus' dunes.

do you hear me, earth?
tomorrow i'll count the countless stars.
if you knew how to measure infinities
you'd discover our worth.

do you hear me, stars? (i know you do.)
hercules, break open my heart.
teach me the secrets inside.
Grizzo Apr 2015
You are my
favorite,

the first

I could pick out,

among far off lights
in chaos.

You shone to me
in Strawn, Texas
when I was a child
with my grandfather
on his deer lease.

You were the last
I saw before bed,

You were still there
when we woke
in the early morning.

You are a hunter too,
your bow pointed forth,
and sword
hung low,
like the gods
used the stars
to sketch something
inappropriate,
like the sky was their science
journal from
middle school.

You followed me
like the bear.

I saw you
on Fall nights
in college,
on my back
in my backyard
with burnt ash
on my T-shirt,
through an
unfocused
tequila telescope.

But now, in this city,
I don't see you
as often, or maybe
I've seen you the wrong
way all along.

Maybe like we see the world
from the floor down,
we see you hunting the bear
when in mirrored reality, you run
from the beast

and I can't blame you
because we all
do,

or maybe
you're not even there
anymore,
we just don't know it
yet, because as fast as things
change, like
youth,
seasons,
perceptions,

Maybe you've burnt out,

Maybe the bear caught you
swallowed you whole
into his black-

stomach.

Maybe I should
start running
so he doesn't
catch me too.
NaPoWriMo #5 using the prompt from day 2.
Amitav Radiance Mar 2015
Blazing stars across the sky
Night’s come alive with celebrations
Gorgeous display across the dark
So many things do fade away
But sheer brilliance gives hope
Many dark corridors will be lit up
The constellations know the secret
Roy Feb 2015
She
She was lovely
With hair that fell in soft curls
And skin that was soft and light
Her freckles were like stars
Forming constellations
And her eyes were like the sky
That had married with the sea
And moss that grew on the edges
Of great boulders
She was strong
She was lovely
She could move mountains
But she never saw herself as such
Like Aphrodite she was perfect
But she saw Hephaestus everyday
How do you make the sun see itself?
The moon reflects its light
But the sun never cares
She was the sun
I was the moon
She was lovely
But she never knew.
Open wide,
you’re a universe I want to explore.
I want to dance through the galaxies in your heart.
Let me swim through to the farthest constellations of your mind
I’d love to burn up in a supernova inside your eyes.
I’d die blissfully beneath your blazing skies.
You burn so bright
I’ll never live to see another dark night.
Is it true?
Could you be mine?
Taylor St Onge Feb 2015
sunspot
sunrise
sunshine
moonshine
i lick you off my lips like strawberry
                                             pineapple
                                             grape              ­    juice
                                             a fine wine that i’ve never drunk.

asteroid belt
orion’s belt
daddy’s belt
i am opening the door a crack for you only to slam it in your face—i am
waiting for you to knock
             to pound your fist against the gate
             to break your hand on the wood
                                 i am waiting for you to say that you love me
                                 and i am waiting for myself to believe it completely
                                 (i think you do but i am still afraid you might leave me)

((jupiter has 67 moons and i think that i might be
                        each and every single one of them)).

oort cloud
smoke cloud
the burning ash of my father’s lit cigar flicking onto my hands
i am awake at night and thinking about how you no longer taste like lung
                                                                ­                                       mouth
                                                                ­                            kidney        cancer.
my grandfather almost died of prostate cancer
my friend is dying of brain cancer
my father will probably die of liver cancer
                                                          ­ there is not enough space in the cosmos
                                                          ­ for all of us, is there?                   … God?

meteorite
meteoright
i am trying to sleep without your face in the back of my neck
                                                      hand on the back of my hand
                                                      leg tangled around the back of mine
i am trying to telepathically whisper my secrets into your ears
                                                       but the only problem is that i have not yet
                                                             ­  mastered  this  form  of  communication—
          i think that everything would be so much easier if i just didn’t feel.
language poem I wrote for my poetry portfolio last semester.
Barely visible
in a city built in darkness,
between columns of twinkling lights,
a luminous grin looks
upon those without bricks,
and crumbling minds.
Gracing the black void,
reaching hidden
bones
that dread the pure light
that can expose them.
They sip leaking glass
in unlit streets,
dreaming of green fields,
yearning to grasp the flesh of
hope.
Lauren Marie Jan 2015
I cannot articulate
The number of causes we drifted away
Some things remain unexplained.

Every sea has it’s storm
The moon waxes, and tides wave.

There is a reason we have seasons
The Earth is titled at a 23.5 Degree
We cycle through our Yearly journey
Passing through different sensations and feelings.

Most things are unpredictable.
At least we have the constant constellations;
Hercules and Orion,
Leo the Lion.

Reminders of Inner Strength
Look Outside Yourself
And into the sky.

The constellations Shape
The lines we trace
Map out the way
We Are Made.

The future is uncertain.
Do not lose faith.

The darkest skies
And New Moon,
Bring the most Dazzling Stars
Into View.

Our magnitude
Is Brighter than Sirius,
Vega, and Arcturus.

All the stars combined
Could never out-shine
The incandescent light you are.

Dear Beautiful Star,
Stay close by my side.
No matter how I far I go,
Help me know
I am never alone.
Though independently we shine,
We all rest together in the sky.
When all that you need
is the company of ones soul,
and you cannot bear the sound
of your mothers yelling,
your devastating thoughts,
or the laughter,
know that I will be waiting.

If the world is deep in slumber,
I will remain by your side beneath the stars
until you find your way to reach them.

If the world is not yet still,
I will remain until the last light
flickers away, until you find comfort
in yourself.

Whether you are beneath or above
the constellations of the sky,
know that I will be waiting
until someday when you,
are amongst the brightest.
Until all of your dreams,
are finally true.
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