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 Jan 2018 Devon Gonzalez
ryn
When all else
has been
flogged by time,
beaten by uncertainty
and consumed
by the earth...

All that’s left...

Is the salt
disowned by
indulgent cascades.
Constellations
Traced for hours
In the dark of night.
Stars and planets
In a universe known
Only to my sight.
Fingers drenched in stardust
From a world that
Knows only my touch.
Senses overstimulated
By a melodic nebula
That draws in my love.
And
I could stare daily
Into the light of
That hidden milky way.
Stare evermore
Into the wonders
Of that universe
That you embody
Filled to infinity
With those precious
And forever blooming
Constellations.
 Jan 2018 Devon Gonzalez
Eudora
Release the thoughts
and daunting images,
from the prison of this mind.

Allow peace,
trust and faith,
to remedy these exhausted breaths.

Knead sincerity,
wisdom and positivity,
into this growing passion.

Efface the insecurities
and depressed inner voices
from this feeble self.

Fuel this heart
with goodness, patience,
strength and kind selfless love.

To keep going and living,
one day at a time

*as the earth takes another trip around the sun.
Sometimes I forget that people change. The people you've been with won't stay with you for long. I get so used to being a part of a group that when I'm back to being a singular or solitary molecule, it feels heartbreaking.

I tend to forget that people change. Like from solid to liquid to gas. Shifting forms as they grow. Blowing up, deflate, compress; changing their mentality, preferences and their whole being to suit their surroundings.

I honestly keep forgetting the part that we'll never really remain solid. We're real life forms, changing into complex, different states of matter. And sometimes when I think there are only three states, I discover that they change into a fourth one. Or more. And I can't remain the same as what I prefer or feel comfortable with.

-m.b
As a creature of habit and insecurity, I find changes hard and terrifying. Like losing my grip on things I thought was stable
 Jan 2018 Devon Gonzalez
olivia
I think in terms of space dust
rocks and dirt and eyes of mud
rocks and stars and desire of sun
burns above my belly button
i could cough it up, i could just gag myself and throw it up
it's really hard for me, though, to do things i don’t want to do
so i make space inside my stomach for a love that’s hard to stomach
And I wanna roam around Mars with you.
And I wanna roll around Venus with you.
Later?
Did you mean: later? Or did you mean: never?
My empathetic receptors curse me with the knowledge of what you want before you even know
My abounding empathy whips, long and hard; I’m sweaty and she makes me not ask
So I just assume that I occupy your head space too.
And oh dear God, I hope I have real estate in your space too.
writeaboutlove
What have we evolved to be?
Genes and phenes are all I see.
I view traits where genetic flood gates make one look like another,
Where mothers have their mother's eyes
And smiles alike their brothers.
double helix - Ive always been fascinated by genetic inheritance and what makes us who we are
Words ,they were never mine
Nor ,did they ever mind
When ,used  them
For the thoughts confined

Words ,
Belong to the ones
Who invented them

There is no belonging ,
In 'There'
A privilege that is theirs
And
'Their' , alone to belong

Meanings they hold yes ,
With each other they differ

In dictionaries you'd find
Words never flock together
Separate Entities ,
As Dignitaries
They stand ,
Grand

Thoughts are the ones
Ours , we can Proclaim
In words , one can Reclaim
I trace the stars on your skin
Trail my roughened fingertips
Through the patterns in your constellations.
An astronaut to search your spiraling star system
I map your every region in height, depth, breadth,
Every atom to be thoroughly examined
Until a single touch from me
Sets to a pink blush your galaxy
 Jan 2018 Devon Gonzalez
matthew
The astronaut wonders why
His heart still beats in time,
When there's no one left to love.

He grips his chest and cries,
Tears dripping from his sorry eyes,
Mourning the ones he lost.

He glances off into the galaxy,
Hoping anyone could see
Him trapped;

Stuck in space.
I wear the void like Sunday dress,
I wrap myself in nothingness
far away from solid ground
moons exploding without sound...

I spin around my weightless self.

Shining stars of every color
welcome me like long lost lover,
sending stardust to my aid
telling me "You shouldn't stay"

...but still in the void I float.
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