astro eyes

astro eyes Feb 2018

i wish
you were
still around
so i
could share
my words
and make
you melt.

astro eyes Feb 2018

since losing you
i have written my best work

losing you has
tossed words my way
hard and fast
pouring out
from the jug
that is my brain

losing you has
shown me i matter
no man needed
for my worth to be worthy

losing you hurt
and i mourned
while drunk on wine
but i am stronger
for it

losing you
still stings

losing you
made me bitter
hatred for love
the bitter taste
of loss
a swarm of bees
a hive
stinging at my soft, freckled skin

you liked my freckles

losing you made music
sweeter
i listen to it differently
flowers bloom
with every word i sing

losing you bared my soul
open wounds everywhere
my friends
picking up my body
carrying me to safety

losing you
taught me tears for boys
are temporary
that love from within
is forever

losing you
still stings

but
losing you
showed me the kind of
gorgeous person i am
and without you
or him or them
i will remain to be

astro eyes Feb 2018

intertwined.

intertwined,
with a lover,
tender kisses,
curled in the curves,
of skin and skeletons,
a duo,
a pair,
together.
scents,
creating perfume,
sheets,
twirled like a tornado,
body heat,
an ember,
erupts into fire.

beating hearts,
the same pace,
breathing slow,
speeding up,
pulse racing,
sweat,
dripping.

inside my love,
the expression of pleasure,
colours her skin,
watercolours,
burst into flames.

my love inside me,
his energy,
powerful and strong,
explosion,
a volcano.

intertwined,
eyes locked,
laughter,
kisses so tender,
and
love is the only
thing found here.

astro eyes Jan 2018

two poets, four elements

the mountain on which i perch from
stains the horizon like a coffee mark on crisp linen
i'm like a shelf collecting dust
musty books line my weathered surfaces
knowledge spilled across yellowed pages
age contributes to my value

wrinkles on pages

i don't know what to say
i'm actually putting this in here
clutching at straws
tossing errant thoughts on paper
like a two year old gratifying a fresh painted wall
all the things i want to say, i wish i could articulate

in one word

like a boat on troublesome water
waves crashing
i surrender myself, let the tide pull me in
let me lay with seaweed and bedrocks
heart strings be my anchor in the deepest seas
and the serenity of the beach of your thighs

be my respite

star glitter crackling on kindling winds
campfires cast faces in the midnight still
moonlit lovers sparks passions ablaze
skin on skin warmth out-burns the sun
burnt marshmallows like black holes
cool, charred and bitter

no longer sweet

"we should write something together"
& so this poem was born.

#friendswritingtogether

astro eyes Jan 2018

forest.

the word i identify
with the most
is
loss.

like a seed, 'loss' is planted into the earth
and will soon
be flowers.

x

the second word i identify
with the most
is
growth.

like a tree, tall and strong
'growth' will stand for 100 years
longer than ill ever be alive

but will adventure with me
until i die.

despite it all,
never lose sight of
what makes you feel alive.

astro eyes Jan 2018

J.

All this time I've been looking at it
Through a victims lens
Oh poor me
To have lost you
No longer an opportunity
Only felt your bed once
Sang in front of you
I never do that for anyone
We kissed and you never
Had the pleasure
Of meeting my curves
Caressing my grooves
Your skin never on my skin
You never will hear me laugh again
At your similar humour
We won't record a song
I won't watch you mix it
I saw this all
As a loss to me
Poor, poor little B
Alone again
(And without you).

But you
Are also alone
Again
Chose aloneness,
Rather than togetherness.

It is you
Who has lost the most
This hurts me
I feel sorry for you
I think this says,
A lot about who I am.

Most of all,
I am unsure if you even know
what
you
have
truly
lost.

astro eyes Jan 2018

week one.

may the sunshine
find its way into your heart
clearing the debris
leaving its light
in the holes
that were empty
with blackness
birthing new life
into old wounds
forgotten but not released
from the cage it sits
nursing cuts and bruises
tourniquets wrapped around
like lolly wrappers
tightly
the bleeding stops
the skin begins the
repairing process
the heart pumps
the light into the body
from head to toe
attaching itself to every
fiber of this being
the harshness vacates itself
leeches no longer *******
the pureness of innocence
the small amount that she still retains
taken was everything else
except sanity
she kept that
despite all of the insanity
she was immersed in
of others, not her own

its almost a week since you said "you can't do this".
in that same amount of time, you've consumed my waking and sleeping mind and will continue to do so.
do I yours?

#lostopportunity #imissyou