Others promised
to fill your eyes
with stars. Only stars.
But I will populate
your mind with galaxies,
complete the space
with swirling clouds
of asteroids and
black holes to swallow
your sadness. After all,
stars are obviously bright
and beautiful, but alone.
I will help to discover
somewhere within yourself
the need to create
constellations of us,
where our myths
and morals intertwine.
You and I and our
moments, syzygy.
Gravity only exists,
so we can fall together
but still weightless
to see that our mass
doesn’t affect our matter.
How stars collapse
under their own weight,
fading out, is so unlike
the way we expand
amongst the cosmos,
heavenly bodies of ours
joining the rest in the halo,
interstellar where I will
cascade over you, a pulsar
radiating waves of energy.
These shockwaves form
a singularity of us,
with no time or direction
but we know what we are;
a meteor shower for those
still simply Earth bound.
Gazing into the sun, they
promised stars, blinded.
Blinding, our explosion
of formation from nothing.
Let there be planets
where beings flourish
and evolve, and I will
gift you their moons,
the craters filled with
dust of my words hidden
where no winds can
ever disturb them.
They promised you
stars, so you can become
a satellite and orbit
and worship their light.
I will give myself,
a supernova, and you
will learn to craft galaxies
so I can explore them
within you, and revel at
the beauty of the unknown.
Our universe won’t fit
in their telescopes.


**V. K.

Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some rest.

She hugs her tear stained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound

Others see her in the day
And think she's doing well
But everyday as evening sets
She enter her own hell

Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.

-kp

Tears shed
Hearts abled
People wave goodbye
And I wish it was a lie

I cry away in solitude
In my sulking attitude
I want to be alone
Completely lone

To cry away
To shed the tears
To get away
From the life of gray

I hate you, I say
Why couldn’t you stay
Why am I like this
Completely without bliss?

The feeling of loneliness
You take away my wholeness
Why did it happen
What happened to my passion?

Why is everything so black?
I just want to have you back
I feel so empty
So full of memory

But even if you did reappear
It might have been a year,
It wouldn’t be the same
You would have a new flame

So I say this: Farewell, Friend

The ache in the soul
The pang of anguish
That tears a hole
Into my heart-sadness

The rage you feel in your essence,
Anger for what happened
Fury coursing through your veins
For your soul that blackened -Anger

The sting of tears
Rushing down your cheek
Bringing back all fears
Reminding you that you’re weak-realization

The waiting linger
of the past
Lights, getting dimmer
Gone so fast- regret

And you recall their smile
Their bright eyes
The clothing style
And words of the wise- Memory, wishes

The denial and grief
All at the same time
Trying to keep it it brief
But always in the back of your mind-denial, insecurity

Full of sorrow
And remorse
With no hope for tomorrow
And anger to withhold-hopelessness

The difficulty of affliction
The worry of distress
Full of addiction
And burdened with stress-worry

The pain of the end
Parting of a companion
and loss of a friend
To lose hope-final acceptance

Drops of snow
Fires will glow
A white sunrise
It is winter

Biting cold
Flakes of gold
A dark dusk
It is winter

Icy breeze
Flowers freeze
A gray afternoon
It is winter

Stinging gust
White dust
A silver evening
It is winter

Piercing ice
Wintry spice
An ebony twilight
It is winter

J,
I painted a picture of the deep blue sea today.
Mrs. A said she loved how I put the sea in the shape of a sphere
Going from a deep sapphire, to a light cerulean,
Until it reaches an inky blackness in the middle.
Such art.

I said thank you.

I didn't tell her about your blue eyes,
And how they reminded me of the sea.
And the air and the heat,
And the earth and life.

I didn't tell her how it feels,
When your eyes glaze over me
Like my soul carries no body.

E asked me this week
If I still collected sharpeners,
Before she whispered about how you got engaged.

I'm so happy for you.
Honestly:
I'm so happy for you it hurts.

I think she wished I hadn't heard her.
I bought more sharpeners that day.

I saw Dr. O yesterday.
She asked me if I still heard your voice
When everything's dead at night.
I know you're not wondering:
But I do.

She asked me if I'm taking my meds,
And sometimes I don't want to,
And sometimes I just want to take them all at once,
But I said I did.

She asked me about the letters.
I told her I filled my fifth box that day.

She told me to stop,
Because they weren't doing me any good.

That's why I wrote you a poem today.
I hope you don't mind.

I saw you with her this evening,
And your family,
And her family.
That's a lovely ring.

I know you're doing well,
And I know you're loved.

I hope you will always stay golden.
Really. I mean it.

Happy Holidays.