Cosmos in her eyes
Solar systems speckled across her skin
Teeth of shining suns
Scars of waning moons rail thin
Hair woven with nebluas
Skin made of stardust
Dark matter etched under her fingernails
Solar wind flowing through her lungs
Interstellar dust collects in her veins
Her heart a comet in the sky
Her smile as dwarf star
And a soul made of twisting and swirling colors burning hotter than the day
Stitched together in cloth of flesh
Hidden deep inside broken clay and yet
Despite the black hole clawing at her mind
This starchild won’t leave
I am made of galaxies

You cannot **** me

The orange sky paints her with fierce peace
As imperfect and lovely  as her
***** and wiry hair in the wind
Marked and pale skin reflectance of the pink sky hues
Alone she sits
On the edge of the bridge
A bottle in her hand
A smile as conflicted as an eclipse
She watches as the sun reaches mid point,
An eternal equinox that lasts only a moment
Her eyes neither green nor brown
A beautiful muddied mess
Her clothes are torn but fitting
Her hands are fiddling aimless
As she basks in independence and utter loneliness
And for a moment, she understands the world
She understands life, the galaxy, the earth
She feels her imperfections but her utter love for herself
And for a moment nothing hurts
And all as well
Then the sun continues to move,
And time resumes
Another sip out of the bottle
Another bittersweet smile and happiness mottled
But she knows what she knows
Has felt what she has felt
Looking at dawn or dusk
She looks at herself
Rising and falling,
In a beauty of furious colors
Bright and burning,
Ending and beginning,
Sunrise and Sunset girl
When do you know if you are winning?

in twilight's dusk are most furious
those sounds heard when most are sound asleep can be curious
the tastes tasted of life's here and now
the scents
near and far
if taken serious
might bring a strong man to his knees
somehow, or a
cautious virtuous woman
to her demise,
so tend the echoes carefully
see into the  myst most warily
behold the dawn with eyes open
smell like a scent hound
the variances
eye the echoes
as a bat
crawl
the corners careful

How long will your name create these shadows on the wall?
The thought of you; bring a man, who once thought he was immortal , to his knees ?

So this is my life
I am... here
Not much left to be feared
Not much flesh left to be seared

A mind full of depression and hate
A body for all that to presentate
And to take also take any thing life has to reciprocate

But I still learned nothing from what people in my life demonstrated
And yet I am still devastated
If I knew life was tainted then why am I so degraded
So frustrated
So mutilated
So... Lost

I could give it a retry but why
I could say good bye but why try
I could die but why try and say good bye when they wont even let you die

And so I am here
To dead inside to shed a tear
With allot more of life I have to endure
And the only thing I have to find a cure
Is what is here

Love isn't blind
Love sees more
And it is because
It sees more
That it is willing
To see less.