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kat victoria Apr 8
i had constellations in my bones
and stars in my soul
that faded into a black hole
the nights you didn’t come home
sadbadhabits Mar 17
it starts off like this,
I hold his face in the palm of my hand
and lean in for a kiss.
suddenly, reality is nonexistent
and it’s just him & I.
I look into his eyes,
and discover my favorite constellation
are the heavenly stars  
gleaming in his eyes.
as he tells me im beautiful,
I get this feeling in my body
that feels so right to me
and I feel like this is where I belong.
my lips on his
my skin against his
my eyes lost into his
this is where my heart belongs.
sixpoetry Mar 14
i fall into you
as if i am a star
being thrown into
a new constellation
and you are my astronomer
telescope in hand
longing to get lost
in the worlds that fill my skies
sixpoetry Feb 23
two kids
young and dumb
chasing constellations
and the touch of their lover
wanting nothing more
than to fall off the map
and into the arms of each other
Asiah Mangham Feb 20
They say Capricorns are fearless but also reckless.

We're fearless because we have this idea that the earth works on its own. What is to happen will.
Yet...
We are reckless when it comes to the heart. There's this visual of this perfect love that we seem to think is capable with every intimate soul we meet. When that is not the love we intend to require we drop everything and run.

Our sanity and peace of mind means more than others. Not to be absurd but we are disturbingly at peace with ourselves and that balance is to precious to be broken.

Because I don't think you understand, we are the constellation of determination yet ambition. We are magical yet a majestic sign. We dance like lilies and communicate like lovers at 2am. We are dangerous because we know the balance but simply don't care.
We can't wreck what was never there
We can't fear what we can't see
Yaryna Feb 19

This winter I think about you, not about how it snows.

Not about which sweater is warmer to wear.

As a moonlight, you appeared on my threshold.

And why my life before you wasn't fair?

Read me as cards, spreading them on the bed.

Interpret my kisses as Venus's message.

You know, my name don't exist in those books that unread.

With you, there's lack of the air of a seamless atmosphere.

At night, the stars die away, falling over your shoulders.

From my skin, I wash away all the curses of others' hands.

Coin your name on my lips and do whisper,

That is me, your favorite of all pseudosciences.

Do not tell about me anyone except the Moon.

It's too intimate so that I live in someone else's head.

I am passionate and free in your heart, as Sagittarius constellation.

You're on my neck, like the chains of comets that are raspberries.

Promise, if I'm lost, you will be looking for me in your dreams.

In the labyrinths of the milky ways and thousands of solar years.

I will keep this magic in black and white pictures.

And once I will give it to universe forward for hundreds of centuries.
Yaryna Feb 19

My dear dreamy boy, who came from Moon
Is it already spring in February?
.I believe you saw me crying like this before.
You knew your love for me was temporary.

It's warmer on the streets than ever was.
Maybe it's because you left my town.
Am I able to know why'd you put us on pause?
Why with this winter grief you have stolen my crown?

My dear dreamy boy, do you feel enough?
To have another broken heart in your collection.
Is it really true love when it's gentle then tough?
So I'm asking the stars that formed your constellation.

I have read all my books and cleaned every window
Still not enough to fill my space without you here.
Every time in my dreams, you appear as a hero.
That tragic one, probably killed by Shakespeare.

My dear dreamy boy, could we do it any better?
To live through lows and highs and never give it up?
Too sad that I was picking up the pieces that you shatter
And couldn't hold the fire from your hands that easily erupt.

I won't have any questions 'cause you gave me an answer.
So do it as you do, let's cut the last one string,
You did just great destruction as for a fragile Cancer.
It's February, dreamy boy, but still, it feels like spring.
I have had enough of lovers
Wishing to be the sun in my sky
And creating diurnal dependencies
That block half its dome at a time.

To shine with such effulgence
Should be an honor all my own.
Who else is my constant companion?
Who else sets my caverned heart 'glow?

Instead, let all that is loved by me
Be a dazzling array of constellations,
Each brilliant Sirius and Betelgeuse
Whirling, returning through my seasons.

And if I should find such a Star again,
Let them be not Sol, but instead, Polaris -
Gleaming steadfast, in their own region,
Never dipping 'neath horizon's terrace,

Their simply existing
A northward guide
Keeping me truthfully
Aligned.
Pyrrha Feb 12
I would cover you head to toe in the most dazzling darkest of lace
but you shine so brightly that even the darkest of fabrics and cloth
could never sheathe your radiant glow and contain your luster

I wish I could hide you away in a place so very dark, so secure
I'd bury you in a billion rose petals to blanket your eyes, your lips
to keep you from the world of temptation, ****, and sins

If only I was selfish enough to take you a million worlds away
away from this unworthy and inadequate life of insecurity
fear of losing you takes over my being, I fear someone else will see

all your beauty and light seeping from the flower beds
glowing from under all that lace and spilling into the world
filling all those tainted people with thoughts of stealing you away

but I can't keep you to myself, I'll not allow such selfish actions
I can't keep the sun, the moon, and the stars from the earth
you are needed for warmth and sustenance, to control the ocean

You are the light that decorates the night sky with illumination
as if the sky was kissed by glitter, you make up every constellation
you are my shooting star, safe to view and wish upon from afar
Ru Jan 20
his eyes held the stars;
they shined like
starlight was
contained in those eyes.
when he cried,
it was like a galaxy
running down his cheeks;
and when he smiled,
his starry eyes turned
into crescent moons that
could light up her world
- and he was her constellation

but eventually,
all stars burn out,
don't they?
he was no longer hers, and never hers in the first place; he belonged to the night sky, where he could genuinely shine.
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