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Nabi Jul 6
Within the purple walls
of my dorm room
a quiet heart began to flutter.
Perhaps it started when you wrote:
"Artemis, happy not valentines day"
on the day after fourteenth
and made it much more special
with an overused brown paper bag
and a Chuck Palahniuk.

Now at home, even within the white walls
of my own room--
I'm missing you.
my quiet heart has just been silenced
but you're there
in every The Flash episode I watch
in every taro drink I get
and in every text message I receive
hoping
for the slightest chance
of you being there.
Because, after all, you are
the Orion I could only ache for from afar.
It's always you, whom I miss
It reminds me of the perfect blue
on purple sky,
I attach him on a beguiling lullaby retracting the memories of the sea
where the strings like constellations
connect us; You can never be apart from the ocean.
"You can never be apart from the ocean."
rig May 23
red
room: || hk still got it.

i forget the meaning of
the word constellation.
it’s been a while. look,
the bears. polaris. and
that’s – uh – cassiopeia.
yeah, when i was little i
was fascinated by all of
this i didn’t understand.

          i brought a book for us.

the thing with all these
symbols here is that i
keep mixing them up,
stripping away all the
meaning they have had
for millennia and just
gifting them mine own.
(is that a… forestfire?)

          oh, eyelash on your cheek.          i got it.

                                                            ­     (ah. the sun. right.)
                                                         ­                            (pretty.)
An entire cosmic universe.
Asteroids, stars, and galaxies.
One in a billion,
Still, you're the one to see.
Light-years turn to eons,
Time will set you free.
But you, my dear constellation,
Shine for infinity.
dorian green Jan 22
at what point
in human evolution
did we earn
a benevolent god?

did the phytoplankton
get a god?
the apes?
who is the deer praying to
when it finds out
in the end, heaven and headlight coalesce—
libation hits the tar and we know
it’s all we’ll ever leave behind.

maybe
the definition of humanity begins
at the simple hope
of all this work
being worth something.
Jaicob Dec 2020
I'll dance in the graceful moonlight
I'll sing with the mourning crows..
I'll walk with you at midnight
On routes we seldom go.

We'll walk away to Rome.
I'd love to go with you.
Anywhere is peaceful there
My eyes leak fresh morning dew.

I look into your eyes, waiting
For a response to me.
Hoping you'll smile back down
And use the pronoun 'we'

My heart swoons, creeping
Along at lazy pace
And finally speeding up again
When it's me whom you embrace.

After sitting next to you,
And staring at the stars,
Finding constellations,
And mapping adventures far,

My eyelids close then silently,
And in your arms I fall under.
Now sleeping peacefully,
My dreams pique wonders.
Pasquino Dec 2020
The gleam in their eyes,
broken.
Shattered into a million glints,
morphine.

The calm to their stormy minds.
Shards of fire make constellations:
burn the sky, bleeding lights,
the myths of our celebrations.
With a special dedication to the Orion constellation, which, if one is lucky, one can see at night.
Hammad Nov 2020
In the constellation of Love
Doubts are like Black holes
They will consume the stars,
The Galaxies
that you had built
Together...
Alice Nov 2020
in the end, I suppose
we are all collapsing stars

burning bright until the very end
even if we are alone,
thousands of galaxies away
many don't see us until
we're gone
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