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elle jaxsun Jul 2018
sometimes it seems there
is no escape from your mind
when life twists your light.

you can't recognize
yourself anymore after
all your stars collide.

on the horizon
of the black hole in your life
full of lessons past.

self-destructive mind
remembering the heartbreak,
the ungentle death

of a giant cloud,
pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.

but you still feel small.
smaller than the Earth you walk
that is smaller than

the Sun it circles
around, that is smaller than
the galaxy it

floats in, smaller than
the universe they reside.
But they don't know they're

small, and neither should
you, full of galaxies. you
are a universe.

but a universe
can yield violence beyond
comprehension. with

every heartbreak, and
with every tear, a lesson
making you think twice--

did i do this right?
everything has a lifespan,
not a forever.

these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.
Fall2014
s Jul 2018
If you cover me
entirely
as a fog

Then I will warm you
entirely
as a sun
random old piece
I wish I had someone to dedicate this to
B May 2018
When you've got a brain like mine
It holds onto your words like life rafts
Adrift on a sleepless sea for weeks at a time
They swirl and fester in black ink cauldrons
Double double all the toil and most the trouble
The fire still burns amidst the rubble
Breeze-Mist Apr 2018
There's a little voice inside my head
Telling me all the places I could be instead
And every day, the more I grow
I yearn and ache to get up and go
I keep on smiling, like I'm having fun
But you have no idea how much I want to run
Had the idea for this one for a few years now.
Less shootings,
more intimate body groovings.
B Mar 2018
Awake
I can feel myself falling
Into old habits and new people
A too-long torturous "What if?"
That leaves a tightness in my chest
And an emptiness in the words
Of these few poetic adjourns
Til that elusive sleep returns
Phenomenological Jan 2018
A simple smile to yourself
A love that never moves
Star BG Oct 2017
Time to wake up...
to write a poem
Shower, feeling the healing water--
and write a psalm.
Time to be energized by rising sun...
to write a rhyme
Move below blue
and sometimes cloudy skies...
and write a doggerel.
Sit down to dinner opposite deep beautiful eyes...
to write a poesy.
Time to look at the grand star studded sky...
and write a couplet.
Look, I see a shooting star.
Time to make a wish dreaming
of more sonnets to write.
All to illustrate
the portfolio
of a poetess's life.

FOR I
am a walking, living poem.


StarBG © 2017
Just thinking about how poems are in everything.
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