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Taylor Moore Oct 2014
Tumble backwards
Trip on air
Bump an elbow
Bruise a hip

Clumsiness paints my body black and blue
Sick yellows curl around burst vessels
like constellations
against my midnight

I’d cover them
but why
hide the universe
Jessica Evans Nov 2014
I want someone who sees my freckles as galaxies
And my scars as stories.
Who tells me my eyes are beautiful
And that my crooked teeth are charming.
I need someone who makes me feel as happy
As I feel when I write poetry.
Who makes me realize that I don’t need a lover,
But sometimes it’s okay to want one.
Then I realize as I trace the freckles on my arm,
That I already see them as galaxies.
And I know the stories behind my scars.
My eyes are my favorite feature
And **** my crooked teeth are awesome.
I write poetry and it makes me happy,
So why do I want a person to share that with?
I have everything here,
I love myself more than anyone could ever love me.
I found this in my old notes and cried a little
Just Melz Nov 2014
Tracing the patterns
                       of the stars
          Onto the peaks
    and ridges
                      of your spine
Seeing
        the galaxies
                    and universes
       Of all those
                   trillions,
          I only want
              YOU
      to be *mine
Layla Thurman Nov 2014
Your eyes hold within them
a hundred tiny stars
each iris its own galaxy
stretching on for miles
Can you see your stars
when you look in the mirror
were the little galaxies born there
or did you simply capture them from the sky?
Sam Knaus Oct 2014
You
They say that human eyes
can hold galaxies,
constellations.
Maybe that explains why
every time I look into yours,
I feel infinite.
Like there’s no star
I couldn’t reach.
alex Oct 2014
So many songs remind me of you that I can't listen to the radio anymore in fear that every song that comes on will sound like its pouring out of your mouth. My mother saw that all of my nails were chewed off. She had a sad look in her eyes. I guess it's because she knows I only do it when I'm sad. She never could figure out what it was I saw in you. No one could really. Maybe it’s because you always smelled like smoke and bit your lips until they bled.  But behind your green eyes I saw galaxies. I saw a place far away. I guess every time we kissed I ran a little farther from home. You were my escape from reality but now the pain is realer than ever. I guess what I'm saying is you shouldn't build homes out of people because bones break and hearts come spilling out and when they said you would ruin me, oh did they mean it.
© Alexandrea Biggs
LiviKawa Oct 2014
My body
Is made of
Strings of stems
Linked together
With budding flowers
Emanating the
Most wonderful scents

It's made of
Beauty
Confidence
And millions of
Galaxies

But this shell
Is the only thing
You can see
And oh how
I wish to show you
The things that grow
Within me

Because then
Maybe you'd show
Me yours too
And I might get
A chance to discover
The Blues and Blacks
That make up the stars
In your veins
Makena Greer Oct 2014
I ******* shoved galaxies into your hands and you have me nothing in return
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