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awknight Jul 5
I write the unspeakable
I see letters capitalizing
the things I cannot say

To look at you and whisper
“I love you”
rises fear from
deep within my soul.

So like the rest of my fears
I wrote them down

Only this time,
I laid it in your hands.
awknight Jun 23
I guess its the way
you wrap yourself around me
and the way I fit in the spaces
between your breaths  
as lavender smoke fills the room
and my mind fills with words unspeakable
and our bodies find each other
in the dimmed light
under the spell of the moon.
awknight Jun 9
Dearest Lover,

I write because I am scared
to speak.
Taboo to the world, I have
within myself become closed.
I wish so badly to tell you to run,
run from who I am —
even though you claim to know.

If you do, why are you here?

I see the moon in upside-down phases,
the sun does not shine through my
dirty windows.
I wear the universe on me
and keep it within me.

People have thrown me to the
skies, thinking I would not shine.

Looking back, they see my gleaming
light shooting at them faster than
their mind can comprehend.
It is only then they wish to pull me
close — pull me from the sky they
tossed me too.

Dearest lover,
join me
I can be your Regulus.
are we ever not afraid of ourselves?
SoZaka Mar 3
baby goat
tiptoes on a teeter totter
finding balance is a heavy burden
keeping her on her own

little lion
sleeps soundly at a Sunday sermon
waking early is quite a chore
so he dreams his life away

she bounds past as his service lets out
light as a feather and free of doubt

he awakens to find her sleeping
and wonders what she could be dreaming about
You bathe at night; soak
in the indigo twilight.
Exhausted from the
overload of emotion,
the lunar light cleansed your soul.

Charming and cunning,
like the lion, you stalk your
prey. Find the weakness
and exploit it; start the fire,
and then claim your innocence.

You are the end and
beginning of the cycle.
Take the heat, and rise from the
ashes in your final form.

Water bearer, you
bring life to this alien
landscape. Barren and
undiscovered, this is your
chance to change the world. Long live
your work of innovation.

Tree branch rib cage and
ivy veins that nurture your
winter-bitten soul.
Precious sunlight has returned;
your garden will bloom again.

The war going on
inside your brain is growing
tiresome. Your strength
is that of the ram, but you
can't always be the hero.

Submersion. Scared and
eye-level with the Angler.
Take pleasure in the
aesthetic. Perhaps a change
of perspective was needed.

Sagittarius (Father Jupiter Would Be So Proud):
Goddess of the hunt,
your need for adventure and
fearless heart combines
and incarnates the wander-
lust warrior that you are.

Eyes like a doe; she
is wise, nurturing, and vast.
Motherly strength is
the coat worn over bared bones
and bruised knees. She's her own crutch.

Neither side of your
scale may touch the ground.
Chaos may welcome
you with open arms, but she
will grow cold and deranged, love.

Though you are stubborn,
your heart is made of feather,
you fierce, burly ox.
Romantic and devoted,
the darkness in you is gold.

Gemini (The Twin Flame):
How exciting and
infuriating it must
be to look in the
mirror to face your best friend
and your greatest enemy.
What's your sign? Can you relate to any of these?
Sara Mares Oct 2017
A delicate dance of horn and nail
The bull with his horns, eager to impale
The lion with her nails sharp and sure
She lunges first, a swipe like a blur
The bull, he waits to contemplate
To charge in blind is chancing fate
He stands up tall and strong and sound
Then drags his hoof across the ground
He lowers his head, not distracted by
The lions dance, though smooth and sly
With muscles drawn and pulled in tight
He barrels forward ready to fight
The lion dances side to side
Then sinks nails deep into his hide
He screams in rage and throws his head
Passion consumes and the bull sees red
He swings around and horns connect
With the lions neck as she tries to deflect
Blood seeps forth and the lion cries
The bull has broken her fearless disguise
The warriors tangle and dodge and attack
The bull with scratches across his back
The lion with gouges deep and jagged
Both of them fight until breath draws ragged
Suddenly stillness all around
Pulls both of the warriors to the ground
Neither one yielding, unwilling to bend
A fiery fight until the end
Seema Oct 2017
The stars shone bright
I searched for Leo
It didn't rain last night
So easily located my cleo

The sparkles up so high
I am down here watching
My throats running dry
Some drinks I am fetching

Smiling with a roaring pride
I kept my eyes upon the sign
A shooting star took a ride
Seemed right in my glass of wine

The beautiful beast rests in the sky
I am getting up to say goodnight
Before I become a twinkle in its eye
I need to switch off this light

But my life isn't near to expire
As I have plans to settle
No time to give up and retire
Until I combat each of my battle...

Harry Roberts Oct 2017
Sad like a Lion
With tears like  a clown
Lonely in his jungle
An observer wears no crown.

Celestial in the rough,
Cut to perfection
With the absence of affection,
Till i dim enough.

And the crows caw,
The sky dark blue.
Heavy with vapour
That quickens into dew,
Then it drops.

The ball pops
Hope, like a rabbit,
Away it hops.
BA Khan Sep 2017
Leo was happy till the storm came to the woods
The trees flew like leaves and chaos all around,
Is this then the world for which one strives day and night,
Hark man.. forget this frenzy and go to the land where time stands still..!
On this one leave your thoughts..
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