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Aparna Oct 21
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻,
𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓴𝔂?
[for you know how I long for summer]
daycrow Sep 13
oh, cyrus-
i know you never wanted to die.
     are you still in denial?
hades lives two doors down the street,
     and your bones are as cold as lenore's.
it was years ago, cyrus,
that they took you and hid you away.
Are you glad for the change,
     for the progress you've made,
or would you trade it all back for yesterday?
we can't help but look back

If anyone knows any other "oh" names I can use I would love to make this a 3-part series
Why do you mock me Orion?
You with your mighty bow in the sky. You reach with power and command the night. Renowned and revered with tales and epic on high. Your belt of three a guide to the lost.  And then there is me, trapped on this mortal plane with nothing but hopes and aspirations. I curse your name for I wish I could be up there. Be beside you and watch you pierce the northern star with your arrows. To dance amongst the stars in the celestial night. Amongst the zodiac to be welcomed as an equal. But alas, here I am trapped in pain and agony. Forced to wander the curse of man. Take me with you when I leave this place to your neon bands of light, flying loose into the black.
madison Feb 10
november through march
when the sun sleeps and the moon finds himself awake
i cast my eyes upon your shape.

three shining pearls complete your belt
the sisters alnitak, alnilam, and mintaka.
along with betelgeuse, bellatrix and the regal rigel
you are unmistakable.

with your club drawn and two canis at your feet
taurus and lepus quiver in fear at the sight of your mighty blade.
no constellation in either hemisphere could compete.

my swordsman of the sky
i cry when spring is reborn.
you are dormant once again
blocked by the sun’s bright rays
still present but indefinitely invisible until winter calls again.

-ms
Lizzie Oct 2019
I’m constantly pointing out constellations for people who will never see the same lust within them that I just cant live without. I don’t know why I still get excited to share the beauty of the stars with people who will never notice the passion in my eyes as they gaze up at Cassiopeia and Orion sharing the winter night sky above New York. My dreams are in those stars, caught in the webs of the constellations. My heart is in the moon and her ever changing face. My soul is lost in the galaxy in search of a long lost mate hidden beyond the planets. Someday i’ll know when my soul mate’s been found, on that day the passion in my eyes will be met with another just as strong.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
She wore her heartstrings on her sleeve. That nearly brought her to her knees.

She tried to stitch them close to the vest. The result was just a tangled mess.

Her tears flowed down like a raging river. She held herself but still she shivered.

She tied her hardships with a little white bow. Then wore it proudly for all to know.

She was soft like a lamb with a heart of a lion. Her soul was bound with the sisters of Orion.
Kitt Jan 2019
Orion hangs
dutifully over the
Building adjacent to mine
His sparkling features
resemble a warrior
Lean and strong and toned

As I sit alone here in my car
Music plays softly.
My phone is about to die
yet I pull out my notes to scrawl out
A memory in the making

One of those that wasn’t
of a particular event
—A moment frozen inside itself
for no apparent reason.
A moment frozen in my mind
for no other reason
Than for its sheer simplicity, mundanity
And yet its softness.

Thinking of you
is what makes this moment
so crystal clear and bold.
Remembering your smile
is what emblazons right now
in my mind.

Memories of you sparkle
like stars against ebony skies
and draw constellations in my heart
Tracing patterns and marking paths
we have walked together
and paths we have yet to take.

And so, to Orion
I cast my final thoughts
of the night.
Euphie Dec 2018
Quiet and strong.
He who hunts
in the sky,
will hunt
for eternity.

He is daring,
and holds no fear.
Hunting for
the Great Bear
itself.

Who could weaken—
Orion’s belt?
No one,
except for Orion—
himself.
John White Nov 2018
My favourite constellation is Orion.
I like it first and foremost
because on a cold clear winter night
it is easy to find in the sky.  
The four corner stars are very bright.

Once you find it
and your eyes adjust to the darkness,
you can discern his belt,
the three dimmer stars across the middle.

If you keep looking
and the night is just right,
you can see his dagger hanging off his belt:
even dimmer stars in a column.

And on very special nights,
far from cities and stress
you can actually see the Great Orion Nebula -
a cloud of interstellar gases
where stars are actually born.

With each thought we share,
each story, picture and sound,
we see a little more of each other.  
I am certain if we keep looking,
on a very special night,
far from our daily lives,
we will discover the universe together.
The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,
  The Dragon steals the waters of life,


a Hydra eats those who lie.


This is the story of
                          Darr-en Gunn,
His life was a
                             short-en-ed one.
While hunting some snakes
                                           having no lucky breaks.
Found himself consumed by a
                                                               ­   gi-ant one.

Was warned of one snake,
                                           the seven-headed Drake.
Found himself consumed by a
                                                               ­  gi-ant one.
In Old Foggie swamps lies a place
                                                           ­      he haunts.
With a hunter digesting in a
                                                               ­ Dra-gon!


The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,
 The Dragon steals the waters of life,


a Hydra eats those who lie.


All children should learn  
                                                         ­                    of a swamp that churns.
In a place where they say
                                                                 the wa-ter burns!
Hy-dra is originally Sy-dra. 'Sy' meaning 'thief' and 'Dra' meaning water so the Hydra is a water-thief. IE: it burns up the waters of life. 'Dragon' in Proto-Indo-European(the first language) was spelled 'Dher Ghen.' So "Darren," is Dher Ghen with the 'G' silent.
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