#andromeda
Saint waxes
Source wanes
Seldom waits
Sophistication weight's
Salt waters
Marvel, with lesser's time
Like the reign, that others
We share, the doles of chimes
Is the door, of a wish?
Our for purpose layed
In the way, of succinct privilege
Where a single notice, touches all of it said
Are we here? says a rolling voice
The wind eat's our very reward, with each blink
Of eyes found, to be the other side of choices
Made from ... salt, and the ire of a wink?
We eat...
You hides, so fanciful a dread dream
When I am, the question of sin, I meet
Heat, hell is mine for each seem...
Language, and the struggle
To add the views of all:
Unto a simpler stare, now humble
By the very sight, of light's fall
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
Andromedan castles
moat has little blue boats
servers are maidens joyed
white iris gardens
deep canyons
radars aimed
soft cadence
magnet minds
love balanced
Orion forts marbled
shining with platinum bands
armoured Galactics cruel
stone and steel makes head reel
bold barons
orlon vests
high pylons
canon shots
warring sons
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 1:35 AM UTC
Shhh. Can you hear it?
People are cheering for my sacrifice
Well, okay, so be it
I absolve my parents of the upcoming filicide
Gods cursed me with my looks
They cursed my mother with sinful pride
Ignoring punishment for hubris described in books
She sentenced me to die
My youth won't save me
Gods won't be appeased by regret
It is, as it should be
The Fates have cut my thread
So, I'm going with my head held high
I give my life for that of my people
The sand has run out, the hour is nigh
I am not a goddess' equal
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
You reached out to me
When I thought I was falling
You held me
When I felt broken
You loved me
When I didn't love myself
I thought you'd love me through it all
But you saw the cracks and screamed
Left me shackled
Like Andromeda
And now all I want is to feel the power
That Circe felt when she turned men into what they truly were...
Animals
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
My fingers dance across your skin
and small constellations I trace;
There rests Aries on your collar,
and Andromeda frames your face.
Though you’ve labeled these stars a flaw,
I can’t stop myself from thinking
Aphrodite herself did bring
these small constellations to being.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
She held her head up high,
and wore her crown with pride;
Andromeda lifted her sword,
Screaming triumph to the skies.
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 7:00 PM UTC
the celestial bodies may crash
and burn the sight from my eyes.
but I see you in my mind:
dancing through the galaxy.
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the black holes may swallow
and leave my chest hollow and dusted.
but I hear you in my head.
your voice carries across the empty nothing
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the universe may protest.
implode on itself.
disintegrate.
but I can feel you, despite it all:
you’re made of thousands of years behind you.
you run on rocket fuel and pure moonlight.
you live among fragments of time past;
stardust, spaceships, and singularities.
you chose me to hold your solar systems and make sure they orbit.
so I’ll ignore the meteor showers and the wormholes
and cherish our interstellar dust.
because I hold the right to eternity
and I am a space to be reckoned with.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
and you’ll see the moon,
reflecting off the light of the sun.
you’ll see the blushing sunset,
dancing around the skirt of the night canvas.
you’ll see the pinpricks of stars,
dead for years yet shining just for us.
you’ll see the one spot in the sky,
where the artist never finished painting
the galaxy around the planets.
the milky way runs patterns across your eyes,
and dyes your shadow a silvery glow.
we’re all looking up at the sky,
searching.
for what, we don’t know.
don’t worry,
I’m looking too.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
you stitch me together with moon cotton,
stardust stuck between the threads.
you bandage my raw wounds
with your favorite constellations.
when I’m hurting,
you kiss my head,
and intertwine the planets with my hair;
a daisy chain of celestial bodies.
you lay me down among the ghost town of rocket ships
and dead stars
and you whisper.
“darling,” you say,
“andromeda’s got nothing on you.”
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
Nashville and Andromeda
by Michael R. Burch
I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again.
It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . .
How nakedly now and unadorned
the surrounding hills
expose themselves
to the lithographies of the detached moonlight—
******* daubed by the lanterns
of the ornamental barns,
firs ruffled like silks
casually discarded . . .
They lounge now—
indolent, languid, spread-eagled—
their wantonness a thing to admire,
like a lover’s ease idly tracing flesh . . .
They do not know haste,
lust, virtue, or any of the sanctimonious ecstasies of men,
yet they please
if only in the solemn meditations of their loveliness
by the ***** pen . . .
Perhaps there upon the surrounding hills,
another forsakes sleep
for the hour of introspection,
gabled in loneliness,
swathed in the pale light of Andromeda . . .
Seeing.
Yes, seeing,
but always ultimately unknowing
anything of the affairs of men.
Published by The Aurorean and The Centrifugal Eye
Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Andromeda, universe, cosmos, meditation, introspection, loneliness, alienation, pen, writing, night, darkness, sleep, moonlight, love, lover, affair, affairs, haste, lust, virtue, ecstasy, knowing, unknowing, aware, unaware, oblivious
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
she had a darkness in her chest space shuttles hadn't explored.
it was said that stars died there.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
You look beautiful, with a matchless splendor,
The taste of your voice
Breathtakingly delectable
To all the four senses
Eager to embrace you
With a sprightly endeavor,
You seem like an aesthetic vision
That I'd love to comprehend
With the mind of a cartographer
And eyes brimming with happiness,
You feel like a melange
Of glowing colours
Shedding those petals of dusk
That bind the hope of dawn
For a budding floret,
I only wish that somehow
I was able to map the distance
Which spreads persistently between
Your presence and my reverent arms,
Before it's too late
And this life spirals away
In meaningless motions and tasks
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
drawn to my sister planet
we tear out our hairs
the fiery sorts of dissent
into the depths of my apathy
climactic orbit in yearning
pushed against your clamour
i long to be obliterated
dispel this feeling of unfeeling
remove me
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Milky Way collides
With Andromeda; the result?
Wait, four billion years!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
The universe has cursed me
For I am small
My voice is heard by few
The meaning is heard by fewer
If only I could make an impact
But the darkness has consumed me, too
No longer do I feel the stars in my veins
But the emptiness of space instead
This atmosphere leaves me gasping
Choked out of my own home
I don't understand who I am
Nor where I am meant to be
But constellations
The most beautiful part of the dim-lit sky
Are made up of stars
Twinkling alone, not knowing that they are a part of something
Much greater than themselves
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Whether you refer yourself as the Spiral Galaxy Messier 31,
Or the Greek Mythology daughter of an Aethiopian King,
I can be the Stars to your Galaxy.
I can be the Perseus that saves you from Death.
I can be your best friend.
But I understand that Trust comes a long way,
Just lemme know when you trust me enough,
And maybe we can create something the world has never seen before.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Aimless,
She sits sequestered horizontally
Against currents of mindless winds-
Her apathy uncontested
By neither man nor wicked thing.
Flightless,
She flutters hopelessly
On glass wings,
Helplessly
Frail
Are the fragile little things
That hold her head up
Above the towering sea chains-
Her lungs' heavy breaths
Dull her spirit's grin
And all her numbered days
Tick away without a sound-
Engulfed by the ocean's deep breath-
Beneath insanity's serenity-
She drowns.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
She loved how he traced her freckles,
Connecting those tiny blemishes with his fingers
Patching her pieces little by little, her precious tinker
And he loved how she never knew,
How he memorized them and traced Andromedae like a tatoo
Picking her chains, hoping to unclog her soon.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
my dear
you are not a girl
you are the constellation Andromeda
chained
you think you are alone
but believe me, my dear
you are surrounded by admirers on all sides
I am one
but I am so far
I can only admire you from grassy hills
in the middle of nowhere
where the city lights will not drown you out
but when I do
you are so lovely, my dear
the long drive
to see you
will always be worth it
you are truly breathtaking
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
I am torn galactic
evolution in your pocket
the fight for fight’s sake
born and we immediately
start to die
this piece of us
of the divine in us
is giving
the order to burn and change
giving colourfades
to cut clear our own path
but chained Andromeda
dear
they may never believe you
unless you can tell them
where
this would be embodied
if it were real
and ask the monster in the water
ask me
to rip apart everywhere I might touch
were we wrapped together
I would
the side of your ribs, your thigh, your shoulder
were we wrapped together in womb or in worship
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
West of nowhere, East of nothing,
directly in the middle; an anomaly has been born.
A galaxy in her own right, a star in her true form.
In stellar nurseries compressed the matter and frequency
which made the core of her being and the corona of her beauty.
To the left is void, to the right is eternity,
directly ahead is he; both together in the middle.
Binary stars bound by heliocentric law,
all else revolving in their gravitational well.
They make love over and with the earth
as tadpoles fly through paisley skies,
bound on by iridescent solar winds procured by her painted lips;
circling a black hole in which all of everything is the beginning of nothing.
On the event horizon is spoken the law, stretched and pinched into pureness, eternally devoured into oblivion.
Which the sweet flavor of is relished by the infinite being of darkness that stretches ever on.
Only to reappear in the farthest reaches of the universe,
the whole of the law spread out into the cosmos.
Her name is Andromeda, and what she wilt, she does.
93 93/93
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
our first space date will be in over 20 years or maybe even a lot more
we'll be traveling at the speed of light
i'll be holding ur hand and then we arrive at saturns rings
i pull out the picnic basket and we have a picnic on the second biggest planet in our solar system !!
while we're eating i kiss ur cheek and tell you i love you
we fly out to the local galactic group and observe the andromeda galaxy, the second most beautiful thing ive ever seen
and then we makeout for like 20 minutes and then we travel back to planet earth
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
if the stars carried all the stories in the world
I think i’d be most interested
in the ones that tell me of you when you were six
when you’re stuffed monkey was your only friend
and the stories of when you were ten
when you realized you liked a girl with brown pigtails
and you picked out the best flower in the field
only to have it thrown at your feet
if the stars carried all the stories in the world
i’d like to listen to them
with you laying by my side
telling me that Andromeda held all your secrets
and Orion held all your desires
and that the best star of all
was laying next to you
on a blanket in the dew covered grass.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Have you ever
Truly, contemplated
The Void?
Have you?
Really?
Ever?
It's blackness
surrounds us
In all directions
Wrapped in its
Utter empty
Dark embrace
And we spiral down
within it
Like a lost soul
In a deep
Gravity well.
Around a yellow
Many-blessed star
Which itself
Circles the
Frigid centre
Of a Galaxy
A wide, Milky way
Saggittarian armed
Which itself
Is moving
Circling away
from a point
with its
Peers contained in
The Virgo cluster
Away, and away.
One day to unite
Violently
With Andromenda
2 million years
Of light away
Herself
In a collision
So vast,
the heavens will
Tremble
And worlds
Will spin
Off their axis'
And yet, this
Is as nothing
When compared
To the void.
The nothingness
The totality
Alpha - Omega
It watches us
Mutely
Waiting
Our turn
To return
It watches all its
Galactic children
As they
Run away
Gravity wise
Forever, eternally
From the point
At which they
Formed/born
Heat, energy
Perfect symmetry
Broken and
Shattered
Resulting
In the Void
That point
Is where the Void began
It's career of
Darkness and
Silence
Its airless cold presence
Embraces all
And ever since
Its......................
Nothingness has been
Increasing
Relentless
Light year upon
Light year
Yes, it is truth
Nothingness
Is the true nature
Of this Universe
God's creation
That we think
So mundane
The one we feel
Is packed with life,
Woods, hills, tree
Small towns
Pieces of paper
But we live in a special place
Places that are something
Are the exception
Not the rule
Which is no thing
We are so rare,
like a single teardrop
In a pacific ocean of
Nothing
Beyond here
Up there
Down there
Across there
It seems filled to
Brim with stars
Twinkle with promise
But be warned
All the stars and
Galaxies (red and blue)
Would not fill
A millionth of a
Percentile
Of the universal void.
It swallows them
All, entirely
Gently staring at us
Forever
From its dark
Black eye
Think on that
And then
Think again
And again
You cannot
Contain it
No thing
Can
The stars
And all the planets
Nebuli and holes
black and dark
Are as nothing
Human beings
Thought
Ephemeral
Taken whole
Compared to the real
Stuff of Universe
Which is void.
Think upon it
As much as you can
On a cloudness night
Stare into the sky
And realize
You are truly
looking into
Eternity
A void so utterly empty
That all things
that are, or will be
Mean no thing
To it, its deep
black heart
And complete
Perfect
emptiness
If you do not
Swoon with fear
And tremble
With excitement
At the reality of
This fact
Of your
true existence
And of
Your private
privililge
To glimpse
At this no thing
From a tiny
blue/white
rock-made ball
Of a home
Trapped in nothing
Then you have not
Truly
Contemplated
The reality of
The Void.........
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC