#starsign
I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.
But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.
My secret was I did ensnare
Those I knew well their soul to bare,
A little prying became my key
To best relate all I could feel and see.
Where to start my first big hurdle,
Poised with pen and trusted journal,
For notes aplenty had I scribbled
Amongst the coffee drops I'd dribbled.
Aries first and did they sing,
All their qualities to ring,
Strength and courage did resound
With their energetic spirit crowned.
Aquarius quite the fun,
They broke the mold for this strange one,
Smart and independent may they be
While their rebellious streak plain to see.
Cancer empathetic none too shy,
Happy to have me delve and fully pry,
Sensitive and moody all at once
That nurturing spirit their life's dance.
Capricorn - oh my word,
Quite a struggle to be heard,
Proud and private to a T
What you get you rarely see.
Gemini the twins - never know which one
You get at night or with the morning sun,
Sociable and witty most of the time,
When not by overwhelmed by life’s climb.
Leos - no two ever quite the same,
With strength and confidence impossible to tame,
Stubborn and dramatic at every twisting turn,
Their love a prize they’ll really make you earn.
Libra quite the quandary,
More complex than a jumbled laundry,
Their sociability abounds but need beware,
You never know what lies behind that charming stare.
Pisces – those kind and gentle souls
Unbounded creativity their life controls,
Idealism their Achilles heel,
And those many layers often hard to peel.
Sagittarius - run a mile
If you seek commitment and not an empty smile,
A restless independence their pervasive trait,
Close a window and they’ll find an open gate.
Scorpios - just like the name,
So many of their qualities surprisingly the same,
Driven with a singularity of mind,
Cross them and they'll sting you from behind.
Taurus - devoted and truly good of heart
Hard to rattle or an argument to start,
But when they do, they're stubborn to their core,
With you the one to end up rather sore.
Virgo craves order in everything they do,
Micro analyzing through and through,
Hardworking and reliable their middle names,
Straight to the point no time for playing games.
To my readers I so hope I don't offend,
But neither do I wish here to just pretend,
These observations are of people I well know
With traits their star sign seems to show.
So take some time and think it through,
Does someone here resemble – maybe you?
Don’t be shy - let all emotion out,
It may end in a smile or a sullen pout
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
I gave up swimming young,
although the bite of clorine still clings to me
like an afterthought-
skin soft like summer peaches
and just as sweet.
(Oh-
won't you sink your teeth into me, love?)
One of my first kisses was in the deep end of a pool:
I,
lingering at the bottom
and tracing the tiles with pruning fingers.
Them,
floating near the surface-
christened in refracted light.
(Water fills my lungs now
as I try to catch my breath
from my racing heart
as I look upon your divine form,
so unlike from the one I loved
beneath the tide
all those years ago.)
Hand in hand,
swim into the cosmos with me;
we both knew our feet were meant for fleeing.
(So why does it hurt now
that I'm leaving?
Is it because it's without you?)
You look different in the water-
so far from the one I kissed
all those years ago.
(Is it cruel of me to say
I've loved you more
than I ever did them?)
I'll trace our love story into the sky for you,
mi vida.
Two fish tied together,
bound by fate.
Even though I knew
we weren't living off of a God's eternity,
I still crave the heat of your body
engraved in my future.
(Who knew ichor
was so filling?)
The inside of your mouth is so warm,
mi amor-
soft and supple
like the flesh of a fruit
(like the flesh of you)
But how am I to live
knowing I exist to hurt you?
How am I to live
knowing my heart beats
so yours may still?
So
with Fate's shining shears
I'll cut myself loose from you.
(Even though it hurts you;
even though it kills me)
Silver snips shining red thread.
Metal sinks into skin.
Gold ichor spills from holy wounds.
(I pray every night
this hurt you feel at my leaving
will heal over time)
Please, dear-
never forget I've loved you
beyond words.
Never forget how your hands
soft and warm, the shade of tree rings after a storm
still hold my fragile heart.
(Please,
won't you be gentle with me?
Won't you put me out of my misery?)
Never forget:
te amo,
siempre y para siempre.
(Even though
I can't be around to see it)
Until we meet again.
(Please,
let us meet again)
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 8:30 PM UTC
As my body sinks into the deep blue ocean and stares towards the moon light glittering across the calm sea
The vast emptiness surrounds me as silence deafens my ears
Cries of laughter and sadness pulsat from across the void onto the hairs of my warm skin
The dark abyss behind me whispering and ecoing...
Share me the pain that consumes him
The joy that excites her
The fire that fuels them
And the misery that lingers in their shadows and envelops their very existence
I exist in limbo... a place of uncertainty between the extremes of bliss and misery
The abyss whispers behind me
The void overwhelms my senses
And the moon light's reflection of lingering hope
...offer me your hand and free me from this hidden burden or my suffering will carry to the end of days...
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 10:38 AM UTC
You are Virgo,
and I am a Gemini.
I want you to know
that I want you and I.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC
To think that the planets might have been misguided
when they let your star sign almost be my rise;
they would never have guessed
how in twenty years my sockets would confine
sullen, sunken eyes
surrounded by darker spaces,
recurring insomnia I try to hide.
Worn-out clothes now, twice my size.
You gave me the longest summer of my life.
I hate my voice booming static
on the other end of the line.
I miss all my old friends,
and I can't figure out why
I wait in my tower for a knight,
but when at long last he comes
I'd throw him out the window
expecting him to survive.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
Mysterious and unseen
A master of the dark and light
And all in-between
When she looks into your soul
Hers is enough to burn it to the ground
But also ****** it to the very core
She is a force of nature
An unstoppable wave of chaos and purity
that’ll throw you so off course
you’ll forget what it was ever like
to not have her in your life
She will read your mind
with the power to take every last bit
of strength you have
until you regret ever standing in her path
Do not ever lie to her
For she does not handle deceit lightly
Vengeance is her first, middle and last name
And her type of revenge is an evil noone
would wish to encounter
A queen of manipulation at her finest
she will see into your soul
long before you catch a glimpse
and change the way you think
to mend what she craves and the
desire that she seeks
She is a Scorpio,
And if you think you can escape her
You've already lost.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
Ruler of water
Walking on air
Antisocial Alien
She'll tell you to grow a pair
Not of this planet
She's ready to leave
Bored with human nature
Atmosphere hard to breath
Extraterrestrial
Don't touch her, she's cold
Unresponsive emotions
Can't fit in your mould
Ruler of water
Floating on air
Riddled with anxiety
Life just isn't fair
A Queen, individual
Heart racing, can't breathe
She knows what she can be
She just wants to leave
Anxious Aquarius
Lady of air
Can't breath your atmosphere
And you can't reach her
Hemosphere
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
23rd April
She is a snowball in the ebony coloured sky and I am so in love with her.
Her full face comes into my view tonight and I watch her, sitting peacefully in the cold, surrounded by diamonds who are glittering in the dark.
There's always something I've found tragic about her expression, like an old lover broke her long ago and now she is an empty case. Sometimes I wonder if I could fix her, though she is only my imagination, my friend when I am alone.
I feel her endlessly, so deeply and intensely.
I am hers and she is mine, and no being may come between that love.
The stars hang around her, kissing the black, and I imagine them all dancing in the shades of midnight.
The way her light shines on me makes me feel so renewed, like i have just engaged in the most passionate of kisses.
But I am alone, and alone I will be, always.
Maybe this pain is permanent, I will learn to walk with this limp and leave my flesh unhealed.
I have a tendency to love things out of my reach.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
My Beloved Fire:
Head full of kindling,
heart's holding the light
Ready to burn through the darkness of night.
The furnace you fuel
with passion and life,
can spend awfully fast
and quickly ignite
the gasoline
in your viens;
charring bones,
scalding flesh
and Lord, that wax skin's already
starting to drip.
Oxygen properly feeds a flame.
Don't forget
to breathe.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
My Beloved Air:
Lovely,
delicate,
fingertips
saturated with ink.
It seeps from your lips
from your pores,
painting stories
on your paper thin skin.
Such beautiful ideas in your head but,
you hold your words
in the hands of a child;
benevolent, yet careless.
Remember that
a strangers heart
is their book, not yours.
Ink stains rarely
wash out.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
My beloved Water:
Teardrops ripple in the oceans
of your collar bones.
Can you breathe underwater?
A driftwood cage may
keep sorrow at bay
but love,
it cannot contain
the sea.
It's time to break your own bones,
rip open your ribs.
That heart has been drowning
for far too long.
Let it be light;
The sky still needs
the moon..
To survive.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
My beloved earth:
You built up walls
to keep others out,
or yourself in?
This garden has gone unseen
for long enough.
Lungs rich with soil,
riddled with roots,
They creep up your throat
and spill from your lips,
so every exhale is reminiscent
of sweet spring.
Just be mindful of each
breath and your speech,
There is beauty
in a mouth
full of roses,
but danger
in a tongue
made of thorns.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC