"astroids" poems
We never had it all.
But we had an open sky full of stars.
The edge of the universe didnt seem that far.
Riding saturns rings all the way.
Passing the man in the moon with a smile and a wave.
Felt like cloud 9 only higher.
Astroids setting the night sky on fire.
Escaping reality stuck in a dream.
Lasting forever or so it seemed. Until
Out of nowhere tragedy struck.
An unseen darkness. With such a force of bad luck.
A black hole pulled us in.
A beautiful life never to be seen again.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC
What is sleep?
It's 1979 again
And I'm in Atari's Astroids
Caught in the laser beam
And no matter how
Many electric sheep
I count
There's no going back
To Pillowland
Midnight City is open
So are the caffeinated veins
Running thru
My nocturnal console
Night shifts have me
Splintered in my head
Let's see how I score
On the Athens scale
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Traveling the world upon your hazzy skies engulfed in lustrous plumbs.
My lusting of your branches carries us across the galaxy, basking in your rays barreling into my solor powered eyes. Astroids plummeting through space to the rythem of our hearts, dancing in robotic trances among our union. Starships orbiting our rings for all eternity to our guide through wonderous star showers, distributing perfectness among a
world unconquerable
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
*if you asked me to write about something -
the stars, sadness, darkness, death.
i could. and i would.
i would give it to you, clad in astroids for armor,
star-spangled, criss-crossing in between sunbeams and rainbows.
i would give it to you as a wilted flower on a plate,
colorless save for the red of the rotting apple -
the surrealist dream, the existentialist crisis
of oblivion and everything in between.
ask me to write about what i'm feeling now,
ask me to write about my emotions, my thoughts.
i can't.
for i know my thoughts are as different from yours
as a solar eclipse in the andromeda galaxy,
as hope in my vacuum heart.
and that's just the thing.
my "red" will never be the same as your "red",
my "night never the same as your "night".
and my words, are far from adequate
in telling you what i think
of me,
of you,
of us,
of the world.
it is a fundamentalist problem,
a human flaw,
an error in communication,
an inherent imperfection,
a fatalistic trait,
a damning hamartia
that we as humans
will never overcome.
words are powerful,
pictures are more so,
touch just can't be surpassed.
but none will never be enough
to address everything that is as it is,
everything in our heads,
everything.
we are all alone in this world.*
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
We are all so vain
We cannot even stitch our own cloth,
Or eat any food that is further than our own lands-
Everything we do has to be in line with everyone else's...
Naked, pail bodies.
As giant astroids plummet towards us-
The skies spiraling with streaks of purple and red;
Colors we've never seen before.
We worry more about running away
Than looking up at the sky.
We cry for our soon demise
But we never once think of it as a new beginning.
We are so absent-minded these days.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
I thought losing you
was a hurricane ripping through my heart
damaging the toughest tissue and coming back around once more
it was like tsunami waves crashing into each other
earthquakes splitting the world into two
my thought of losing you
involved planets crumbling
astroids colliding
and I
in the middle of it.
Losing you was more like letting sand slip through my fingers
and piece by little piece
I let you fall away from my tight grip.
Losing you was effortless .
I expected a mess
but it was simple.
The world didn't far apart in front of me.
You fell out of my hand and blew to the wind.
Each piece disappearing alone
making no effect--
it wasn't worth a thing.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
I always thought that you had galaxies in your eyes, and the planets flowing through your veins and flowers growing in your heart.
But as time goes on I'm starting to realize that it wasn't your touch that sparked my skin, and it wasn't your words that made me fly.
I always thought that you were going to be the one to set me free and show me the world.
But in the end, you showed me how to stand in the light just right so my eyes would gleam as my mouth spilled lies, you taught me how to touch someone so lightly because you don't actually want to be touching them in the first place. You taught me how to kiss someone without feeling the stars on their lips. And you taught me to look for astroids in someone's eyes because they may look beautiful, but my god are they dangerous. //just like you.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC