"constalations" poems
Let me paint the constalations over your heart darling
Let you hear the stars on your skin
Your moans the words of a thousand suns
And your movements the blazes of light
Let them see the power I give you
How the burning embers glow
And let's hope as you come down
Down
Down
The fire between us will still continue to grow
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Dark alleys
are for catious lovers.
Cigarette butts littered
the asphalt
when his lips met mine.
He stole my breath
as easily
as he creeps
into thought.
So powerfully
that
constalations collapse.
Shadows danced
encircling us
teasing of our secret.
Cigarette smoke rising
clinging to me
along with his scent
and affection.
He must have
been carved by God's
and cursed by Ruin.
Fallen to this earth
as a cast away.
His eyes
say so much..
In his arms
I felt
everything
all at once.
The ground shifting
under my feet.
This alley
forever imprinted
with this moment.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
I think the celestial beings that created bonds between Mayan kings and the Sun god tranplated their practices in the 21st century when they encountered you and I. They searched the constalations to give us the perfect relation so that even Satan himself couldn't break through the bonds that bind us. Even when the sun rose and wiped every star from the sky, Alpha and Omega remained in perfect sight. I was born of you, like Bastet born of Ra. You protect me during the day, and I will be by your side when the moon's in the sky.
If it was up to you, there would be no harm that came to me, but you can only sit by and observe as the world tries to break me down. But I have your bones, and I will only be broken down to resurrect stronger. As many times as you see my hear thrown on the floor, because I have your heart, I will never love less. You give me peace and ease of mind.
You give me the courage I need to be a pioneer in a world of followers. To make my own path in this life, so that I know everything I have done was for myself and in my best interest. Your smile lights up my life and I can help but smile myself. I find you spirit within my soul, and I know that you are always with me. I will always be your little girl.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 7:03 PM UTC
A mighty power only the special chosen ever get to hold
A treasure trove of riches, I knew it was something strange
I’ve been blessed with a gift it cannot be bought or ever sold
Harnessing its awesome power I forever now will ever change
In the morgue room I hear all there cold escaping death whispers
When I am in there all alone, I hear creeks and sometimes a squeak
Seeing ghosts I can touch, they all trust me or I would never get a peek
I close my eyes before I sleep then see many faces and without their flesh
All my life I always been an avid dreamer and now I dream of living death
A reoccurring nightmare I often have is, I’m choking and losing all my breath
Every time we get a new guest in the funeral palor they always love talking to me
Reveling there secrets to me, lessons of knowledge along with all there gained wisdom
Helping me solve all the riddles, telling me constalations will slay at my instant command
From the mouths of the dead there tales they are told blessing me now with the power I behold.
(SirCARSr. 3-19-13)
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
I feel like a ghost sometimes.
Only an outline,
of what can be whole.
Never fading.
I just consume this space,
containing chaos in a jar.
Silence can hurt.
Raising doubts,
suffocating suspicions as imagination wonders.
Heart beats strongly.
Haunting every corner,
darkness is our curse.
We do belong together.
collapsing constalations,
and pulling stars from the sky.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
you boarded that plane and in your luggage
you took a part of me with you
I'll weep
thinking of the constalations of your lips
to the tips of your fingers
if you were a melody
god used only the finest notes
and scribbled you in a felt ink pen -
only to be framed and admired for the years
to come
my body aches for you
you are the Mona Lisa of my soul
and the King of my moonlight
I wish you well
Please think of me when the sun rises
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
I hate clothes. Always have always will. Clothes remind me of what I am not. They force my wondering thoughts to drift and remember that these pants don't fit quite right. I run my fingers across my waist discretely reminding myself that there is more of me here than I desire. Reminding me that you probably see all that I am not. But I desire for you to see **** Not my body bare and sexualized, but a way in where my millions of masks are destroyed, and all that remains is me, my last years memories, and my this years scars. The things I hide from most I crave to let you explore. I want you to wander my tall forests, and find the bunny trails that I forgot to look for. I want you to dive into my deepest ocean and find the treasure buried underneath the everchanging ground; to look farther than the smallest star you see at night; to put my galaxies back together, and fix my constalations. I want you to find me. I want you to run your fingers down my spine and remind me of how I got that scar; to hold me, in this mess that I am, while our masks lay at our feet, with our clothes scattered in between. **** being all that remains.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Got ****** in past life
Tied burned and buried
Crusified starved and whipped
Theirs never a rush but life wants to hurry
The fermented fruits where used
To cherish. Meant to be sipped
Abused or used lessons in relish
I knew a man we saw saw from far
We differ but lived in the same constalations
Saw the same things and been threw the same preparations
I was forced to play he enjoyed the partisapation
I grew sick of the corrupt had a change of heart and just wanted to love
This man has for filled his dreams of corruption altered his ego
And enjoys the killing
For filling my dues me and my best friend became old news
Enemies we say but really just fools
Change of heart to me was created
But still had to **** the negative
That's all inside me
My name is Gemini constentlly battling
My inner wars all though we don't get along my positive is strong
As long as I stand and don't follow my addictions
Consiquences are harsh and my negative is imprisoned
If I was to set him free their will be a dramatic change in my eyes
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC