"constelation" poems
I exhaled
and watched you go
as the smoke cleared
your warmth remained
a constelation
of condensation
the essence of me
caught on the window
I traced your name
and thought...
window pain
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
found in Styron's darkness visible... he survived auschwitz... but said adieu to life: by throwing himself down a flight of stairs.
millennial, generation y, huh?!
also called the:
bearable heaviness of non-being...
say: survivors of auschwitz,
and apart from Kundera,
i'm fudged into this stealth-culprit
hangover...
and when i speak the native tongue
i use double emphasis...
everything suddenly becomes italic...
gówno... or **** teutonic: gavron, ja,
ich habbe schtabbe ga ga, magpie on
a licky-sticky schtaisse:
vroom bog-tie boom boom...
everntually language is just that:
magnifique sounds, mein herr,
be that a cello i hear?
nada... mindlessly i too
feigned a farting brigadier, farting into
a brass horn: worth a gingerbread /
pumpernickle marching rhythm.
yes, double emphasis in the native...
kosz (koš)... bin...
trza błagać... błagać!
o śmierć... beg for death...
but hetman cossak said smerc... and it
sounded altogether better.
a household argument,
after prawn-pasta was cooked throughout
an afternoon of general bewilderment:
a heap of pebbles makes more sense
than the Orion constelation...
given the mathematical approach
to the situation, and subsequent mapping...
because they really did drop a bomb on
Hiroshima and Nagasaki...
and that's why 21st creativity
is trapped in a hamster's routine...
karaoke is standard...
this insissting plagiaristic zeitgeist!
so i said: you really think you conquered
yapan? jesus, je suis, zeus, yesus, jamaican
jah jah *** buck...
rasta root mon, rasta root.
battered and bruised...
someohow this whole dating scene
passed me by...
and what happened to me aged
21... is strangely becoming the norm
of giving the circumstance:
i can't remember being of any age, particular.
the quicker argument would coincide with:
give me a machinegun, and march me into
a Latvian forest...
because, right now, it's
a scenario of being coerced into donning a leash
or more like a leech,
and an afternoon spent
pulverised by a pneumatic tsunami
of adverts... calling it a job done,
with a siberian brew: cow juice in
tea...
liquid werther's original.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Your feet taps around the grass
Hop and jump, melodic dance
Girl across the forest stands
Look upward the sky, cries
What would she recalled at
Her finger flow, points to the constelation far beyond her open arm
And she hop around
Found
A
Broken
Bone
On
The
Sacred
Zone
Then she go to the new home
A place to lay, play and sway
Back to the place
Of
Abandonned
Lake
Dance around the sky
The melody sing
Harmonic of the rotten wood
Smell of the love, she never had
And
Run
The
Entire
Savanah
Bare
Foot
Slide
Down
Fall
Into
A
Rabbit
Hole.
Am I should
Be amazed
To the feet
Of a girl
Who slept
In His constelation?
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Everytime I touch someone, my hand turns into a gun.
Bang Bang, you can hear it now my love,
Bang Bang, Just for fun.
Silence, although the starlight slow dances.
I wish I could get you to see
Our confinement is a constelation
Hiding in the trees.
I call a truce, Let's end as friends.
It’s you and me until the end.
The night’s at it’s hilt and the sun’s rising against it,
We’ll fall asleep just for the heck of it.
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
The constelation has collide in
In its the final or the begining
But hustler is a hustler
She keep running
She still dont believe it
She still bring a bullet for release and go
This might looks or sounds stupid
But this hustler found another side to step up
One side is just like the rest
Everlasting lust life on her youth soul
The other side beging her God
To help her fight with her big enemy
An old enemy
If its not constellate to nirvana, please break us apart in your galaxy strom and wind
If you want us to compose, let us have a luminance and create our own nirvana
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
I've been writing a lot, putting about everything that I got into the lines
that should help me deal with my mind, so nowadays everything is filled with rhymes, half of the time I'm bound
to see the words combined, and still hurt;
still got my feet in dirt, still feeling anxious and burnt.
I got candles all over the place, but the light is too weak
I turn on the lightbulbs but
but they're all too dim,
sometimes I want to scream
but the walls are too thick
and I don't have the energy to get through them,
so I'm sick, and my throat is ripped, so I can't speak
Walking around like I lost direction, always looking for connection
But never taking action to connect the dots, I'm facing
the ego annihilation, never been too mainstream, that's too basic
Sadness in your faces, happiness impatient,
It must be out there waiting in a different constelation,
Feelings that I'm chasing, are a bunch of dumb sensations
In this living session, always searching for compassion
But we turn into the ashes, our smoke becomes a message
Now play the essence of the feelings like a radio station
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC