"orbited" poems
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim
like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul
like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness
like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers
like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided
like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her
Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
It’s one of those nights
where I miss the way you breathe out the stars when you laugh,
freckling the sky’s velvet skin with drops of
gold.
Your lips were the sun
which I orbited myself around and
your eyes the moons which pulled my tides.
The Milky Way that was
your skin
felt just like Heaven beneath my touch
and your lips on mine ignited an incandescent
supernova.
And as I lay here now
I think back to the
black hole
that collapsed our celestial world.
All that we knew died.
Not with a whimper,
but with a
bang
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
glamourous indie rock n' roll
orbited our tiny kitchen as i kissed
the nape of her neck.
lauren sliced the avocados.
i prepped the pasta.
our neat little domestic life.
her eyes would ignite mine,
as she spoke of reinventing
the world with her love.
every word rang with perfect truth,
for she had dissolved my callused heart,
and focused my idiot head.
and that night i lied in blankets of her
mercy.
as she licked the wicked wounds
of complacent cruelty.
i've never missed her more.
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
I remember the first time I saw him.
His radiance stole the breath from my lungs,
as if I was outside the atmosphere.
I got lost exploring the galaxies of his eyes,
and I got pulled into his pupils
like a pair of black holes.
His smile revealed a cluster of bright stars.
I wanted to explore his body,
as if he was the surface of Mars.
His laughter caused a supernova in my heart,
the strength of his gravity could tear me apart.
We danced and orbited each other all night,
then we went home to learn about the Big Bang.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
If our multiverse revolves around
Our universe revolves around
Our galaxy revolves around
Our solar system revolves around
Our sun.
Which is orbited by the Earth
(Which is orbited in turn by the moon and our space junk)
Which is composed of people and continental plates and oceanic plates, all drifting around and bumping into one another
Which are composed of molecules
Which are composed of elements
Which are composed of and are atoms
Which are composed of protons and neutrons in the nucleus
Which is orbited by spinning electrons that we can't even see,
Who is to say we are not an atom to some greater being?
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
I don't belong to myself.
These atoms that frame
Everything that I am
Aren't even mine.
These cells don't especial
My small being.
Because they belong
To the extinguished stars.
They belong to the suns
Around which orbited
Planets of all shapes
Of all matter,
Around which orbited
Their moons.
I don't belong to myself
I belong to the
Extinguished
Heavenly bodies
Whose light probably
Still travels, wandering,
Lost without a source,
Just like human souls.
Every scintilla in my being
Belongs to the dark abyss
Of outer space, to the stars
That once shined, to the stars
That someday will,
To the creatures we'll never
Even know existed,
To the creatures that will
Never know we ever did.
I don't belong to myself,
Because the weight
Of my body is and
Forever will be
Too heavy for my soul.
-
tjr
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
Killed a moth on principle last night
I saw it outside standing on my air-conditioning
Then I found it inside after I turned my air-conditioning off
Climbed in through the silent vent
and orbited my light bulb l006 times
Before I killed it with a sock
and whipped it one more time into the lamp’s brass base
Almost saved a moth on principle last night
Rationality’s a sham and you know it
The moth said in the morning
I found it clung to my lampshade, dead
with white **** coming out from under a wing ripped in half
Life is a sham we all share
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
She was a crescent moon never completely lit
She imagined someone out there would find her and strike a match
She never considered it might hurt
This moon hid from most things
She orbited around a planet that was so unfamiliar to her
She knew others like her existed galaxies away
It made her feel both lonely and special.
The moon befriended stars
She sometimes wished she was small and bright and fleeting
But she was large and slow
One day one of the stars started mocking the moon with his light
He would shine right in her eyes and tell her she was nothing
The moon gradually grew smaller
It only looked within itself with shame
Finally, there was just a tiny spec
The whole world burned.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
When my ear first orbited your throat
to listen for a roaming balloon of nestled flesh
I heard trailer home hollowness
in copper vein pipes.
You draped a scarf over your superglued
neck, telling me it was normal to fistfight
death at 35.
On Dad’s desk, your weight breathed feebly
inside a sandwich bag. At night
its nuclear green cast Orions across our ceiling.
I never knew what real stars looked like,
while you had completely forgotten.
Years later,
in the dark of our 17-acre home,
you handed me your thyroid in its bag
swimming in opalescent fluid
and you looked at Polaris for the first time,
as that same glow painted the Big Dipper
on neighboring snowbanks.
I dropped the bag on the dry rot porch.
We heard your cancer flatten to a deflated bicycle tire,
sweating from death,
watched through squinted eyes as its glow turned
from hazardous neon to cinder.
It dried in the moonlight,
a forgotten, frostbitten raisin,
and our eyes readjusted to the perpetuating darkness.
I saw it then like a long constellation
line connecting star to forehead.
It had been a lie before,
but the North Star is truly the brightest
in the sky. We looked through its surface
underneath the star’s skin to its heart space,
and we realized that Polaris can only be seen
when thin plastic holds inside
damaged shadows of family
dinners bathed in deionized salt,
where I ponderously stared at the ****
in your esophagus, drawn with knife
like ruby crayon into office paper.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
That 1 lengthy and detailed conversation we had as I fixed her a hot bubble bath, it was very necessary to figure out the pattern in which each of our souls orbited around one another's life. Life. It seems that in the seams of this biographical regime, we get lost in between 2 wings, steering without a true tale, leading with our beaks instead of our two feet. Finding elation through impatience. Determination to fly without defining our own matrix. At that particular time I just wanted to slowly sit your soft body down into that pool of lavender scented steamed water, but everything you had to say nearly drowned me. The invisible crown I continuously placed on your head suddenly vanished as my imagination panicked. I always thought that my mind was backed up by my heart which was backed up by your art. Oh how gentle you scribble. I have to erase line by line, direction by direction, affection by affection, disconnect on top off disconnection. Difficulties I'm having while looking at you lather but no longer seeing you in the picture. Watching you lave as you give me your take on how our relationship was shaped was a bit unfitting. In my mind "it's inevitable that she's open for bidding". I'm lounged against the sink in a bind. Bonded by your fondness, then detached by your honest responses. How blunt you are and how drunk I'm soon to be. Wasted vibrations, my mouth began to tremble. Somehow I find an idea to cause the both of us to tickle. Temporary bliss. Moreover all of my hard efforts that night turned out to be the worst shift. I went from pleased to please. Expectedly you never tried to appease by appealing to my needs. Draining water like my decaying heart. Drying off reminds me of my suffocated feelings. Lotion as I drink this 40% potion. Hoping of hydrated coping. Can you leave? So I can shower, attempting to rinse away the most beautifully devastating hour.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
When we walked our way into the night, I expected a galaxy to be laid out for us, bestowing a universal mistletoe for us.
But there we were, counting whatever little bright spots we could find. Well, at least until I looked upon at you.
Star filled eyes.
Gods had something else planned in for me.
I was finally gazing at those holy celestial bodies. As they orbited around your pupils and left me shaken. Yes, shaken.
What kept me elated was the fact that you were there with me.
But that evening only those lonely hands could meet, and not lips.
But I swear I would've stayed a lifetime there if I could.
*** I'm some serious **** and you got a nice derrière.
- Aks, Interstellar Interconnection
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
We once orbited the same light,
mirrored as a faded sun
within our own withered hearts,
and fighting wretched gravity
for the sake of each other's love.
We now exist on parallel planets,
waving politely in solar flares
and burning black holes
through the long, dark nights.
I just wish you missed me too.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Above the welkin,
many luminous orbs coruscate with perseveration.
These disorganized celestial bodies emulate one another
but their uneven rhythm is apparent to starry eyed observers.
Eyes gazing
fascinated by the unmeasurable exquisiteness that exists
just beyond outstretched hands.
As one beholder marveled
the other closed disconsolate eyes
and gravitated towards the tangible.
It was in that moment
that the steadfast watcher found
what it was that they had been seeking.
A falling star dropped just low enough
that with desperate leaping and grasping
it was within reach.
The burning had not been accounted for.
Nor had the sudden departure
from the satellite that orbited just a little to close
and had only the desire to emulate others
with uneven rhythm.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Avrenim: Log late 5155. The moving planet of Raspen:
I passed through a planet in a section of the Raspen Galaxy I have never been before. The planet was a moving steller body that did not orbit any sun. It sustained its own energy through core-rifting. Core-rifting was when a planet had mega chasms that were so deep the energy from the core could be felt on the surface. The planet was much larger than my home planet. This planet must have been the size of my sun my planet orbited around. The energy from the core would vent out into the atmosphere creating Light rifts in the sky. Or should I say Sun slashes. Sun slashes are what brought the day to this strange moving planet. A sun slash was light that was trapped inside of a reflective prism in this planets diamond like clouds. If I am correct the cloud material here is called Solacian. Solacian captures light an reflects it inside itself creating a sun slash. The sun slash is the sun here. Depending on the angle of the captured light the sun slash will last about 31 hours.
The life here on this moving planet seems to live in a beautiful harmony. It exist as energy at first and then becomes something entirely different. The energy turns into oraganic bodies for a while then reverts back to its state of energetic divinity. The energy then seems to melt in the Solacian clouds above. I follow an energy mass into a cloud and watch a beautiful memory being lived out by an oraganism that once died long ago. It brought me to tears when I found out that the organism did not know it had died so long ago. Everything here had died some time ago. But nothing here was sad. There was no anger or despair. Only happiness, joy, love, and creation. Could this be Anavrin!?
Anavrin could never be found. And it all makes sense now. It could never be found because it was always moving about the universe. Anavrin in my culture is called Heaven. Which brings me to my next question. Am I here for a reason. I have no memory of dying. And what makes matters worse is that no one here does either.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Orange blossom snow
Garnished our crowns
Now and again
With fetal fruits
Descended from
Vibrantly quivering canopy
That verdant galaxy
Studded with snow white stars
A-buzz with swollen satellites
Sagging with sweet nectar
and Golden dust
They orbited Orange globes
In search of
Juicy gems from which to drink ~
Drunk and heavy now,
They swam lazily from
Bloom to bloom
In the viscous afternoon
Coaxing the aged
Spices of the Sun
To dislodge and drift
Slowly to the Earth,
Settling silently in heaps of
Orange blossom snow
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
When I was young, my life was like music that was always getting louder
Everything moved me
A mother with her child
That made me feel so much
A homeless person sitting on the sidewalk holding out a ***** cup for some spare change
I could have cried over it
I did
A calendar that displayed the wrong month
The way the moon followed me everywhere I went
How an unmade bed looked like home
Where the smoke coming from the house across the street disappeared into the sky
Frost on the window of my mother's car
How the earth tirelessly orbited around the sun
The way the city lights looked from afar
I have spent my entire life learning to feel less
Every single day I feel less
Is that growing old?
Or something worse?
I suppose you cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness
But how do you balance yourself between the two without forgetting how to feel altogether?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
The only computer on board was Glenn’s brain,
as he orbited up in the heavens.
The heat shield was damaged and hung loose on the frame.
His odds of survival were even.
With faith placed in God; no time even to think
Glenn began the flaming descent.
Icarus or Daedalus; which would he be?
Was Glenn’s luck still good or all spent?
In the waters below the Navy stood watch,
anxiously scanning the skies.
His wife had been told she should expect the worst;
The Mission head thought Glenn might die.
There! A red parachute dotted the sky!
The destroyer “Noe” sped to the scene.
Not since Lucky Lindy had America had
Such a hero who dared us to dream
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
4 times the earth orbited the sun yet only once did you stop to see your shadow.
87,600 times it allowed you to second guess but you didn’t face it, just watched me sink right in.
Sinking sands of committed hands brought pressure but no diamonds. No light to revolve around.
Now I’m ticked off thinking this was a waste of my time. Not much of a leap, yeah?
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
The winter sky has always brought me an irreplaceable sense of tangible wonder
Only this time,
it was the stringing of melted words that I had been left to ponder
Even as the night grew longer and I simultaneously ticked away with the earth,
the steady beauty portrayed by the daggers which orbited above me-
In the silence and chill
Awed my fear into extinction
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
At the genesis of eternity,
Immortal love was born
When Matahari and Bulan were born,
Matahari is blazing fire;
Bulan is black ice,
The four seasons began their cycle
According to the positions of Bulan and Matahari
The conception of Fire and Ice
Gave birth to time
Matahari was born inert and golden,
With a radiance which makes Bulan snow-white;
Bulan would have been but a bleak bloat
Of darkness without Matahari
DEAR Matahari, our love is an airborne wisp;
Swept and whirled by Nature,
It flies in the air like a flight feather,
With not a care
About where its bearer takes it;
Swaying in this, and that way
Coincidence being rare,
It is only at full moon,
When I can trip upon your beam
And gladly embrace the ‘Light of Honour’’
Oh, my dear Bulan;
Our destiny was predetermined before creation
Our love is not easy to nurture
You have been the centre of my orbit,
And I have orbited all my life,
I dance around you Matahari,
Oh how I would love to dance a tango with you!
I have made myself vulnerable,
And have laid myself bare before you.
What effort have you made to reach out for me my love?
I will not lament over the brevity of life,
We are the elements of time,
We are time itself my dear
Each step I take as I orbit
Gives birth to the second,
Minute,
Days,
Months;
And years
I know eclipse is not enough Bulan,
But in our helpless passion,
I have chosen to shield you from my vehement desire;
But have hurt you in trying to protect you.
In my inertness
I have chosen to give life, warmth and light.
To give life is to love,
But is to love to give?
Matahari,
It’s the pain of separation,
There is a chimera chasing me,
I wish it would catch up with me soon.
It is a dream of us spiralling
Into some convivial space of the universe,
Dancing a tango
It is a dream of you holding me close
Unceasingly whispering endearments,
And I, gasping, moaning; melting…
Should the dream ever materialize?
Can Fire ever dance with Ice?
I do not know.
Love is long-suffering,
*Love is patient and kind,
True love is immortal.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
Less than a week ago, my mind, soul and body orbited you.
Long hours of phone talk had diminished to me
obsessing over your facebook page.
Refresh.
Pictures of stomach throbbing sights force loss of self focus and concentration.
The sight of you being feet away from her and simple conversation weakens me.
Refresh.
The idea of closure doesn’t exist in your world.
So lead me on, weeks and weeks.
Month and month.
You have disinherited my love songs, back cracks, back strokes, and your life size teddy bear.
Believe it or not, I am not an emotionless *** toy-
like you are.
Refresh.
Who I am should reflect something our love could never purchase.
My maple heals will feel like stabs in your moronic choice.
My lace dress will feel like the dream that you must awaken from.
My body will look like a mystery to you, **** face.
In less than a week, I metamorphosed into the girl you couldn’t get
Again.
At least you were warned.
Close and Sign off.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
The Love children gather in saffron meadows
needling their aura for
a portal beyond innocence.
Prophecies anew
points towards the stone canyons
where form undefined, almost contorted
settles on the former Moon children,
whose antecedences coexistence with their seven moons,
orbited the limitless vacuum.
A perchance to dream
to dare.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC