"starbursts" poems
stars and radio master
intercloud motion—1000 light
years in most directions. However,
I am still blind to anything
but you. This
dark matter aloha steps
off my mind’s plane
into the muggy air. A string
of flowers is placed around
my neck, and I look up—
starbursts
spit their rings violent and
central—your body
in music. Now, tropical
space—population
one. A tear rolls down
my face onto the
runway—I can’t remember
the sound of
your voice.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
I am Bear Lady
and you are Toucan Man —
Fur and feathered backs
against a striped tent.
Cut-off like tickets,
crowds melting Dali-like
in the distance
from crystalline eyes,
frozen in time…
Wings graze skin and
fur can’t compete.
The electricity of
our eccentricity
is freakish,
yet with every touch,
I feel less like a freak.
My history
of hoop jumping
tightrope walking,
and captivity
dissolve transparently
as I search deep,
deep,
deep,
into supernova eyes —
they outshine
this circus life,
this love for applause,
the performance inside.
As I gaze into
frozen pools,
the broken chords
of carny music
da da da-da-da-da drown.
The morning quiet,
muddled coffee grinds
are sensitive and silent,
chilling me to the soul.
Earth, a peripheral,
to pupils that absorb
mine full-force,
until I can’t see
this galaxy anymore,
save green starbursts,
my light source.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
i know we haven’t talked
i know it’s been a while
i know that it’s kinda my fault
but i still miss you
i miss your fast talking and crazy stories
i miss your dyed hair and red arms
i really, really miss you
i miss our hangouts before class
i miss our planned birthday parties
i miss our ranting about how mean our friends were
i really, really, really miss you
i miss your old car with the cupcake sticker
i miss your loft bed and starbursts from math class
but most of all
i miss us
- a.g.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
crickets serenading the crows to sleep
trees send out calls to one another on the wind
rustling branches
what a masterpiece the stars make
nestled in the spun navy blue of the night sky
fawns and deer scream to one another
grunt warnings and snort dry grass
baby bunnies chirp to distant moms
being chased by auburn tailed foxes
the frogs try and calm their throats of the
incessant pockets of air that erupt from their
stomachs
the moon's veil casts lacy shadows on the leaves
filling the gaps in the branches
white moonwashed asphalt sparks with diamonds
the sun trying to break the barrier of darkness
pushing and bulging over the horizon with a pop
hazy pink lemonade spills over the edges of
distance mountain ranges
orange Starbursts melt on the tips of the crows' claws
lavender wax seeps around the sleeping bunnies
still chirping in their shortening sleep
the stardust that fell during the night
sparkles like dew on the blades of grass
and floats like fairies through the
apple juice air
thick and warm cinnamon roll clouds
roll by in the liquid gold sky
the scent of cherry pie and toast every morning
in the summer
and the scent of honeydew melon
with bamboo extract right before
dusk.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
your hair smells like brimstone
in my memories that swirl under the pale streetlight
and in the reflective shards fogged over by our words
swollen overripe sicksweet mangoes
colors are more than the sway of hips
or a glint in the eyes laced with starbursts
and a face contains no infinites
i remember the smoky silence
drowned in fiction
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
If I decided to peal paint off the upside-down radiator
for eternity,
I wonder if you would sit beside me
reading Wallace Stevens.
If I decided to nurse the convent garden bursts of peonies
for eternity,
I wonder if you would smuggle me some
David Bowie tracks.
If I decided to eat only fudge brownies and cherry Starbursts
for eternity,
I wonder if you would google gourmet
recipes for me.
If I decided to paint my own Walden in the Washington wild
for eternity,
I wonder if you would build a nightclub
next to my cabin.
If I decided to leap out airplane hatches and steal rodeo saddles and read my poetry out-loud
for eternity,
I wonder if you would be happily
married in Norway.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
as the stars trickle down from the sky
they take the form of raindrops
every time they splatter down on me
i feel every shattered aspiration
in those little splashes of starbursts
i feel them stab into me demanding to be set free
crushing a dream
is like ripping the wings from a butterfly
and then asking it why it can not fly
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
my thoughts, so potent just before--
like fresh-pressed olive drops
that lingered, lipping from the fragrant spout--
now pass, diffuse atop an ocean vast.
i imagine willing it to be a pond,
not for its lesser size alone
but mostly for its calm,
reflective height; yet
these waves are
distort ruthlessness
of liquid dust
by slapping, tower-high
the central ocean rip-whirl tide:
and gone--
as Homer's heroes screaming as they drown,
deaf as oars but for their final gasps
of yearned-for clarity:
of nameless pride's Ithacan king
abrading lustful wrists
restrained to blind a god's son's single eye
by tentacles of twisting, tactful fate.
by threaded loom rethreaded
soon i see my salty self in suit
of sameness, tricking time
by indolence or theft--
from truth, from others' hearths--
the difference winks in bubbles on the cosmic shore...
foam so clean i grin to call it spume,
grin to brace the seabed to my algaed chest
in salinating crush of sand, of blood-sharp shell and rock,
in sungreen warmth of blue and life
in crashing sinus wince
i grit aegean nereids in my sneeze,
splay their formless sexing into pelvic scrapes
of quickened starbursts anciently reborn,
squeezed in pleasure tears and laughing drops--
as all pelagic ***** must
within the pressure of a world,
its breathing darkness spotted with transmuted sun,
expel itself in sensate gusts--
as octopodal spurting flings
in liquid ****** of purpose forth,
(or backwards, sideways, in and out)--
so too i think
and thinking, drown my ink
instead of drowning thinking in my ink
.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Nights like this
Nights like shining starbursts in black abyss
When sweaty palms arise not from fear
But butterflies ten thousandfold
And the taste of her lips
on yours
on a lamplit January road
Still lingers come daybreak
Those are the nights I stick around for
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
1.) I don’t want you to think I’m crazy
2.) People see your pain and they see an opportunity to play the good guy. The hero in your twisted little fairytale. The public finds out you’re chemically imbalanced and the magic spell is cast! Like Cinderella’s dress, their contempt for you transforms into love and admiration. They now feel the need to let you know they are there, they care, they pray for you. When they can’t even remember your name.
3.) Expression of my depression is not a cry for attention. You asked me how I was and I’m really tired of using the word “fine”.
4.) “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem” **** THAT and all the same psychobabble ******** that’s recycled over and over again. If you want to help me tell me what you think. Tell me how you feel. Don’t google mental illness and memorize the wiki page I already did.
5.) Self-harm gets enough publicity already. If you want this trend to go away stop drawing hearts on your wrists, wearing orange ribbons on your chest, and telling people you love them but only if they hate themselves first.
6.) And while we’re on the subject what’s this obsession with kissing scars? You're not the lead singer of some punk band you’re my boyfriend. Kiss my lips or kiss my ***
7.) If I wanted another therapist I’d buy one
8.) What if you think I’m weak 8) What if I am weak 8) You’ll know I’m weak
9.) How am I to explain to you what’s wrong with me when I can barely admit it I have a problem in the first place.
10.) I want you to know my favorite songs, Why I hate my name or how I once ate 50 starbursts in one sitting. I want you to know the good things. I want you to know me. I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I gaze into the eternity beyond pupils dilation
Where soul has lost sole control of the spirit
And the darkness that grips twists the mind
Warping memories into incoherent phantoms
Wailing in anguish as I brush them aside
Gazing deeper,
Beyond the pale of of my mortal coil
Searching for an answer that nature neglects
Written not in emerald green starbursts,
Shrouded by grey washed blue skys,
But further, beyond the heavens
Where night stretches beyond Terra Firma
And empty space reigns in perpetual waltz
Aging as my eye progresses towards the birth
When light was given life and purity was pure
Before the infection of the question
That has no answer or cure
Nor did it need,
For there I found looking back as if a mirror
My reflection staring at itself in amazement
For I had solved the theory of everything
By knowing thyself… beyond myself
Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 8:14 AM UTC
Sharing yellow starbursts,
artificial color stains our saliva
what feels like years later,
as I have aged quite a bit by this point,
I repeat the motion in my mouth
reminiscent of you
instant messages of gentle reminders
to resentment
anger saturated print
seeks to disfigure my skin
insides twist in response
to the configuration of a screen
energy signals lost in translation
When will I see you again?
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
I watch the sun see through the trees
through the glass,
see through me.
This great star
saturates my window
brightly warms my hand,
as if in proposition.
My smile concedes like a girl
that has just been asked to dance.
An unstoppable smile.
I belong out there, in the trees
At the source
Eating sunshine and
sipping starbursts
Filter free.
I roll down the window
as if to shout
"Stop!
Drop me off here".
But all I have are excuses:
"Bad timing," I say.
And the sun may see,
but it does not hear.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I never stood tall at five foot two
but I was proud and I was pretty enough
that I didn't think I'd have to try.
One day I fell
bruised and bleeding words
metaphors and metonymys and
"i love you too"s.
I was never one for running, but I
I could glide on the back of starbursts
and I sailed on the north winds
like they were all I had for a home.
I was never one for running, but I
I realized how much I needed to move
how freedom meant I had to leave
the footprints I'd embedded beside my sandcastles
meant I had to run into the water
and swim through storms.
My legs were broken one day
and my wings were ripped apart;
I could no longer hold sunsets in my eyes -
they leaked far too often and too much.
I decided you deserved somebody
who could dance
like mermaids in the old world
so I stood and I smiled and I
I let the skies be my music -
but I'm still healing,
so forgive me my baby steps -
I am walking to you.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
She walks on clouds of ombre
and touches silver rings
her skirt a dozen roses
surrounding pretty things
she laughs and golden apples fall
2 covers forming a flimsy wall
Which once was flesh and pulse
her lovers call her
many things
long, and short, and thick
she comes in dreams
and quiet times
and rainstorms come in quick
she has a castle in the sky
the sunset is her bed
in war her wells will sometimes dry
when torn souls belief is dead
the universe encircles her
like ribbons in her hair
it’s starbursts set to still occur
in all the joy we dare
Who is this woman, free and fair?
a Fantasy, I swear
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
the solemn sighs in empty halls
these vacant thoughts that line the walls
a chilly breeze through a midnight flare
waiting for the heavens to bear
to bear a heart that's ice cold and blue
thawing in the light of the moon
and with each beat that pains, that hurts
that explodes into starbursts
of woad and gold in the vastness of the sky
on this lonely
this lovely
starry,
starry night.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
This was us,
Back before the world turned to ****
Before high school invaded and told us
We probably wouldn't ever be happy,
Back before that long cold November,
In the days we were sure she'd come home,
When we thought everything would be fine;
Before the sickness claimed another
To come and take her place in the ranks of the dead.
No. This was the day when
We placed chains of daisies on our heads
And declared ourselves the kings and queens over everything,
Said we would rove the world over,
Then raced, screaming, into the Puget Sound,
And laughed as the freezing salt flooded our lungs;
The day we lay in the firelight and toasted Starbursts
And let our laughter loose to join with the smoke and float
Up through the hole in the roof of the longhouse to mingle forever
With the naked San Juan summer.
This was us.
Back then, we could've lived forever.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
there's something satisfying
in sitting by yourself
in the dark
at 10pm
and watching
Harry Potter
while drinking coffee
and eating starbursts
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want you
to curl up on me,
nestle yourself snugly
between my arms and
move around until you find
the perfect places
for all your angles and creases,
your folds and ridges -
to let your eyes seek
the starbursts of the Dreaming,
to breathe in surrender and
breathe out all your demons -
to rest your shoulders
from the weight of the world
and smoothen
the dents the sky has made upon your back
as your hands
remember how it feels
not to be climbing up cliffs
that placed themselves between
what you want and what you have -
I want you to slow down,
so maybe sleep
can remind your smile
how lovely it feels to be
upon you.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Do not look back he said,
into the starbursts of your lover's eyes
into the dark pits of what you left behind
into the burning sun that traces your tiny figure
into the drowning need that will wrap you home
into the drowning need that will suffocate you home
into the drowning need that will take you home.
Do not go home he said,
where the windows whine
the doors creak in warning
the footsteps echo like gunshots
the gunshots echo like footsteps
her words echo like gunshots
the gunshots do not echo.
Do not hold me he said,
like he was ghostly
pale as the moon
face pulled taught like a rubber band
eyes dark with warning.
Do not hold me he said,
for he feared the arms would choke him
the arms would pull at his hair until
he was
falling
into the arms
and he cannot handle the warmth
the buzz of conflict
the fight in their veins
knuckled up fighting fists.
Do not let her he said,
as if he could say that
as if she had not hurt him too
as if he was real.
Do not look back he said,
as if I had left at all
as if someone was telling me to leave
as if he knew.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
I dreamt of the stars colliding
from the intense love within,
as you held my hands
and walked through the
voids in both of us.
We flushed as our hearts
beat in sync.
The stars collided all around us
into red, blue,pink and violet.
The heavenly collisions.
Our words bring on,
the impending collision
as we burst into a million starbursts.
Imprinted it is in me ,
your words that made me see
the colours of the heavens
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
i am trying
to explain
your kisses
to myself
but
your kisses
are like
tiny bits
of strawberry candy
to me
& even after the point
of finding out
how many licks it takes
I could still **** on them
all
day
long
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Her voice that becomes melody to my ears
Her voice that becomes a song that will forever be on repeat
Will always stay In my playlist.
Her lips, a sweet delight, that holds a magic spell
That leaves me wanting more.
It's sweeter than a pack of jolly ranchers and starbursts
Her body is so elegant so graceful the way she moves Is better than any dancer, the way she sways her hips side to side makes me want to grab her, hold her close, look into her very eyes, fall deep into her mind, give her all of what she dreams, fulfill all her fantasies. Fulfill her every need.
Her skin so smooth, I wish to be apart of it, I wish to be the water that hits your body when you shower, feeling every inch of your skin,
I wish to be the lotion that you rub gently & on your skin, to fully appreciate God's creation....( to be continued)
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
Every single kiss
between us
was combustible.
Starvation.
We were
driven by our need
to explode,
and we did.
In each other's arms
we trembled
with multiple
starbursts.
We were unable to speak,
and as we hit our peak,
you screamed
above the fray,
true lover's play.
Our intertwined bodies
were mad with lust,
rising and falling
in a glorious
sacred-rhythm
we succumbed,
I melted
in your furnace.
Tempest.
I filled you up
with meteor showers
and breathless
we lay
timelessly
panting,
bathed in the sweat
of gods.
A sheen
of
immortal love
dripped
from your tender,
heaving *******
against mine.
And yet darling
I remain intoxicated
forever
by your splendid
vision.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC