"starchild" poems
I would rather be hysterical than vulnerable
to what most people call love.
I would rather couple with strange women
on an Amsterdam getaway
than let one more man
try to own me.
I prefer to ignore my own psychodynamics
in favor of endless talking cure analysis
and occasional astrology cult ******
that promise to speed my eventual evolution
from wounded *** object to invulnverable starchild.
I don’t need a Beverly Hills shrink
to tell me my narcissism and depression and squeaky voice
are symbolic of never having the power
to set a boundary between me and my father
who doted over my puberty
with slobbering praise and veiled lust.
Everyone who knows me for more than a week
sees my father throwing me financial bones
instead of apologizing for what he did
and the more I take his money
the freer I feel
distanced by automobiles with dark-tinted windows,
a house with a skull and crossbones doormat,
a silver .45 under my pillow
and not one single ex-boyfriend
about whom I will ever say a kind word.
I have created emotional and psychological invulnerability;
all men are now my father
and all men pay the price
of never being loved by me
and I pay the price of never being able to let them love me.
Now I just play with partners
and when they inevitably start to use the “L” word
I start to run inside
and I bounce off the walls and mirrors
of my own emptiness
and I go on a photo safari to Africa
where I pretend to understand the meaning of life
and I put out restraining orders
against the men who insist that I explain
and I have come to rely on legal and monetary fences
to protect me from
the truth about my deep loneliness.
I’ve never had an ******
never said I love you twice to the same person
and I think
as long as the money’s there
I won’t have to.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
sometimes i wish we could all realize how **** insignificant we are.
we have ancient star-matter in our bones, our veins, but
you will never be your zodiac, ruling the sky— cancer, pisces –
i'll never be antares, or even the very sun we revolve around
but still, aren't we marvelous;
with our star-bones, and their burning marrow cores,
with these nebula-veins, spanning the space of
the universe of our bodies.
aren't we marvelous, with our eyes full of galaxies
that nasa would **** to see through their telescopes.
do me a favour, you starchild,
leave a supernova of a legacy
that will burn bright for all to see
for eons to come.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
i crave the universe; it's expanses, outer reaches.
i want to drink from the big dipper, have my fill,
be merry.
escape with me, from the wicked pull of gravity,
leave this ***** scarred earth.
i want to inhale these scattered constellations;
exhale galaxies, nebulas.
i want to leave these silly material things behind,
we can leave ourselves in this beautifully infinite silence,
let the stars tell the stories of the great orion and cassiopeia.
leave your own footprints on the moon, on mars,
wherever you wish, starchild,
there's too much to see when you live in an
u n f a t h o m a b l e e x p a n s e
staring into stardust,
staring into the roots of you,
of your creation,
of your nebula-blood.
your star-bones.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
I, I, I
I hated you.
You've been dead a decade.
Frozen & old
6 feet under? O What a joke.
You might as well had been
Killed by Me.
Because I've killed you today
Grey hair and mustache
Black Ford pick-up, rusted and intense
Late at night, late at night
Stomping in, strong hand on the flask
Stomping in like an elephant
Authority rhino
Keep my trap shut.
And hide in my room.
Where I always am
A material boy, starchild
Shrine to the Material World
It's all I've ever known.
I, I -
I have found it hard to **** you dad
Revolving my head
Moon-dad I have given you up to the stars
Holding my blade
That moon is on a leash
A centrifugal satellite; gravity ghost
I,
I must be brave for you.
Slice, 3, 2, 1.
We're free.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
I do not feel myself today
Stolen stunned sparkle sunned
Crystallizing adrenaline ***** hypertension maniac
Overwhelming in here. Crowded.
Always willing to be the first to jump
Potent love affairs with rushing wind and endless heights
Break apart.
Come undone.
Let go.
More surreal than tangible
Fading softly into the mist of kilauea
Great fire mother blessing me with the burning
Ablaze, a Phoenix from the flames, rising into the night
Bursting all over the constellations, adhering to the cosmos
Third eye open
Awed.
Amazed.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
Find the LOVE
In your heart
Let it be your LIGHT
It will shine from your eyes
The rays will BURST within you
Explode
A nova burning brighter than
The sun
Flares in your mind
The stars bow before you
Highlight of creation
Glory radiating around you
Express yourself
Pick up the pen
Let it take wing
Fly to the outer reaches
Down starlanes
And garden paths
Roses
Color of burgundy wine
Glittering
Glistening
Gleaming
Sunlight on the petals
Dewdrops on emerald leaves
Reflections of scattered points of light
Butterfly emerging
Cocoon erupting
Revealing starchild destiny
Metamorphosis
From roots of earthiness
Free to tumble and glide
In cloudless azure skies
The chains fall away
Taste winged freedom as you soar
Capture the moments
The way you were meant to stride
As a giant
across the firmament
Golden gate spread wide
The road opens before you, beckoning
Starting in the dusk
Through twilight
Into the dawn of your new day
Set a torch to coals of joy
Banking the flame of your essence
This instant in time was made for you
To seize all that was poured into you
Like wine
Drink from the cup and...
Humanize yourself
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
You’re the meteor shower I stay awake all night for.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Child smiling so softly
Sky brimming so brightly
Gazing forever upward
Running forever forward
Feel the wind blow
As hope begins to grow
Never show fear
Shout out with cheer
As the world smiled
They have finally found a Starchild.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
i've always known
i am not from this earth
a small starseed reincarnate
embodying my sparkling ancestors
made of stardust
glitter pours out of me when i speak
the milky way lays itself out in front me
like a red carpet
begging me to cross it
it's quite lonely here
inside this human body
_why doesn't anybody here
love like they did
in the stars?_
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
You are a starchild, born from
the heavenly bodies and all
their celestial love affairs; You
twinkled among the stars and
owned the universe with them,
and yet you came down to
Earth and instead took over
my heart. And you say you
don't remember any of that as
we lay under the planets, but
when I look into your eyes I
see a galaxy. You shine with
a supernatural sort of radiance
that I can't believe to be earthly
and I am awful at science but
when you speak to me, astronomy
makes sense. The universe makes
sense. And you say that, just as
birds and clouds and humans
die, stars eventually die out too.
Our time is short but, darling, we
are infinite. We've become our own
universe. We threw away our mortal
selves when we realized this and
embraced this fleeting moment we
have together; stories never die and
neither will ours. And you say you
want to take me to your place,
among the asteroids and nightlights.
Yesterday I would have said, "No,
I'm afraid of the dark" but mapping
the unknowns of outer space with you,
surely we will become constellations.
And besides, I already am in heaven;
after all, that is what love is, isn't it?
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
Hey, Starchild…
Can you feel me lean into you?
The weight of the moon -
immeasurable tons,
yet somehow making you lighter?
(An astronaut on the surface
gaining more height than you expect
with each leap-step.)
In the end, it may in reality be that
the Sun
is illuminated
by the moon.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
You have
pieces of star-matter
in you.
That fact alone
makes you
relevant.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
you're the kind of girl
they write sad indie songs about.
a grandly woven rug, full of color and zeal
held together with cheap scotch tape
and promises written in thick smoke by the most crafty of tongues.
dangerous girl-
though just as much to herself as to the rest of the world.
you're the kind of girl who thinks of herself
as a character in an offbeat film:
starkly humorous, deeply tortured,
a promising independent piece that doesn't quite have its identity yet.
maybe such a film is the brainchild
of a few washed up art students
some of which got together with cheap whiskey
and enough ambition to keep the world turning
for a little while longer
so they could breath life into you, starchild.
their lonely, brilliant minds fused into one
equally brilliant
equally lonely
teenage deadbeat
who's trying
but only just enough
to make herself feel something.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
As stars break into particle,
It's pulled by gravitaional circle.
As human voyage traced by it's chronicle,
The radical ideals etched in scientific article.
We are but the dust particle,
Beings stand verticle.
The true crucible blinded by our opitcal,
Our division of color and race is cortical.
For we are the same particle,
The starchild of miracle.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
I come from another planet
One that's placed so far away
You can't see it with the highest powered telescopes or anything like that
Well, I'm not from there, myself
But when I was just a seed, I was
I was planted here
Like a flower or a tree
I grew up here like you
But my origin is nothing you can imagine
You can't tell the difference, though
See, I've assimilated seemlessly
And no one knows
But this is my confession
I'm not from this place
And no one will ever believe me
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
as the moon blocks out the sun
all is dark,
all is silent; the air, still.
it feels like the end, but the day
is dark only for a brief moment;
the death of light and sound,
seems un-ending but
is gone as quickly as it came
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Cosmos in her eyes
Solar systems speckled across her skin
Teeth of shining suns
Scars of waning moons rail thin
Hair woven with nebluas
Skin made of stardust
Dark matter etched under her fingernails
Solar wind flowing through her lungs
Interstellar dust collects in her veins
Her heart a comet in the sky
Her smile as dwarf star
And a soul made of twisting and swirling colors burning hotter than the day
Stitched together in cloth of flesh
Hidden deep inside broken clay and yet
Despite the black hole clawing at her mind
This starchild won’t leave
I am made of galaxies
You cannot **** me
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
*The Starchild
She was sat on the lawn.
The inner city park an oasis
from the August heat steaming
from the searing concrete buildings
of the old city.
I opened my brown bag.
And ate my sandwich watching her.
From the surrounding woodlands
the wild animals
had congregated
at her feet.
Almost like a class
of kindergarten children.
She was talking softly to them.
From the distance I could see
they held no fear of her.
And soon neither did I.
how could I?
Curious I sat down on the grass
in my business suit.
With the rabbits and squirrels.
She said to them the sky
was the roof of our world
as we know it.
But also the floor of eternity.
That she was a starchild from out there.
And her spirit plays in the sunlight.
Far above
in the land of starchildren.
She said at night she watched
them play through her open window
far into the starlight above.
Where the light was pure and timeless.
The sunlight caught her hair like a halo
For a moment I thought she was an angel.
She said she will return there one day.
And her being would drift
from star to star
exploring everything.
Seeing wonders that did not exist here.
She would visit
every single one.
Since she would have
an eternity to do it.
She does not come
to the park since
the fall arrived.
and the golden leaves
blew into the cool winds.
the park now seems
an empty sad place.
And in my heart
I miss her.*
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
i
In the impossible
I hath found the possible
As her education is far from
Terrestrial proficiency.
ii
In the death I dieth daily
She's mine starchild baby
As her gushing decorum
Is a forum to all saint's and good Samaritan's.
iii
She outdoes any in beauty
None doth cometh close
She's alive yet a ghost
Soo miraculously she sketches her maquillage.
iv
Her life-force is astounding
Spanish lingo of her's so attracting
Mine thirst for her is abounding
As a suckling I çryeth when she goeth away......
v
She maketh all nightmare's leave
Tis its her I am, tis she's me
Like a trapped bird, she set's me free
How daily do I wait her empress call to her throne!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I am not of this world
My eyes are not eyes
They are Black Holes
Swallowing this universe whole
My heart is not a heart
It is a Pulsar
******* you dry
My soul is not simply a soul
It is a Nebula
Forging the birth of stars
My body is not just a body
It is a Galaxy
Holding the celestial organs of my Super Nova
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
the night beckons, her stars call to us,
praying that their stories be heard
before fiery cores turn to stone,
and the light fizzles out;
and you'll whisper, 'god ****
i've never felt so alone,'
because that's what we'll be,
out there in the darkness,
alone.
and with no stories left to tell,
we wonder what will become of us,
these star-children,
who have witnessed much in the life
of celestial bodies, compared them to our own;
and someday, our cores – our hearts,
will stop beating – turning into the heaviest of stone.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
In the dark you tried to find me
My heart strung out upon the floor
Don’t help me
I have to do this on my own
My heart shattered and alone
Blasted out by your sunlight
But you see nothing but me on the floor
Not noticing the shards by your feet
Stars you saw once you see no more
And if anything
That makes me shatter deeper
Your lost sight a knife to the core
But even knowing our days of joy are over
That you lost your vision of care-
I fight
To save the galaxies exploded across the tile
My soul in little specks of starlight on the cold stone
I will save what’s left of me
For me and me alone
I am infinity broken
And infinitely broken
But I’ll fight to put this starchild back together
Just like the old days
When things were better
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Come down out of your spaceship oh mighty visitor from the stars beyond so fiery and bright,
Despite our gestures we're paranoid and xenophobic,
And as much as humans posture deep down we all know this,
We can't even stop brutalizing others with our words and weapons,
We've been around for thousands of years, and we can't even get the concept of feeding the hungry right
So what makes you think a strchild shall visit us tonight?
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
*I remember when you were tiny
So fascinated by the moon
We hung a sky of golden stars
On the ceiling of your room.
You tied strings from star to star
Making star patterns yet unknown.
Became a bedtime spaceman.
That in your stars you roamed.
I think of the first time
You went outside in dark of night
To look at the spangled heavens
And Bathe in their magic light.
Your wide eyes saw earth’s ceiling
With a billion stars so bright.
It send your tiny heart reelling
On the clear and wondrous night.
The stars told you they loved you
Every planet star and all
But you were frightened of them
They made you feel so small.
You could not change the constellations
In the space beyond the sky.
And the feeling of being tiny
Almost made you cry.
But listen little traveler.
There’s something you must know
The minute that you were born on earth.
A new star began to glow.*
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
The stars were the only sparks of the fire which devoured my soul
If those sparks went out, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars and my dead eyes
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC