"starstruck" poems
I write about the stars too much.
I blame you.
Eyes holding galaxies in sweet captivity.
That starstruck feeling when you look at me.
Lips that taste of constellations.
Ecstacy of cosmic proportions.
Words drawing me in like a black hole.
Your body, like a goddess swimming in stardust.
Accidental perfection parallel to the Milky Way.
Your laugh as bright as a thousand supernovas.
Heart made of stars, filling the space in my own.
I write about the stars too much.
But really, I just write about you, the best of them all.
~S.C. Kelley
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
I was born in a time of veterans and freedom. Or was it killing, like when we left Eden?
I was born in a time, of oceans and salt. Or was it destruction, Atlantis had fought?
I was born in a desert, a place with a lot of hot sand. Cleopatra, Aphrodite, Egypt, all Seeing in the Land.
I was born in a Television, Hollywood starstruck was my name.
Classic, Modern or Hipster, craving fortune and fame.
I was born a telepathic, a mind reader of such. Seeking and giving out energy, requiring you of much.
I am deep, I am wide and I am always by your side. Loyal, Obedient and Giving. Taking, Fantasizing, Living.
I am quite the comic book laughter. I comedian of sorts.
I am quick to judge the living and cover up my warts.
Back to 1960, or was is 70 and 2?
When I was born a Scorpio, and no one ever knew.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Starstruck when our eyes meet
Electricity goes right through me
Nothing compares to this
This is the sweetest
Most precious
Sense of happiness
In your heart, I find peace
In your eyes, I see sense
In us, I find confidence
Confidence in true love
Confidence in trust
Confidence in worth
Confidence of all sorts
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Pawpaw would rock by the fireplace in his favorite rocker ! The occasional whiff of Oak firewood and Borkum Riff pipe tobacco , I was hanging on to every word ! A narrative about a little boy in 1925 . Standing by his chair , as proud as I could be ! He'd look straight into your eyes without even flinching , the smell of Old Spice aftershave and Kentucky Bourbon . A shot glass with a gold rim ..A pocket watch his Father passed on to him ..Stories of a little fella from the south side of Atlanta relayed to a captive audience of one ! A starstruck grandson with a cup of hot chocolate , cap pistol , belt , holster , pajamas and house shoes ! Astonished with tales of Buffalo Bill ! Sergeant York and Wild Bill Hickok !
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Entangled, inseparable, the dark and the light; the sun and the night.
Sandy blond hair and a musical laugh; jet black locks and swiftest flight.
Heights they encompass and the depths they rule.
One, united forever, from balance to fall.
He, the prophet, musician and scholar; She, the maiden, huntress and guardian.
Spheres opposing, mixed and mighty.
Fire and water, the shadows in the forest and the piercing rays of dawn.
Starstruck, moonstruck and tied together in lunar madness.
The Lord, the Lady, marked by fate bound by destiny, yet the fall begins.
Intoxicating, this bond is; the burden of power, responsibility and statute.
Deep they fell, into abysmal glorious ecstasy, and crossed the forbidden boundary.
Their spheres merge, tempted they are and temptation the succumb to.
Blood, the blood they share, reddens the moon and darkens the sun.
The Earth descends into eternal twilight.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
***She's an imp of a troublemaker fairy
they call her Heather Featherwand
she lives midst ancient ruins
'pon Saturn's ringlets
of ethereal ice & dust
you might get a peek at her
neath a summertide night's dream,
she wears lavender and tangerine
to blend in with the blazing cosmos,
her pale peachy butterfly wings
make sounds like katydids
singing in the treetops and
cicadas come to life at night
further adding to her mysterious flight,
she took off one day, they say
with the man in the moon
and they've been starstruck ever after***
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
“Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.”
I don the belt of old Orion
and sit atop the great winged Pegasus.
I steal riches from cunning Copernicus
and sing ballads to the lonely new moon.
Look there - my bride! Oh fair Andromeda;
She bears our band fashioned from Saturn’s rings.
Her dress woven from strands of silk stardust,
we read our vows to the watching planets
and kiss under the sun’s jealous blaze.
Starstruck, we ride, comets trailing in our wake.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
pisces:
stop claiming you are weak. it doesn't come down to strength,
it comes down to self-discipline.it comes down to
there should've been something there (love),, every time he looked
at you, every time he needed you to hold
him. you scorned him, when you were both on the floor but it showed
on his face more. it comes down to
you left
his body wracked with sobs, gasping for breath because he didn't think you
would. everyone believes you when you say you love
them except after a while they don't. he was spellbound and starstruck
and delusional. everyone thinks you are kind. but there are five people
who might be able to tell how you are cruel
and self-absorbed when you are bored. you tire of your toys
and the people who fell for you first got the worst of it. when you know
you;ve got it you don;t want it anymore. so you pretend to cry,
tell everyone youve never been loved back. but get a grip on your head
and your heart, pisces, if you really want everything to stop
falling apart. surrender that cruel magic of yours, have more truth;
puke out the pain you've enjoyed, [give up] the shallow joys for profound
ones. pick your soul up off the floor. beat some sense into it.
go out there with everything in the right place and when you know want
to do, go do it.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I want to melt like frost in springtime
under a gentle sun.
I want to lose myself in the night sky
starstruck.
I want to wander through an endless forest
no turning back.
It was the snow glimmering in winter's bitter light,
How the cloudless sky kissed the treeline,
Soft pine needles beneath my bare feet,
leaving me bewitched.
A lake at sunset.
A moonlit night.
A stroll in the cemetery.
No matter where I run,
I can't help but return to you.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
silhouettes running down brick walls like
flashfloods clinging to ***** mascara
where starstruck children run in mud
call me the eve of original sin
for the things I have seen and the places I've been
for ridges of ink etched in landscapes of skin
for heartbeats in hoodies saying lest we forget
in the valley of the shadow of death
they rest with hands crossed over their chests
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Untrodden silver cesspool,
Darkened by bombshell blast,
Riding in weathered abyss,
Covered with killer cannon fodders past.
Black battle went into starstruck night,
All started to fall, but not all fast,
Over tricky time they all did fight,
With wind guiding bloodstained mast.
Lovers light broke with rising sun,
Gleefully gallivanting through hours passed,
Tediously tiptoeing with hopes to run,
Over red salty sea made infinitely vast.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
This isn't what you wished
Upon that small baby
This isn't what you wished
This isn't the head you kissed
The head of that baby
This isn't what you kissed
This isn't what you held
The weight of that baby
This isn't what you held
This isn't what you smelled
The scent of that baby
This isn't what you smelled
This isn't what you felt
Felt for that baby
This isn't what you felt.
This isn't how it was supposed to be
This isn't what you imagined
This isn't what you meant me to see
The isn't what you'd bargained
This isn't the life you choose to live
This isn't the trust you chose to give
This isn't the love you once entrusted
This isn't the marriage to which you'd come in
This isn't the daughter you once knew
This isn't the love you walked into
This isn't the hope you'd had before
This isn't the love in fairytale's lore
This isn't at all what you expected
This isn't at all what you should have collected
This isn't the right end for an angel
This isn't, as it seems, quite so fatal
But this is me
Imperfect glory
Oh, this is me
With a sad, sad story
This is me
Timeless and dying
This is me
The blood I'm crying
This is me
The failure's jive
This is me
The end of a life
This is me
On sanity's cliff
This is me
Ready to drift
This is me
Desperate and wanting
This is me
Pretending and flaunting
Yes, this is me
Your youngest daughter
And it's not at all what you wanted
My dearest mother
This is me
The smoke, the pain
This is me
For loss, for gain
This is me
This is that baby
This is me
Now a young lady
This is me
Looking for love
This is me
Small and starstruck
This is me
On the wrong path
This is me
Treading on broken glass
This is me
Begging for help
This is me
****** to hell
This is me
Waiting to be saved
This is me
Turning away
This is me
Nearing Death's door
This is me
Saying I can take no more
This is me
With smoke in my lungs
This is me
Absorbing the sun
This is me
With knife in hand
This is me
Enjoying the land
This is me
Pleasing those men
This is me
Washing my hands
And this isn't what you wanted
And this is why you cry
And this isn't what I expected
And this is why I wish to die
Oh, this is why my mind is unclean
This is why you weep
This is why we couldn't foresee
And this is why I can't sleep
This is why the night is frightening
This is the absence of hope
Yet this is why we live
And this is why we cope
And this isn't life
This is unidentified
And this isn't strife
This is why we live and die
Maybe this is a maybe
Maybe this is uncertainty
Maybe this is a per say
Maybe this is you, is me
Yes, maybe this is human
Though this is inhumane
Maybe this is *******
And cannot be contained
Maybe maybe is uncertainty
Maybe maybe is insanity
Maybe maybe is a waste of hope
Maybe maybe is the knife at our throats
This is me
With a ring on my finger
This is me
With a kiss on my lips
This is me
With a love that lingers
This is me
With a sway to my hips
This is my reflection
So pretty, so ugly
This is my reflection
So imperfect, so me
This is life
Tiring and refreshing
This is time
A burden unrelenting
These are my friends
My children, my life
These are my friends
So perfect, so right
And this is pain
And this is gain
And this is love
And this is hate
And this is trust
And this is my place
But first
Foremost
This is me.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
"We fit together so nicely,"
You said
And I completely agree
Something so right, so meant to be.
It starts with a sweat
And a intense wash of cold
In reaction to the heat
On the inside of me.
A shiver-- or two
Quaking my form
And there you are
Between my thighs.
I'm holding my breath
Or I'm breathing heavy
And I'm biting my lip
Cause it feels so nice.
We fit together like puzzle pieces
Rocking and stretching our limbs
Colliding in a moment
Of a rising ******
Then it comes quick
Only a split second to think
To realize what is really happening
Just long enough to react.
Starting with a flicker
Of a fiery sensation
Between my legs
And it spreads, like a wildfire
It pops
Explodes
And I feel it everywhere
A release.
My muscles ****
And it's like I'm trying to escape from my own skin
My jaw clenches
Then goes slack.
My eyes roll
My mind a kaleidoscope of thoughts
There's no sense of control
Just waves of reactions upon reactions.
A thousand different tickles
Down my thighs and to my toes
Like the sensation of warm water
When you're bitterly cold.
After the initial shake of the explosion
My mind is useless
And I have to put myself back in my body
Because for a moment I was free.
The tension is gone
Every part of me is loose
And everything is sensitive and temperamental
Like a candles flame.
For a moment there's nothing
Nothing but my body
No mind
No thoughts
No silly people things
Just the raw
The primal
The true being I am
And I see you..
You're between my thighs
Starstruck by the moment
Marveling at my body
As it rolls into yours.
I'm ****** back into the act
Like a magnet to it's kind
And you're so ******* beautiful
And you're all mine
And here, right now
We're one.
My body is powerless to you
And yours is powerless to me
We don't speak
We simply feel
And that's a closeness most don't achieve.
A bond
Like no other
Body
And mind.
"We fit together so nicely,"
You said
And I completely agree
Something so right, so meant to be.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
Trolling Amazon I found my inner Kurtz
Harrison foreswore my bear totem: darkness
Lady gal pal taught me soul-mating hurts
Martha Muffins vinyl v. Kirby’s Agatha Harkness
Saved my twins made them productive
Mutating FF X to Avengers indie 80s on me take
Man-starring all the boogie children say code this grandpa
Gaiman Miller Moore Morrison invade Waid
Wrightson Kaluta Jones Smith put bronze to paint
McKean Sienkiewicz Mack Maleev mimic The Studio
Now let’s gallery our portals strung from kid dimensions
Makers engaging history NOW NEW 52 intervals starstruck
Spread indie throughout known multiverse in craft crooks
While nursing nannies coddle light corners scuttling roaches
Bell & Schrödinger's cat transport trainspotting to a fine art
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
This girl that I am seeing.
This perfect woman.
Makes me feel so alive.
The rush of every encounter
makes me so starstruck.
It's a wonder
how she loves
a person like me.
She holds me like my mother never did.
She kisses me like
I imagine the angels would.
Her love
always has me begging for more.
And the goodness of her heart
compares her to a goddess.
Valentines day is tomorrow.
She is obviously the one
I really care about her.
Oh please tell me, can't you tell?
The things I could say,
the way I could tell her.
The many ways I want to tell her.
The things I can't tell her.
She is everything.
When I feel like nothing.
She proves that I am something.
Because with every emotion
I feel like I am flying.
She knows me for me.
Loves me for me.
She could choose anyone
but yet she holds my hand.
What did I do
to have her by my side.
Luck, no.
Just love, pure love.
The oceans
reflect in her eyes.
And when she cries,
the ocean rushes out.
Her skin
beautiful and clean.
Her lips hold the keys tho the unknown.
She blushes a lot.
But it's perfect to me.
She's so insecure,
just why?
She is everything.
I would give my life for her.
Cut open my wrist and give her every last drop.
She is so perfect,
yet she is criticized so often.
She is called fat
she is called ugly
annoying
but I have never seen any of that.
To me,
she is her
and that is so much to say.
I love her.
Sometimes,
the only thing to say
Thank you
for loving
me
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
I can't tell you how much I'm hurting
To acknowledge my pain is weakness
To share my weakness is pathetic
But I hurt, oh, I hurt
I can't tell you how much I want you to love me
Because to say it would be to jinx it
And to jinx it would be to lose you
But, by god, I wish you loved me
I can't explain how much I depend on you
Because to explain would be to trust you
And to trust you would be to make me vulnerable
But I depend on you. I really do.
I can't tell you all the little things I want you to say
Because to tell you would be to make them unoriginal
And to make them unoriginal would be to make them unsatisfactory
But I wish you would coddle me and tell me those things
I can't tell you how much I want to be yours
Because to tell you would be to give you power over me
And to give you the power would be to give you my leash
But I wish I could, and you would own me.
I can't tell you how twisted I am
Because to tell you would be to make you notice
And to make you notice would be to disgust you
But I wish you'd accept me
I can't tell you
I'm sorry for that
You've given me your trust
But I can't give it back
I can't explain
So I'll apologize
I simply don't want to be
Pathetic in your eyes
I can't confide
And I'll always feel remorse
But if I were to lose you
I'd feel much worse
I can't be who you wish me to be
So I'll keep who I really am
Under lock and key
I'll chain up my personality
So, ideally you'll see
The person you can't help but love
That person that leaves you starstruck
I'll hold back all I am
Because I am not your ideal
And your ideals are above me
So I can't let myself be real
I've shunned who I am
Because of who you are
I am bitter and angry
But you'll never see my scars
I want to let you closer
I want to try my luck
But deep down I know
I'm not who leaves you starstruck
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
These years are speeding darkly
Since the epiphany. You don't get
A lot of those.
Last night
On the beach I laid back to watch
The shooting stars; some say
The heavenly stars. The Perseids
Burned indiscriminately,
I counted two.
I was starstruck watching
The four satelites,
In a pre-determined orbital,
That would burn as sure as
A ghetto.
Ogling the dark spaces;
Comforted, there's more stars
Out there for some other reason.
And wham. It happened , always unexpected.
It's not because something's not there;
It's because it never was, but for
Two meteors and four satelites.
I saw the light.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
*Its been written in the stars that I will be
Starstruck by your personality, and your
clenched fists
Supergiant of manliness that strikes soft
flesh, sparks bruises, causes pain.
Leave, people say, but I can't, love is a giant supernova.
Sparse is the love for me, infinite is the universe.
The stars I see now are not of distant galaxies though,
but rather the start of a concussion*
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Him who makes me hazy.
Him who's laugh makes me starstruck.
Him who's soft accented voice lets off "One year, Nineteen days."
Voices exchange.
Brain numb, and hands perspiring I step back.
"W-what?" I stutter.
"The day you broke up with me."
Blood rushes to my cheeks fast like a ******
Him who smiles that broken smile, the striking smile.
Him who looks like a newcomer.
Him who I haven't held in an eternity.
In One year and Nineteen days.
Five months, January 1st to April 28th.
One year and Nineteen days.
Him who had no trepidation.
Him who broke my heart as well as his.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
*her face, moonlight, diffused
pure art, creamy, curved
hands of finest sculpture
alabaster smoothed
delicate strands, her hair
of softest gold
floats, she dwells in stars
Venus, high priestess
magnetic force above
ever invincible
ruler of love*
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
I wonder if
Orion knows,
or even the Seven Sisters,
just how often
they've been crooned about,
by many a forlorn
& starstruck lover.
In verses &
in rhymes,
millions of lines
crying love,
the heartbreak
of our times.
I marvel.
So twinkle, twinkle on Orion
& you my Seven Sisters,
you dearest twinkling friends,
shine brightly in the pitch,
continue to give us hope,
to give us something
to still believe in,
to make our lives
more richer.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
I am both pilgrim and detective -
A kind of penitent Poirot -
Sifting through muddy reality
In search of a woman - THE woman.
She appears to me from time to time;
Glimpses abound in those around me.
A riddle unsolved, a question unasked;
In love with what I cannot see.
We may even have met already.
Something missed at the time may grow
And consume - a glance, a polite word;
Some hidden gem revealed by time.
Her nature, like her face, eludes me.
Is she some noirish Nemesis,
With omnipresent cigarette haze
And the knell of doom in her heel-clack?
Or the timid nerd of the high school,
Revealed as a radiant beauty
Sans horn-rims, ponytail and books
(On reflection, that's probably me).
Shall we be tragic starstruck lovers,
Cut off in the peak and prime of love
To become a cliché for journalists
And poets immune to irony?
Or perhaps she is all of these things
Arrayed in sublime splendour,
Shifting dreamlike through modes of being
Which illuminate each other.
Besides, I am surely mistaken.
It is a poet's weakness in me:
Reducing his imagined beloved
To convenient literary types.
Just as well: moulds are tedious
No-one worth knowing fits into one
(My apologies to moulded readers -
You are probably happier than I).
Yet, without knowledge, I know her
Even as I search tirelessly.
For I know everything about her
(Save only her identity).
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
I fell in love with him so easily. I was starstruck from the moment we first started hanging out, and I have been in awe of him ever since. With every passing month I knew that my feelings for him wouldn’t go away. He immediately got all of my love. My heart was his. I held him on a high pedestal so I was scared that one day he would throw it away and realize that my love wasn’t good enough. But nevertheless, I didn’t take my heart back. I wanted it to be his.
I took the risk of loving him, and it is still really scary. Loving someone gives them the power to hurt you. Sometimes I feel like I’m too vulnerable giving so much of myself to another person. But reflecting on all of this past time spent with him… I don’t want to take my heart back. All of the car rides where he touched my leg, all of the times he nudged me to silently ask if I was okay, the times when he would hug me, pick me up, and twirl me around... I would take any risk to have those moments. If I know that there is a chance to have these moments of happiness and love with him, I’m going to go for it. He is worth that risk.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC