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by Bark

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Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the
                    lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.
In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of
                                    veins, arteries and nerves.
Sometimes it all flows correctly; sometimes everything becomes
     knotted up in all the wrong places.  Skin toughened by beatings brought about by the
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- maybe then I would have reciprocated to your efforts all my yearning I've kept sealed tightly, maybe then we might have had a chance.
When I told you to make things clear and to stop teetering between the fringes of my hopes and dreams and the cruel loneliness that awaits, my blood was already thinning and I was gagging from my silent yet continually flow
an irrevocable truthi.
snowflake child, you are a fine example
of the incandescence of a human light
even under innumerable umbras
i see you- ruby and blooming
ferociously fighting your way
out of a pile of rubble
my anemone, my halo
that comely wraps around my moon pith
do not fret if i self-stumble, fumble
with my fingers, and mumble to my toes
my center of gravity is oft frail and
meek to begin with
you are lead cause of the diamond flecks
scattering about the carbon of my pupils
you do not leave me
you teach me to be
snake-eyed yet shotgun-hearted-
a sapphire wanderlust livid
for life and star-gazing sights, you map
constellations on my freckles and fright †
look now at how i'll find my lighthouse lover
then tend to some kids
and grow out of my gills and into grey hairs
then tend to some kids with their own kids
and reminisce about friends and phenomena
i signed my name on a patch of sky with
all on my own except
that your hand never left mine
that if i were to crumble
like the sandcastle
poet, breathe now.                                                                           you

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always half-finishedi can tell you how much i loathe anyone or anything that lingers, even when they're beautiful. my anxiety disorder can't handle any of that. yet it's been one year and one month and i'm still stuck in reverse.
nauseated is the prettiest emotion i've felt so far because for once, i can see an actual physical rejection, rather than these invisible strings snapping on the inside, but never showing even a blemish on the outside.
my screams have begun to ferment as they remain bottled up in what i imagine to be gruesome-colored vials within the shelves of my intestines. each vial must be carrying individual, heart-straining yelps, yelling and sobs from different moments in time yet all having been filled from one source (you).
i have paint swatches stuck in my journals that i try and match with each of the aches that i can feel from these vials. this blue, is your eyes and this off green is the way they made me feel. color coded aches.
maybe then you would have seen this coming.
the way the
...signaling a beginning.It is much too cold for May.
cold iridescence
breaking in.
He hates the cold now, you see.
He thought he'd always dislike heat
as he had since
six at school.
Fond of hugs and of sun,
being teased as
'sticky Steve'.
I guess
is one key to curing
some sorts of incongruities.
It was much too cold that day as well.
Calendar and watch and
lucky compass
all set out.
Wind serenely flouncing,
roads skimpily iced.
Mrs. and son and their Tahoe by
electric barbwire were mutilated-
sliver served.
As he sat there
eyes feasting
He wrapped a robe around his
pajama-clad boody,
scouting his bedside for his glasses.
rummaging through the porch bushes
for the newspaper.
May 02, 2012
"The four year anniversary
of the taboo tragedy..."
"The culmination of
1 year and 8 months and 13 days
in mental asylum...
sentence out..."
"...younger sister and
aunt of victims... piercing the tires"
"...will deservedly
decay in a
17-180 micrometersWhen we say hairline
understood as human hair
in the average of our daily lives would indicate
such a minuscule matter
microscopic width
indifferent distance
But when it becomes
the keen remoteness between your heart and mine
and the
almost warmth of your sure touch on my doubtful skin
I'd rather be at the apex
while you at the bottom of the
Himalayan mountains
where the cold and view of horizon
would help
lessen the longing
But I
I digress
and I
remind myself
of the 17-180 micrometer
demarcation bar
hairline fracture-esque in appearance  
yet gargantuan in sensation
You are the maxillary 3rd molars
I should have extracted  
long ago
I suffocate
living in broken recording
hearing your breath whisper
I hope you
give up
and drown
where sunlight can never again reach you
nor deja vu resuscitate the harbored air
of our 17-180 micrometer
transatlantic gully  
I am tormented by a hairline
I am being pushed to the purlieu of my exis
Your Answer: A Ghazal   Will I ever get to touch you again? I'm waiting for an answer
      You pour out your shy love grain by grain while I'm waiting for an answer
   Have your once moist lips begun to crackle? I have become parched patience
      My kisses once made you writhe in pain yet I'm waiting for an answer
   Where our rings were, a mark remains and in shared memories we linger
      Please be true and say you will remain as I'm waiting for an answer
   To what do I compare my love for thee? You shine so effortlessly
      Oh Moroccan rose I'll be your rain, how I'm waiting for an answer
   Finally our fingers lace and all's in its place, we're back together
      Now love will bind us with ball and chain, yes, I'm waiting for an answer<

Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
winter sun.
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my
Turning Into Ghosts2007
I have come back. Finally, I am here, standing on the same unwinding road that I was forced to bid goodbye to in what seems to have been eons ago and yet, it feels like I never really left at all. Seventeen years have passed since my nightmares first began to unfold into reality; the summer of 1990 forever haunts me. So full of emotion, my eyes tear up as I am still trying to process my arrival. Truly, I feel as if every time I inhale and my lungs expand, I am instantly pricked with a million needles and, whenever I breathe out and my lungs deflate, it's as if I've lost my soul altogether with the carbon dioxide waste. My heart must be shouldering bricks and my legs are but trapped in cement shoes, I just know it.
Why am I back here? I have already lost everything. I am entering a town filled with past ghosts and demons. I tell myself that I need not revisit this sad reminder of the irreparable yet my feet continue marching along this corkscrew path. A va
seasons' changesi. last fall
i had my heart torn apart
† † † † (by you)
by a boy- one who replaced
his ripped bluish-gray jeans
† † † † (that i loved on you)
for brown corduroy pants to keep him safe
from the coming harshness of winter;
even through its irrational number
of hail and rainstorms,
i don't believe i felt
or recalled a thing about that fall
for it was during that fall that not even the howling of the winds
could help shatter my dangling,
crystallizing heart
and our growing, cathartic distance.
i, too, had to adjust as i was forced
to learn
how to make due
without the heat of your arms
over and around my nape
and waist.
i'm not sure if it was just my imagination,
but, the pre-winter drafts lasted longer
than usual that year.
ii. last winter
you and i became friends,
coming back to where we started off,
on the surface
† † † † (on my part at least)
this was the first winter i'd seen you
wear ear muffs.
you told me about some other girl
† † † † (with the same chestnut hair as mine)
you told me
Sravana VarsaI'm broken branches
in forest trenches
keeping you safe throughout war
I'm hidden rain-songs
lyrical diphthong
trembling by the cooling shore
The sky is running
with ghost clouds gunning
at the clueless masked lovebirds
The moist earth swells up
filling leaking cups
with our fruitless crippled words

Candlelight flickers
leave souls to wither
as my bones set in for night
Prevernal daydreams
undone at the seams
tease you and wind you up tight
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
My skin is summoned by the auburn glow
We took a vow to live without goodbyes
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
I hear bells resounding like last July's
And so by another trench shall I go
My hair is guided by the sea's deep sighs
My skin is summoned by the auburn glow
A Sparrow's Soliloquy"Every year they get a new tattoo," Papa exclaims while pointing at a certain pop band as he watches the MTV Music Awards with me. I am reminded to untuck my hair from my ear in order to prevent him from catching my already 3rd secret tattoo.
Papa's love, for me, has always been proportional to the width and warmth of his grizzly bear paws that wrap perfectly around my cold and anemic bird bones. Sometimes I wonder how much of his heart do I really own; he's already proclaimed, in front of mama too, that he loves me far more than anyone he has ever and will ever love. Sometimes, I spend sleepless nights worrying myself to sickness upon the days to come when he'll find out that I'm not the perfect little princess he's always believed me to be.
I may be Papa's pocket-sized, big-hearted English literature college professor delight of a daughter, but sadly, it has to be that I am also his gender fluid, underground indie band lead singer nightmare of a baby girl.

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poet, breathe now.                                                                           you

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The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXIXWelcome to volume twenty-nine my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit!
The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including:
:bulletwhite: This article’s deviant spotlight: featuring the sweethearted Sammur-amat. She has offered to answer a few questions as well, to tell us a bit about what inspires her writing and which piece in particular she favors.
:bulletwhite: Additional information about our upcoming events, including a special critique Q and A session in our official TheLadiesofLit chatroom. And we also have a selection of other interesting Literature news links to share with you.
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A Call to Conversation (22)--:devsammur-amat:Welcome to the 22nd article focusing on featuring and getting to know the deviants behind the work! This series will be posted every Wednesday. If you have a deviant you'd like to see included, please send =TwilightPoetess a note with the subject "Call to Conversation"--make sure to include the deviant's name as well as a reason you think they'd make a good interview subject! Also, feel free to send along a question or two you'd like to have answered by them!
This week's featured deviant is Sammur-amat!
Sammur-amat is one of those deviants who goes out of her way to make everyone ELSE feel special; she's a gem, and you should definitely peruse her lovely gallery.  I stole a snippet from the bio on her profile page to share here:  "My greatest inspirations come from starry skies and shimmering seas. Nothing in my opinion is more beautiful to paint/write about than the seemingly endless. I

Interview With An Admin1. Hi Sammur-amat! You've been selected for our staff interview for Love-Literature!
Hooray! :squee:
2. What made you want to become an admin for Love-Literature? And what does your role entail?
I joined the admin with a little hint from my dear friend and creative genius of the group AimeeRaindrop.
As of the moment, I'm an official lurker for the group.
3. What do you like most about being an admin for Love-Literature?
Getting exposed to a multitude of pieces is the best part of being an admin for Love-Literature. I get to discover firsthand poetry and prose pieces written in almost every genre from every skill level.
4. Are there any deviants who inspire you here on dA? If so, who are they are and what is your favorite piece of theirs? (Up to 4 deviants, 1 piece per deviant, please)
Gosh, I have so many favorite writer-poet friends on this site that have both served great sources of inspiration and strength. It would be imposs
Let's Talk Writing: Issue 8Let's Talk Writing: Issue 8
Let's Talk Writing is my new article featuring five different writers that I've discovered here on deviantArt. It will be published every Friday. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to note me. I will take them into consideration. Now, Let's Talk Writing!
Writer #1: :icondistortified: distortified

What inspired you to start writing?
I couldn't really tell you, to be honest. I just did it, since I could. I always loved reading, so of course that fueled the fire, but there was always just some story unfolding in the back of my head, and it seemed only natural to write it out. Stephen King inspired me a lot as an artist, and I had a family full of readers that always encouraged me, but I can't think of any one catalyst that definitively got me started.

How much do you feel you've improved in the last few years?
Tremendously. Specifically the last three

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"Sammur-amat is a writer of inspiring passion and she manages quite skillfully to instill wonder. She has a great sense of flow – her vivid words are strung together so masterfully by the end you are often left speechless. Her writing has a lovely fantastical sense but holds subtly to reality – a combination that allows you to escape into vivid imagery wrapped in real and keenly felt emotions."
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"Dee's art will heal you. No matter what ails you, no matter that some of her poetry and fiction is harsh and painful in its beauty, her words are a cure. Each piece is so vivid, so imagistic, you will finish in one of two ways: satisfied, sated or with a burning fire to do - something. Her words will infiltrate your spirit, and you will not be able to help reading her poetry aloud. Check out her gallery!!"
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                                        In my rested palms
                                        and your shoulder-neck's hollow,
                                        in these expanses
                                           did we find koi no yokan
                                           in a rose gold reverie

                                        By your hair's wafture
                                        my nightmares are drowned, consumed
                                        By your lilt breathing
                                           you whisper birdsong, perfumed
                                           Cloud my mind; I'm enraptured

                                        Was I before you
                                        caught in the eye of a storm?
                                        Ah, natsukashii!
                                           Gazing at a rose gold dawn,
                                           Lips embraced, we trace a dream
Kintsukuroi: A Rensaku
Written in Rensaku form :love:
- a Rensaku is basically linked Tanka consisting of 5-7-5-7-7 syllable poems

Japanese words:
Kintsukuroi- to repair with gold, creating understanding that a piece can be more beautiful after being broken
Koi no yokan- the sense one has upon meeting another person that they will fall in love
Natsukashii-  the emotion triggered by experiencing something for the first time in a long time


Written for Lissomer 's Micro Color Contest!
You can check out the details over here:  CLOSED: Micro Colour Contest!Wowowow, what an amazing few weeks of entries!  The Micro Colour Contest is now officially over, with 106 wonderful entries from over 70 different deviants!!! Thank you all so much for participating. chromeantennae and I have our work cut out for us! I'll see you all in the results journal!
Keep an eye out for the results... Coming Soon!
You're all amazing.
Okay, so this is a pretty cool update. Instead of just me staring blankly at all of your incredible entries and having NO IDEA who to pick, I'm bringing in the big guns!
Please welcome the incomparable chromeantennae,
who is joining me as a Special Guest Judge!
I consider Ricky to be one of my closest friends, and one of my favourite poets here on deviantArt. He has a wonderful eye for the incredible, and I'm sure he'll be super great help with the (daunting) task of judging your fantastic work! Here are just a few words

The color I have chosen, in case it is still not clear, is ROSE GOLD
Link to my second entry: Pushing Poison


Which line did you like the least?
Which line did you like the most?
Two-cents please?
1,699 deviations

How do you view me? (stolen from Jenene) :heart: 

20 deviants said All of the above
11 deviants said Artist/Writer
10 deviants said Friend
4 deviants said Community Spirit
1 deviant said Other?

PLEASE :+fav: this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you! :heart:

After a year's worth of waiting, thanks to the never ending lack of real life drama,
I am pleased to announce the 

PS the reason there are more honorable mentions for the poetry division than that of the prose is due to the fact that there were well over double the amount of entries


God of War by TheTerrorOfTheDeep

After asking me my sign, he told me that we were a perfect match, Leo and Aries. I laughed, saying he reminded me of a different king in the sky, Cepheus. My answer to his asking of why should have been an omen.
“You are Cepheus, with your arms raised, begging the gods to spare your precious Andromeda.”
“Who does that make you? Andromeda?”
“The gods.”

Raw lines from a powerful piece that just claws at a reader's emotions! :love: 


The History of Starlight by Chipchinka 

“I’ve seen those stars,” Máküs says.  “But I never learned them.  I looked at them as a child, as a teenager.”

“I did the same.”
“And now we’re seeing them at the same time.”
“And we’re seeing Regulus.  The Heart of Leo.  It’s our star, Máküs…yours and mine.”
“But it is four stars, you say.”
“Ours nonetheless: dancing around each other.  Two for you and two for me."

You can almost feel starlight bursting out of the hearts of the characters. :heart: 


constellations by miserabel 

The last of the signs is about harmony and swimming on, eternally attracted to the endless blue horizon, Neptune's loyal subject. Have you met her? No, and neither have I - but I imagine her hair to flow like waves and her hands to be the cooling pools whose touch invites you to rest.

Such lovely imagery and wording swirls about this dreamy piece :clap:


What You Learn From The Stars by linaket 
She, of Two by EvelynTaliette and
The Zodiac Races by IsleintheSkye  

What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.
2. They will always remind you of him.
3.  Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope.  He wants to be an astronaut.  He shows you Orion.  The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity.  The way it drags your limbs low.  You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist. 
4.  You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers.  There are sheets, and there are thousands.  You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere.  Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5.  You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f
  She, of TwoAbove me the forest canopy silhouettes the night sky in an elaborate  frame of reaching branches and fluttering leaves, now stilled.
The stars pause in their meandering for my view; the trees wave, revealing some and concealing others.
"Sidere mens eadem mutato,” as my father would say-- though the constellations change, the mind is universal.
I scoop my hands through the dark water, pushing my form along by the smallest gestures. A tree with roots firmly planted in the pond passes my floating form and the shade (just a temporary asylum from the moon’s gaze) recedes. There appears my fellow traveller, illuminating his way across the sky in increments just as I travel these wetlands.
Sudden wind slinks its way across my exposed skin (pink knees, bony shoulders, a sallow face-- almost disembodied above the opaque water) once again, in synchrony with the quivering leaves. Unforgiving, but I’m sheltered from its wrath; cocooned in dark water with the current c
The Zodiac RacesI let a hand rest comfortably on Icarus’s back as we walked. He rumbled softly as he stalked along next to me, big as a horse. “They are all fools. All is well for them, simply watching, but this race is important beyond their knowledge.” he meowed to me, thick and gold. The music of his tone was a touch sharp, like someone had tightened the strings in his throat.
“I would’ve thought you would enjoy all the attention.” I added, letting my words smile. I stopped, and he turned his great head for me to rub his chin. His mane had been streamlined, giving him a sleeker, more dangerous look, but his eyes were still raw and golden. Icarus nudged me with his head, and I fell back a full pace, laughing.
“Let’s run, Soleil!” he purred, dropping himself onto his belly.
“Fine.” I told him, trying to frown sternly. “But only for the exercise. We don’t want all these good people thinking you’re running away from the


Ruminations on a Fallen Star, Not Yet Fallen by AzizrianDaoXrak 

I cling to my stars, my Spica, my Vindemiatrix,
casting my peridot seeds into the waves, throwing
my gems away, like Cassiopeia, and I will come 
to harvest your crystal shoots in the fullness of time,
in summer.

The flow and superb usage of theme and constraints is what made this piece the undeniable crown jewel amongst all the other beautiful treasure trove of entries! :love:


The Sky Bull by TheLunaLily 

Cast your beauty into the sea; let it slip away. Sacrifice it to Aphrodite, or fair Persephone, but keep none for yourself. Beautiful are the divine, but blessed are the plain.

Above par phrasing combined with wonderfully woven emotion. :heart:


I am the Everybody by fllnthblnk 

I am a lion among lions, a major and minor
against the unknowns of every other constellation,
the unknown of each smile in passing, the unknown biography
of a hand I touch, calloused by labor instead of love,
or the small hands that will one day house the bone-deep ache
that arrives with age and disuse, 

A poem that subtly yet surely resonates within a reader's being. :clap:


Libra Veneris by jade-pandora 
because we're too afraid to fly in daylight by Hfeather53 
Regulus by MirachRavaia 
On The Threshold of Creation by LadyofGaerdon 
to call the skin the midnight sky by adeline-renee 
In star-crossed balance by brokengod--veins 
the tides of fate by flightlessheron 

Libra VenerisVenus– Goddess of air and light
Adorning colors of sunset hues
Of ivory, pink, and glowing blues
While she awaits the waxing night
To measure stars upon her scale
That judges beauty from each gem,
Each light to sit around the hem
Like cultured pearls upon her veil.
But Libra's house will never tilt
To sacrifice her pleasure dome
The palace that she calls her home
By chance to cause a rose to wilt–
Hoc quidem nunquam facies.
because we're too afraid to fly in daylightjust when i thought i was home,
the welcome mat
turned to tacks beneath my feet.
i apologized for the blood
that crept into the cracks and stained your porch.
this isn't the redwood i had in mind;
but i think it's kind of beautiful,
in the same way
a moth can't find its way to the stars
from inside the garage so it
flicks its maddened wings to make a
ting, ting, ting
on a dying lightbulb.
"abyssus abyssum invocat,"
i whisper to the winged-dreamer
as she makes her way across my cheek.
i know she hears it as she
eases past my softly, parted lips.
ex glande quercus,
her wings thump morse code
against the rawness of my throat
and i swallow to quiet her pain.
hush, now shush. be still, my dear;
trees do not talk or bleed.
you've given your wings to grow with me
and we will reach the heavens.
we will be greater than the oaks
as our forest of hair plants us among the stars;
then, we will be home.
hitched to the sky
with the veins of your wings
and stuck with the red of
RegulusThe sky so close, heaven so far
and sand is white, white as your arms
Look through the bars
look at the stars
night covered the land with her charms.
What are the lines between the stars?
The lines of fate, like in your palms
Who wrote them there
in the thin air
the sky is clear as the night calms
The ram, the bull, the twins, the crab
virgin and lion - you and me
Farewell my love,
we'll meet above
between the stars we will be free
I'll be the lion's brightest star:
where no treason can quench my light
and when I fall
to you I call:
Morituri te salutant!

On The Threshold of CreationDaughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.

In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will surpass me, and live on,
or destroy me altogether.
Yet still I weave my words,
and endeavor to make Athena proud.
She beckons me home,
tall and stern from woven banner:
tempts me with promises of "Eureka",
and still I pray, to any who would hear me
that my living words will whisper
"non omnis moriar."
to call the skin the midnight sky astra inclinant
there are two stars tied
around my finger
by way of twine and
sailing rope.
one is frayed and the
other a contrario.
as the one is cast or
cut, the other pulls it
into embrace.
sed non obligant
and there we stand,
two bright stars
connected in constellation.
both rope and bone
decompose and we remain
in partial
In star-crossed balanceand I will learn
how to sew these skies together
when the constellations
unravel themselves
like a monsoon.
pillars of bones
and the quakes of every heartache
rests in the space
between my lungs
and my ribcage-
a home built to shelter
the song of the ocean
and the sweet silence of clouds
drifting above my irises,
against the downpour of waterforms
colliding in my veins.
[pluma, membrana-
nothing but the softness of dreams
and the heaviness of air]
I am a star-crossed lover;
a body who nurtures the mind
the heart
and the soul-
misers in a variety of matrimony
with this forsaken archipelago
whose plates have long ago been
separated by their unequal forces
then the climax
of life
came in slow motion
in vigorous verses.
the beginning of the end,
flowers blooming from bone marrows
and the sounds
of heavy breathing
white dwarves
pour out into the open
scattered like debris,
the discontinuity of souls
in my palms
but only the m

the tides of fatei’m gazing patiently at the
scars of ‘has-beens’ etched
in twining constellations
along your porcelain skin.
your cemented bones stand
strong against the northern
winds on the edges of collapsing
sea cliffs and the sighs of endless oceans.
i’ve watched you claw and scratch
toward a road of life and longing
while the sensation of success flourishes
inside the cages of your egoistic heart.
tu te ipse in praesaepibus
the wires are bound with
pine and ligaments of your
lungs as reality caves in on you.
† † † † † † † † † this is how drowning tastes, darling.
you may have scales that slide and
dance beneath the water’s surface
but your oxygen tank is running low
and your fingers curl around your throat
as you try to pry away the nightmares.
i’ll throw you a rope but the
tides of the galaxies will snap
the strings of your heart and etch
your heartbreak alongside pisces and
capricornus as the stars churn the
waters of your fate. †
vestigia tua non incursu


de stellisthe gently plucked strings of a harp
always remind me of the stars~
somehow the sound seems like an echo
of their sweet twinkling,
and it makes me forget that (actually)
they are only shards of broken sky,
glowing with the last remnants
of the gods’ fickle favor
oh naïve and mortal children,
do not think that the sky is so warm–
light and heat are just empty words here,
and the lonely cold of banishment
is much more tangible
imprisonetur inter sidera,
I long to feel the sea lapping at my feet,
to hear the beautiful, haunting sound
of the women’s weaving melodies
and race alongside the fleet-footed goddesses,
once again testing my mortal strength
against their inhuman power
but ah, it was that love for a challenge
that brought me to this dark, empty place:
a man of nimis superbiat,
I am now nothing more than a silhouette–
a simple outline, a constellation,
just a warning to the up-gazing mortals
that “pride goes before destruction,
and a
Domina Mortis - The Lady of Death'Where is the lady of death?' they say,
As the whispers cascade through the room,
Domina mortis percutiet
When will she come out to play?
For her words bear the venom of many a sting,
Each step is a dance to your grave,
A look in her eyes tells a tale none forget
her voice sings the songs of your sin.
The lady of death is the mother of life,
Destruction gives way to rebirth,
Domina mortis vigilias,
Planets collide and bear strife,
Darkness and passion's child frolicking true,
As her blood coats the blade of her knife,
Her mystery lingers, yet you live in bliss,
Not knowing that she has seen you.
The lady of death awaits on the cliff,
Overlooking the star-spangled sea,
Domina mortis est vobis,
She feels every pulse, every shift,
Anteres speaks deep in her soul as she waits,
As her breath slows and limbs become stiff,
This life bears a burden; the die has been cast,
The victor of treacherous fate.
IdealisticShe took a breath of fresh air and looked up at the sky. The stars were faint, but she could just make out the pitcher and water flowing from it. Next to it was the ever loving horse rising out of the water.
It was nothing more than a dream. Young, foolish, idealistic, what hadn’t they called her? Wrapping herself in clothes of the scholar, trying to prove the points that needed to be proved, while still trying to be friendly, it had all been a perfect attempt doomed to failure.
Perfect had died, but not the goals she had set for herself earlier. The knowledge she had taught would remain, even if she was one of the most eccentric ones there, according to most of the students.
The ivory halls of academia were fulfilling. Dreams as a child of changing the world had floated away, instead becoming those of studying in depth the way things were. It was comforting to not have to focus on what could be in a concrete sense, but instead only in the abstract.
People were capable of being n

Dead languages and bitter teaWe were directly opposed,
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than what I’ve been looking for,
more than anything I've ever tried to find,"
you painted stars and lies.
I left you job listings in the mornings,
and you told me my fortune,
in the bottom of my teacup.
We were directly opposed; I told you to leave if you wanted,
so on a night too cold for me to see the comfort in your dreams,
you left, gathering
Double StarsDais looked at the time on his watch.
He reached for a square shaped device on the small table he set up on top of the roof of ACE Towers and twirled it in his hands. Walking over to the railing that circled the roof, he gazed at the various lights that kept the city shining. He looked up to the metal dome that surrounded the city but also blocked any kind of natural light from the outside world and exhaled sharply. He turned around and leaned this back to the railing and slid down until he sat on the gravel covered roof. The pitter patter of the rain continuously beat on the metal above him. He turned on the device in his hand and a holographic sphere buzzed to life. Dais turned it around and stared at a pair of dots next to each other and poked at them twice, doubling the size of the hologram. He glanced at his watch.
He closed his eyes and banged his head on the railing several times.
Time could not move any slower.
“You’ll break the railing with your hard
ex adyto cordis, sagittariiin the morning, when I feel the remnants of feathers
(bird wings)
still fluttering in my chest
my hands float around my body, but my fingers find no bloody wound,
only caged birds and imaginary arrow shafts.
Epsilon Sagittarii,
you didn’t realize that I was so hidden,
perched between rhythms of your memories
and your channeled veins
(I am simply a breath,
hummingbird heartbeats).
you have tried so many times,
racing across the wintered sky and aiming your bow,
but your arrow keeps missing
this scorpion heart.
dear sweet soldier,
you have so many names
but lover is not one I can call you
ex adyto cordis
I cannot keep up with hoofbeats,
with hearts that pull like bow strings.

a super nova's roaryour breathing comes heavy
as you whisper in my ear:
        "veni, vidi, vici,
        mi amor."

your fingers tangle themselves
into my mane, sending
trapped stars careening into
the depths of the universe.
your mouth meets mine.
we explode into dark matter
as i caress your butterfly skin,
my unsheathed claws gliding down
your rope-tied spine.
                dulce periculum.
constellations dance across my body
and super novae bloom in the cracks
beyond time where lips and skin meet.
we roar at the night sky
as we rise from the lapping waves.
    omnis vir tigris,
but we are lions, ascending
to take our place among the stars.
Lionheartin my dreams
i've seen them falling;
  my wishes and dreams,
crashing beneath the lion's
  watchful eyes in the
  april night sky,
"non est ad astra mollis
     e terris via,"

  a sentence
seemingly always
caught in spring storms,
  send from regulus'
  mouth, rumbling 'n
  roaring through
     meadows and fields,
armed with
stargazer eyes
  and telescope fingers,
i would never fail
to be running up that hill,
  defiance in my heart
  and curled fists of
     artistic graffiti,
is no different;
grass sways softly
  in mock invitation,
but the indigo canvas
is clean but for leonis'
  manes of cloud,
  standing tall,
  i look him in his
  beacon eyes,
  for i am not
"consilio et animis,"
  i am leo,
and i will not go down
  without a fight.
Their Faith was Written in the Stars
I’m dying. Pain is spilling from my stomach, my veins are bursting. The first thing that went wrong in my life and eventually lead to my death was that the act of an unknown man attracted me to him. But I can’t blame myself for that. He stood above a dead bird in the grass and took the corpse into hands. He tore the flesh and took out its heart, still beating. He gave me the heart.
“Look at it, it owned the sky once, but as soon as it stops beating it will own the piece of ground where it will lay.”
“A caelo usque ad centrum.” Back then, I was the only person alive who could only speak the dead language.
“Do you think that even in nature there are such rules?”
I could smell the sweet scent of a bird from him, and then I realized that he gave me his heart.
“What do you want in return?” I asked holding on to the heart.
You, he told me and took me home. And I stayed there. And learned to speak English. Our home smelled of oak and

The Zodiac RacesI let a hand rest comfortably on Icarus’s back as we walked. He rumbled softly as he stalked along next to me, big as a horse. “They are all fools. All is well for them, simply watching, but this race is important beyond their knowledge.” he meowed to me, thick and gold. The music of his tone was a touch sharp, like someone had tightened the strings in his throat.
“I would’ve thought you would enjoy all the attention.” I added, letting my words smile. I stopped, and he turned his great head for me to rub his chin. His mane had been streamlined, giving him a sleeker, more dangerous look, but his eyes were still raw and golden. Icarus nudged me with his head, and I fell back a full pace, laughing.
“Let’s run, Soleil!” he purred, dropping himself onto his belly.
“Fine.” I told him, trying to frown sternly. “But only for the exercise. We don’t want all these good people thinking you’re running away from the
The Love of a LionHe met her far from the golden plains of Africa, in the grey concrete jungle of the city. It was here, between the hulking towers of steel that he chanced upon the fair lady of his dreams. In a coffee shop with the logo of a green mermaid with two tails, he had found his lioness. She was no princess, nor a heiress to a vast amount of gold, she was simply an independent modern woman through and through. The way she had held herself and roared when the skinny latte she had ordered was served with full-cream milk, had somehow managed to capture his gaze. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way her brown hair ruffled as she bared her teeth but he knew then and there that he needed to have her. This woman in front of him, who was unlike any other, was his lioness. 
With a deep draw of breath, he pushed out his chest and walked gallantly to the aid of this fine damsel in distress. Handling the situation with panache, he worked it into his favor, receiving both a free skinny latte f
brachyuran lamentcancer's family:
chattel of the moon;
children of the sea
tid'ly soar and swoon,
pining to be free.
chattel of the moon,
pining to be free,
tid'ly soar and swoon;
cancer's family
dreaming on the dunes.

Lorem IpsumForever a balancing act
my life is
I inhale;
the stars and the moon run through my veins,
settling to form the constellations
My lungs are Libra,
My brain the  moon,
An archer's belt rests on my hips.
"adsum," I cried to the sky
When exhaled
The heavens left me
But Libra stayed
Making me it's vessel
For a heavy burden of the heavens is nothing compared the weight of the choices I must make
"absum." I whispered when all was silent again.
WRITTEN IN THE STARS - If the heavens allow it"Amor verus vetat mori? Nec solum amarum admonitio vobis? "
   The lioness mourns her loss of heart,
   Licking her reopened wounds,
   For her pride holds her back.
   Both literal and metaphorical.
     A sickle slashing her courage to pieces,
     Regulating any opportunities she might have with someone special.
   While she laments upon her perch
   She pines to be able to speak from the heart
      For it is a tongue she is not familiar with.
      She is a fighter by nature, not a lover…
She feared to love,
 Now she fears to fall out of love and worse…
  To not be loved in return.
   The bull,
   Strong, brave, and loyal…
   The quiet mysterious charm that she yearns for.
   Yet his heart was pierced in the ring.
   By a girl with a dagger and an eye for another…
Midnigh WorshipSuddenly a tribe of cats stopped at crossroads
as if an order was given
all the cats like one cat
looked at the sky
there he is
with the King Star in his crown
Their eyes unblinking, bodies rigid, tails saluting
they watch him.
We give in to curiosity because you say,
god, the world must be ending, why are those
epitomes of selfishness running in packs?
And we see the miracle for cats only
Regulus Caeli shining brighter than those cats'
lustrous eyes.
Now, look, a shadow fell on the sky
eclipsing third part of the heavens,
and look here, the cats begin to move,
going round and round in circles,
take my hand, so we don't fall,
look up we will dance the dervish dance,
volvite, caelesties orbies,
maybe he will speak to us, too!
Shooting stars falling, falling, falling,
unscheduled Leonids in August,
Leo is granting wishes to his faithful,
and I have a feeling tomorrow
it will be raining fish.

Pisces RisingThe crown of Olympus quaked
beneath the weight of a behemoth,
a beast of a god wreathed in
serpentine twists,
come a caelo usque ad centrum
to lay judgment at its feet.
As Typhon’s monstrous cacophony
echoed off stone and clouds, mother
and son fled ‘til water barricaded their way.
Then, aquatic mercies surfaced,
clad in scales like mailed knights
to aid mother and son in their flight.
Bound together by silk-strong threads,
they soared across the sea to African safety,
where mother and son and cowardly gods
listened to the roar of thunderous battle.
The ram fought the titan, and, in fine,
claimed violent volcanic victory.
Aphrodite, in reward, raised Pisces
de profundis ad astra,
to be admired eternally
and consigned to
memories of gods and men.
Tipping of The ScalesI'm titling
Into the hurricane.
My wish to bleed
love over others
has left me
to Life's winds,
I think I'm
losing balance.
Did I not shield them?
Every day I inhaled
the flying insults,
I became the
forgotten mountain.
But the anger boiled
and now I'm a volcano.
Boiled breath makes
the air bitter,
The lovers and brothers and sisters
breathe my sorrow and
they become ash-black.
I blow away
the ones I care for
away from Venus,
my love makes me hate,
to save them all
I must have nothing,
Arrogance is self-belief,
Selfishness is survival,
Pretetentioness is faith.
Dulce bellum inexpertis,
...This is justice?
A Taurus TaleOn the first day of May, I found a fortune cookie on my bedside table. Cracking it open, a small piece of paper inside fluttered out, which read “Crustulam te exspectat.” Some inspirational quote, I supposed. I didn’t speak latin. Just to be sure, I threw the cookie away.
On the second day of May, I found a cake on my kitchen table next to an English-Latin dictionary. It wasn’t my birthday, but it was most certainly a birthday cake. Painted in icing was the picture of a bull, with the words “Happy Birthday” printed across its body. Picking up the dictionary, I rushed to my bedroom, where I found the piece of paper from the fortune cookie in the recycling bin. Looking up the quote in the dictionary, I discovered that it loosely translated to “Contact the Chinese journalist.” I threw the faulty dictionary away.
In the early morning of the third day of May, I opened my eyes to find a map of the constellations glued to my ceiling. Highlighted

Inter spem et metumautumn sails on a celestial sea
and pisces is our navigator
as typhon stretches out the sky
(hic sunt dracones)
snake eyes roll
and we’re running from †fire
abyssal dreamers aiming for space
(because even fish dream of galaxies)
ad astra per aspera
but loyalty is not so far
from courage as to drown
The Fleece-heartThe Fleece-heart
Have I not been your mistress, Mars?
I, the horned women,
immortalized in the fleece
curving out into constellations
before your feet.
I, the ripe strawberry
born from your eternal flame,
have charged the castle walls
and sturdy windmills,
tongue-whipping their ruins and rubbles
with the passion of a thousand Suns
you have cursed and blessed me with.
I slumbered on your sword of wrath
only to awaken red and candid,
blushing before Venus,
my vessel no longer a knight
but a honeysuckle,
lit up like a lantern of a ghost
maddened with desire for the steady soil.
I give my aria in vain,
extinguished I await the dawn,
your strength in me now nothing
but a whiff of smoke scented heartbreak.
Why it must be so?
"A fronte praceipitium a tergo lupi.
Such is your love.
Such is your war.";
drips your voice like melted iron
down the nebula.
My pyre-soul will chart the road
to the steep cliffs of indigo
and set ablaze
the morning star;
we will orbit hand in hand, my Mars,
forever bur
perfectioinky little fingers
trace lifelines in the sky
while pretty little toes
dance on humble soil 
the middle child 
sweeping chaos from her brow
simply to appease
the mighty lion's roar
the mantra 
of her bones
like blood that runs red
perfection est non facile
seeps from her veins 
staining virgin skin
a simple woman 
no more
still, my young virgo
starry eyed and 
(for knowledge) 
blows a kiss to the sky
as Mercury's messengers
spirit her away
Ode to PiscesShe lept over my stars
All the way over Van Maanen’s
Feeding off of Harper Lee and Victor Hugo
Carpe horas! from carpes au gras
Scrawled on her temples
Like the anthems she sings to herself
She wanders off into the past
Down the streets of Paris
Scribbling her novels on the cobblestones
Like she hopes to finish them one day
But she swims away
From the boys with the champagne
Waiting for her in the limousine
I watch her blowing bubbles
Making her way up pi’s string of digits
And listening to the world go by
Like if she doesn’t move at all
She can slow it down
She sees the meaning in everything
And the price of nothing
But she can’t see her own beauty
Cramped between the other fish in the sea
Forever of Two Worlds        Sæcula duos mundos...
       The maiden sits at the window, long, pale legs hanging over the sill and fingers busy brushing her long, opalescent hair that shimmers in the moonlight. She hums a soft tune to herself, staring down from the tower onto the expanse of the world below, watching the mortals mill about in their short lives.
      She is called Pisces, a name to be whispered for ages to come, and she sits on her perch high atop Mount Olympus with the wind in her hair and fire in her heart. She has locked herself away in her tower, as she does every night before Helios rides his chariot across the heavens to bring day to the Earth, and prepares herself for the task at hand.
      Pisces is a vain girl, having inherited the beauty of her mother, the goddess of love and beauty. And for her vain she has been punished.
      A day long ago, the monster Typhon drew fearfully clos

They sayThey say
those born under the sign of Capricorn
need to be taught about emotions.
Prima Gedi shed its light upon me
and tried to teach me how to act but
faber est quisque fortunae suae.
I will not be controlled by stars.
They also say
-based on charts-
you and I are a perfect match.
I wish I could believe them but
the moon over your shoulders scares me;
this old moon will break my heart.
Ante bellum
I was innocent.
I had no secrets, told no lies.
But see, this silly little Capricorn
has caught a glimpse of paradise.
So let the stars support our union and
sic vis pacem, para bellum.
The Age of PiscesWe are joined together
in a constant dance.
Circulus vitiosus
are we.
Together even time is balanced:
Within us lies
the equinox
during which
the people swim
as if to mimic our dance.
Covered by the waters
we are ensnared
it would seem:
Yet we are at home,
a mari usque ad mare
we swim.
It is our age!
Together we rule
and under us
all shall know passion,
we spread it.
Look above!
It is I.
Look beside you!
It is I.
Together we hear the cries of ad astra!
We shall bring you to the heavens,
we shall bring you back to earth.
Together all are our domain.
We see your sorrows,
dip your feet in the waters
and we shall bring you to sea,
we will swim in circles
and within the currents
you will know truth.
i am VIRGOsometimes i look into the sky and i
"where's my stars?" i ask
and then i see spica
and porrima and minelauva
and vindemiatrix
and i remember
i am virgo
i am the cultural constant
i am persephone
and i'm not
i am isis
and i'm not
i'm everywhere at once because
i am virgo
in my group i am the one who nurtures
the one who carries everyone's burdens
i'm the one who is sacrificed
in ancient egypt, thrown into the nile
in hopes of a good harvest
i am the one who helps others by destroying
i am virgo
i am virgo

i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
devouring shivers
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
To the StarsOh Aries my friend,
Who shines brightly over this nighttime sky and carries the messages of my spirit, my love, and my tender risings to the heavens. To the heavens above, there awaits the beckoning of the light shining out that I may be a part of it, that I may become part of it - united, as one, I will be complete, I will become a totalitarian absolution of the salvation that was meant to keep me going further, if not further than what is meant to be done. Herein lies the depth to which I would go, wherein I would die without the emptiness dwelling in the that speaks out the voice of the soul within.
My friend, Aries, we are lost - we are not meant for this world when the Sun has set. For Saturn has bestowed itself upon the brink, calling out Venus in a reluctant alliance. Yet, we are meant to believe. We are meant to continue our lives as we pursue this search, this pursuit of happiness... For that is why Sheratan shines so brightly over the sky, blessing me with your eyes. Your eye
LeoThis Lion of No Pride,
whose Sweat and Blood is Nocturne,
Mane shines silver
away from the Sun,
He's No King,
No Pauper,
No Star,
This Lion of No Pride,
Solitudo Carnifex,
Dishing the Relentless Embrace
Back To the Heavens,
This Lion of No Pride
Roars with Solar Flare,
Sun-Spot Burn Within Savannah
Stalking Gazelle Constellation,
No Zodiac to be Found-
just like the Killer,
This Lion of No Pride
Has Larvae burrowing through his Eyes,
Decrepit flies emerge
with more power than
healthy, plush gnat
born within
lesser cadaver,
This Lion of No Pride
chugs Palm Wine and Etches Poems
in Red African Dirt from the
Night above,
landscape blended into cosmic mosaic-
could it be they are aligned,
star and land?
This Lion of No Pride,
Nested on the brink of nothing,
around water-hole nebula,
This Lion of No Pride,
dies when he is born
is born
he dies,
This Lion of No Pride
fades when the Light is
cast upon him,
This Lion of No Pride.

and mars will dancei knew the sun
but he knew the fire.
smudged gold kisses strung like dancers round his skylight face -
he was a blur and he was a moment and we tried to catch him
our hands still smolder.
 retro cadere nequit
he crashes ahead to break through the fence, streamers engulf his wildfire
we follow, his sheep, for how could he mistake the way?
he craves the finish;
his whirlwind tints the edges of his vision crimson
as his horns blast away those sulky branches of uncertainty and hesitation.
 est furor eius
and we know those hand grenades lining his fleece will pave our paths
with bloody mars smearing the ichor out his eyes
yes i’ve met the sun
but he is a fire.
A Ram's HornsMy crown
Is a ram's horns
Protecting me from all enemies
As they try to destroy me.
In my eyes
There are six stars
Guiding me through the spring skies
That are so dark.
I have my enemies
Most of my own creation
Men and monsters
Who I have wronged.
And it is not impossible
For me to beg for forgiveness
And receive it
But I will not.
For I am Aries
Brave, powerful
Flames consume me
As I charge through the world
"Fortis sum!"
But this is not my asset
For in my heart
I shout
"Meus animus erit in morte."
Aries - WRITTEN IN THE STARSHere, the rams butt heads.
Here, they test their wills against another.
The young gaze upon,
and set against each other.
The games are viewed as childish,
but the rams are seen as leaders,
so the are questioned naught.
The rams fight for the sake of fighting.
Butting heads over simple things such as leading,
or more challenging things,
like a threat to a friend.
Fabula factum,
For beneath the twisting horns,
and eyes full of excitement,
Lays deep-woven fear,
about themselves,
and the world around them.
But Hail! For the sun has come,
bringing with it hope,
brightness, joy,
and the will to lie another day.

Written in the Starssome days, i feel like karma’s canis exprimamus
the butt of every cosmological joke
crushed beneath the heel of the universe
so that someone else can be a hero.
i am the ragdoll of the tide
born under a scorching sun
raised by bottomfeeders
destined to be nothing more than a reflection
of someone else’s light
and nothing more.
call me cancer, call me crabs, call me depression; i am a disease.
my soul is a wishbone waiting to be snapped
and some day, i might choke on the small end just to feel myself breathe.
the stars held my fetal head under the water
and filled my lungs with amniotic poison.
nothing can start my barnacle-encrusted heart
but maybe a change of birthday but
ego tamen me esse?
The Tale of AriesWithin the stars of spring
And the equinox of make believe
The ram runs from Argonauts who sought to cleave
Wool of the sun, where reality and myth conceived
Mars of war defends the beast
To keep safe it's passengers traveling east
Protect the fleece from the false priest
Phrixus and Helle rescued before deceased
But mourning was heeded as stone fell to water
The dear girl and beloved daughter
"A bene placito" did the brother grieve
For the queen laughed at the nothing to retrieve
Colchis welcomed the prince with glee
And Aeetes gave the princess on happy knee
Aries was the sacrifice for Zeus beyond the sea
His constellation placed in sky where he was set free
battle scarred, but never sunk.she always wondered if by chance,
her name would imprint in the sky as a constellation;
once considered beauty.
she wondered if her feet,
by chance, would pirouette her
into the world of fame and disproportional girls,
higher than any star.
though her birth was not in october,
nor november,
she had a scale in her dressing room.
and every night, without fail,
she whispered latin incantations as she
stepped into a darkened space
stars beneath her feet,
and told herself that if by chance,
her name would imprint in the sky as a star--
once considered beauty--
it would be as this.
without passus, to suffer,
there would be no english value
of a girl who's only passion was to
be something of a washed-out star.
balancing between the lines of skinny leotards
and leg warmers,
and the lines of broken ribs and blackened toes.

lion boyi knew a boy with
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
"ad lucem,"
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
Aries - Written in the Stars EntryA fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi 
And over the edge,
just over the edge,
The whales and the fish wait for me to fall.
The wolves gather,
and I cannot shove them away or ignore them.
I must keep running,
I must keep fighting,
Constantly running through the stars,
but here I am at the edge of the sea,
with the wolves before, and the waves below.
Abyssus abyssum invocat
And I am in the middle.
I must remember now more than ever.
I am not just a god of War,
I'm an animal who's headstrong and heart sore.
libraBetween Virgo and Scorpius
my love lies -
accompanied by orange giants,
faintly glowing in the night skies.
Ruled by Venus,
her loving is the brighest
in all of this galaxy
spelling it out for all of us
(small-minded egocentric idiots)
si vis amari, ama.
If you wish to be loved
then love.
And if we're wise we will see
our limits lie with stars;
sapiens dominabitur astris
which I translate to
my limits shall lie with you.
For you
I shall erase all limits
that dare stand between us.
(Because you are
my favourite constellation
the reason why I keep reaching much higher
than my hands have ever touched before.)
When I reach you,
let us kiss 'till we see the stars
behind closed eyelids.
I hope you're listening when I pray to your primary stars
for I promise I shall whisper sweet, sweet honey phrases
in your ear until I have lulled you to sleep,
laying my admiration out for you to walk on
- red carpets have nothing on my love,
and I will learn to sprout wings
to become what you

Thank you to everybody who participated in this contest, you guys all hold special places in my heart. I wish you all a happy, happy weekend! Winners, kindly expect your prizes from me within this weekend and the prizes offered by our lovely donors hopefully within the next week.



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Artist | Varied
Twenty Four.
Its always complicated.
Professional substitute grandmother and
Cookie Monster stunt double.

My greatest inspirations come from starry skies and shimmering seas. Nothing in my opinion is more beautiful to paint/write about than the seemingly endless. I fantasize about being an astronaut or a mermaid or better yet, an astronautical mermaid.

If I were to color myself, I'd do so in rose red and iris blue, then I'd spinkle glitter all over.

I am the pervert in the art store who's always copping a feel of the sample papers.

I believe that human souls:
1. are and will always be the most dumbfounded existences in this world and therefore,
2. are and will always be on this never-ending search to find themselves.

My heart's an antique that I can never leave home without as I've always worn it on my sleeve.

Chancing upon butterflies fluttering about on sunny days makes me happy beyond measure. Fireflies on cool nights work splendidly too.

The scent of roses, eucalyptus and cinnamon always reminds me of people, places and objects I hold dear.

Someone once told me that I smelled like a walk in the gardens after a drizzle. It is still one of the best (and original) compliments I have ever received.

My loved ones know me as a seriously ill, art-dependent bibliophile. I've been caught smoking paint and ink as if they always were my last joint. I also secretly have bottles and bottles of book wine hidden all over my home.

I have big, cat-shaped sleepy eyes that some people find fascinating.


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happy birthday you beautiful magical princess :tighthug:
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Happy birthday, my darling girl. I love you so very much :heart:
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