Constellation Blues

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A dream come true

I would find it to be a waste of my days to believe in someone’s dream for them… but when you were a child and told me of the exile from your kingdom, I believed in your return.

A decade later, after saving those words that meant so much to you, I heard you say those were only childish thoughts and emotions.

Yet, I believed in your dream and found the keys to bring it into reality; and you wouldn’t believe my happiness in seeing your dream come true.

That face of yours

Names become new ones
And the ink grows, canvas filled.
Forbidden forbidden and hiding
The mystery of a secret heart
that you sold so easily for money.
But a beautiful view!
Shared with very few
the crowds remain seeking
your old name.
There’s something about your smile
That makes me forgive
The way you look not ashamed,
The way you are not ashamed.


The more you speak, the more I realize that you will soon betray us to make a name for yourself.

Photobooth and lies

She kept calling your name as you pretended not to hear.
Your hands filled with a love you lied about.
A love fading into the dark glow.

Finally, no choice but to look back.
Wait for me, you said.
Your lies made me smile with the decision
To make you miss me instead.

The lies are just a game
I’ve played before.

Into the darkness I lept, all the movement
Motion and disappointment.

Your silhouette in the photobooth
Left and right, you searched
I could see you from afar,
just a drunken fool.

And I smiled as you finally located
Coming back.

Stolen Starlight

At the last possible moment you stole the starlight away
My time was up and the world was leaving
I could only gasp in amazement
at the turn of events.

I had no control.
Only acceptance as it all faded to black.

The glamorous life

Out of the silence, the return of Glamour’s son. ¬†Broken hearted, and set in a panic, the calm depths of the forever black lake led him back. ¬†Echo and a return to silence.

Incomplete Dimensions

Out of the droplets falling,

The one reflecting the stars

Came back into my hand;

Only, I no longer felt thirst.

Shadows under the full moon

On paths well-known and traveled

I could only listen to the songs

That broke your heart again.

The chill of sitting next to you
Showing you that reflection

I could hear your voice again
florescent lights shining down

It’s strange to think that happened

This memory that came back
And the boy I once knew.

We can be walking together in the dark, seeking the light switch.

At times, you’ll be lost in your words, going on about the topic: yet, when you notice I am there again, you’ll change your statement with a ‘but’, as if my existence made your words wrong.

Thinking outloud, but those thoughts changing with an audience.

Little noises, hidden in the corner
A mental image of a nonexistent person
Wishing to inhabit your physical beauty

Why yearn for the fake aesthetic
The personality destroys the image
Better to stay quiet

Allowing time to pass, the chessboard unmoving
Little noises, turning into biases
Questioned then ignored by the unmoved masses.

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