Constellation Blues

Tag: Poetry

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.

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 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.

An endless mental vomit of ideas
hack attempting to undercharge
for another’s thoughts.

Elixir of fortune,
looking back at the
tortures of infinite wait.

A desire to fly
along the winds into the
vast lands of mystery.

a lost letter

memories skimming across the milky way
ageless threads pulled out
a voiceless glance into the darkness

the wait is over
and a moment of reunion

a smile flashing
after years of isolation
against the wall
in the crowded room

the wait is over
the beginning of happiness.

You are completely free of affectation:
silent you sit, watchfully tense,
just as silence itself pretends to nothing
on a starless night in a fire-gutted city.

Consider that city–it is your past,
wherein you scarcely ever managed to laugh,
now raging through the streets, now sunk in self,
between your insurrections and your calms.

You wanted life and gave it all your strength,
but, sullening spurning everything alive,
this slum of a city suffocated you
with the dreary weight of its architecture.

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War: Never Changes.

a shadow following humanity
in the shape of a willow
small leaves drip off
jagged edges slice the headstones.

the past breathes:
branches reach in all directions.
written in DNA, the seam on the heart
pulls apart the immortal stars.

too cold and the crickets quieted
the shadow skirts the edges
of a soul looking to be whole
from a war: never changes.

-Marlena Myles
War: Never Changes.

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