The Sound Of Her Wings
heather-and-hollyhock replied to your post: xi.
“We are stardust / billion year old carbon / we are golden / caught up in the devil’s bargain” - Joni Mitchell.
xi.
they say that we
are made of stardust
that we are skeletons
of light that are formed
& re-formed into something
continuously marvelous
but i think some people have a little
more light in them
like the boy who holds
his spine upright
even as his shoulders
are weighted down by rocks
(by goodbyes, by promises,
by blink-of-an-eye joys,
& criss-crossing scars),
swayed by thunderstorms
& broken down
by earthquakes
he has bits of light
in his eyes & it terrifies
me to make wishes
when he’s around
because i would never
want him to crash
& fall
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funny how stars look like asterisks sometimes
Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children, Ransom Riggs
you spin around and flash me by,
a shooting star with no
desire to hide
your fire and your luminescence;
the time it takes for me to fall
in love with you (imagine!
falling for a falling star!) is
the split-second it takes
for you to pick up speed
and go, go, go
with no chance, no plans
of coming back
I’d yank down half the stars
and funnel them into a wine bottle—
we’d get drunk on
unfulfilled wishes.
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The stars wrapped themselves
like beads around her neck—
they sparkled every time
her voice let loose
the song of the galaxies
and lost souls
edgeofdecember:
written in the stars.
i. lost.
Hello Boy.
(I will never say goodbye,
because I will never forget.)
It has been a long while since we spoke.
My limbs have stretched,
and my innocence has been stained.
Yet, I hope your mind is more open
than the window I closed to you so long ago.
I loved you, you know.
I was not the first to do so,
and I am most certainly not the last,
but I did, Boy, I did.
I know you will sit there and crow with pride, your neck craned,
making the stars wake and stretch their arms to hold you,
just as I longed to.
ii. between awake and dreaming.
As a child, I would stand at my bedroom window,
in my tiny bare feet and wearing a nightgown
soft as the whispered prayers I sent to you,
along with my letters
that kindly requested your presence
to shake me from my dreams,
awakening to clatter of your clumsy shadow hurtling into my wall,
sleepily watching swirls of gold trail faithfully after you,
followed by the tiny tinkling of bells.
Finally, you would emerge,
clad in green and smiling haughtily,
sprinkling me with golden flecks of magic,
telling me to think of a happy thought to fly.
I would have been too shy to tell you then,
but I will tell you now:
You would have been my happy thought,
Boy,
my happy thought to make me soar over the treetops,
using the sky as a road to travel to that place
with turquoise waters
and rainbow arches announcing my entrance
into a world that stole my breath
like the crocodile stole Hook’s hand; too easy.
I longed for the shots of cannons to make my ears ring,
to let my feet raise the dirt as I danced with Tigerlily and the chief,
to wear the clouds as capes,
to let the songs of the mermaids
draw me into the emerald treetops.
I waited, Boy, but you never came.
iii. straight on till morning.
It may have been a dream,
I think,
maybe you did come for me
for a night, or more,
and maybe the dawn grabbed our adventures
in the nets of its rays,
envious of our escapades.
I think the only girl’s arms you lie in
is that of Adventure,
and that is a restless sleep.
Maybe tonight I will leave my window open,
setting free the little girl I knew so well,
now grown and tattooed
with her dreams of you on her hip.
Ink-stained I may be, Boy, but
if you asked me today to clap,
shouting, if you believe,
I would give a standing ovation.
(Source: kraegrl)
The Path
theplotneedsmorebourbon:
I don’t care anymore
so let the bullets come
let’s see what they can do
let’s see who has the gun
I’m ten breath’s ahead
and technology suffocates
the monsters aren’t outside
they’re apparent in our traits
Walk slowly outside the lines
but beware of unbroken tread
that’s where they’ve set your path
we’ll only walk it to wind up dead.
I don’t want to write your story
so don’t let them write it either,
(No-one is the chosen one)
You
are
the
Stars Stars
Stars Stars
Stars Stars
Stars Stars Stars
Stars Stars
Stars
and,
you are their weaver.
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sailorsknot-sailorsmouth:
Choke by susurri on Flickr.
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wanting
so many things i wish for,
nowhere near enough stars to make them come true
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