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The stars they question me,
burning up my words and smoking out my thoughts
I string them up at night
like a web to catch my dreams
(hiding in the night)
In the day they grow like trees
branching out of sight
Fighting, I begin to climb
soon hidden by their leaves
In this dark, I am lost
fighting to find a spark
burning up my words and smoking out my thoughts
I string them up at night
like a web to catch my dreams
(hiding in the night)
In the day they grow like trees
branching out of sight
Fighting, I begin to climb
soon hidden by their leaves
In this dark, I am lost
fighting to find a spark
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Saturn Chantey
Melancholy means black bilis, black
Bilis. Finally you understand, unless you already had
When it ran up down, body body,
And from your veins blasted happy
Tiny cancers that became you.
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The Space Bar
Alex had never seen the stars this close. As he swirled the drink in his glass, he looked out into the void pressing against the windows on all sides and the vast fields of light laced within. He felt very small here. It was not a feeling he was used to.
Emily tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to start. “They’re here,” she said quietly, and Alex turned to see two men in uniform enter from the far end of the bar. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure,” he said. “Look, I know you have reservations about this deal, but it’s for the best.”
“Do you really beli
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Starry Eyed
You make maps to ceiling constellations,
and I wanna lie here and trace every line,
until we're lost in the dark matter of your mind.
With arms cooly tucked beneath your head,
you navigate an escape from nothingness.
There is a brilliance spilling from your lips,
as your mouth rambles on and on.
You have long drifted alone with starry eyes,
but now you've found a passenger.
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Great poem! I loved the first stanza's imagery and metaphors. "I string them up at night/ like a web to catch my dreams" was my favorite part 