Trials

I haven't posted any poems in a while, but check this one out!

Stars. Balls of gas. Grid marks. Sky map. Stars, gazing, peering, searing holes in my eyes. If you can stare at me like I’m Orion’s belt or a thread in his jeans. If you can look into my eyes and feel this burning heat, you’ll see I’m empty. If you can fill my pupils with love, I know you can. Dark orbs expand at the thought of holding your hand. I know you can, but will you? 

Miles. Yards. Trials. Hearts.

Despite the piles of regret flowing over my head, I still stride. I still walk with ill pride. Ill heart and ill mind. I still look at the real sky. I realize that stars are balls of gas. They’re simply just that.

Reviews

[Lizzie Mitchell]

Wow the imagery of this is trippy! A whole video played in my head while watching this. From eyes looking at stars to what they really are to eyes and thoughts and wishes I can't even verbalize it but this is so cool.

[marcus]

to me this is about searching for real love, I like it!

[Lookwithinsight]

Thank you! It kind of is! For a long time, I'd romanticized this one relationship I had. It sort of revolved around stars. Our first kiss was under the stars. They put glow in the dark stars in my room for my 15th birthday, without me knowing. It was epic. I've spent a while trying to get over it and open up to others because my stubborn head doesn't believe I can find better. However, this is about running around in circles, doing tulmultuous things with others' feelings, only to find that the answer is simple. Move the hell on. Anyways, glad you liked it!

[marcus]

love, and stars. Poetry is so personal, or maybe we all just see what we want to see