The moon the stars and all the people

I stand alone, one wish one flame.

He looks away -

The whole earth will tremble 

and

I will look up, but not to notice a single star without fire.

There I was, holding onto nothing but the atmosphere around me, pleading to be alive with more -

more than this.

For my fear eats me, and standing juxtapose I leap with greatness into the kindled fire surrounding the surface of another.

Here and now, I cry. Just take me away from this mess -

These messy people who stink, the ones they talk about? yeah, those heathens of this planet will never get the better of me.

For I knew, the world aligned perfectly for me, so alone and shaken - holding hands with the taken. I find another plot to churn my stomach into glue, my heavy hands into molten and her heart askew. But breathing was not fun anymore, and they knew, from the start I was coming unglued. 

Beginning tonight - the delight of few.

Brighter than the brightest star, I laid eyes on you. Tonight I find my inner webbing of intimacy of love loss and kindness of the plumes.

I am sorry? So sorry.

Washing the pain off with a hint of gin, bending the lines from inside and grim. Here is to the flame within. The only place my demons hide from cheek to cheek a disheveled heart takes the gun, holding herself high, taking sorrowful goodbyes - Pleading to shine she throws the knife and now - yes now, the realest of tragic lies, a lay of her prize - She dares take another look, so she does not fear death only to die. 

And beware - happens once and again her sorry soul couldn't decide.

no, not now - mourning a place one knows but never dies. He was at a loss of mannerism and she was a spy. So again they fly, above and why? to be something bigger. A dealt dealer of disguise. 

She shook and shamed. He left. But just as I was watching the blood red sky, I took another breath - my last. And should have tried, and a little more soft than the wrongs we hide. So here is to us, the ones that cried. I will now vanish and wishes come to those who pity life. 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A rather dark poem, but well crafted... a bit of stream of consciousness... a struggle within oneself, a person who may want to be pitied.... definitely off the grid...someone suffering with demons...and somewhat alone...cursing others as a form of hatred...for all, including himself.... a great line "...and a little more soft than the wrong's we hide" well done! Very deep!
Best, B

[Novram]

I like this dark prose. It sounds like your internal spirit may be in conflict with evil on this world.
And if there is a starseed within you, it may yearn to return to the cosmos.

[JE Falcon]

A rather haunting poem. It should do well with many readers. --- A little deep for my shallow mind, a tad vague when I wanted solid clarity, but that is just me. The flow was great and what I was able to see, I was impressed by. No doubt, this is a good poem.

[Crowley]

Had the feeling of an old English novel, the soft tones and dramatized significance of even the slightest thing. Paced perfectly and getting a good grip on the anxiety and places in the heart. I enjoyed this quite a lot.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your words and your thoughts.
"But just as I was watching the blood red sky, I took another breath - my last. And should have tried, and a little more soft than the wrongs we hide. So here is to us, the ones that cried. I will now vanish and wishes come to those who pity life."
I understand the above lines. I want to vanish too sometimes. Thank you, dear friend, for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote