COLLAPSED STAR
Pastel clouds hang over sadness
like night, draws black, satin curtains
over absent-minded eyes.
Darkness drips,
Collapses Star
bold and black bottomless chasm
dragging dirt and debris of past-
lifeless haze,
hangs heavily overhead
pondering pressures plummet-
She sinks, into rain filled with pain
She steeps, deeper into blood
shamed marrow, she spoils inside
rotten, staggering through the storm-
Alone
She bleeds stone through cracks in cold hearts;
her roots shaken, she's stirred
undernourished, depleted, heart sick
dried up and calloused in the belly of Venus.
Her shape, full round purple planet
held at the base of my lunar spine
yet, the wreckage remains blurred-
How does the universe implode?
Explode!
yet I can still hear grief-stricken screams
petrified, calcified inside the bones of ribs-
Skeleton dribbles and drains,
scandals scraped and shredded in shedding skins
am I torn or reborn...?
I can't lift my head to see the horizon-
I'm bound at the foot of the Dragon,
slayed by the tongue of my underbelly
I'm engulfed, convulsing and heaving
I can't sip in blood stained air!
I'm motionless in the mire,
seared inside the incineration-
My affliction stains the clouds...
The pastel clouds,
Passing... Passing... Passing...
Passing.
Me.
By-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Collapsed Star, ©2016, Poems from Passion
Pastel clouds hang over sadness
like night, draws black, satin curtains
over absent-minded eyes.
Darkness drips,
Collapses Star
bold and black bottomless chasm
dragging dirt and debris of past-
lifeless haze,
hangs heavily overhead
pondering pressures plummet-
She sinks, into rain filled with pain
She steeps, deeper into blood
shamed marrow, she spoils inside
rotten, staggering through the storm-
Alone
She bleeds stone through cracks in cold hearts;
her roots shaken, she's stirred
undernourished, depleted, heart sick
dried up and calloused in the belly of Venus.
Her shape, full round purple planet
held at the base of my lunar spine
yet, the wreckage remains blurred-
How does the universe implode?
Explode!
yet I can still hear grief-stricken screams
petrified, calcified inside the bones of ribs-
Skeleton dribbles and drains,
scandals scraped and shredded in shedding skins
am I torn or reborn...?
I can't lift my head to see the horizon-
I'm bound at the foot of the Dragon,
slayed by the tongue of my underbelly
I'm engulfed, convulsing and heaving
I can't sip in blood stained air!
I'm motionless in the mire,
seared inside the incineration-
My affliction stains the clouds...
The pastel clouds,
Passing... Passing... Passing...
Passing.
Me.
By-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Collapsed Star, ©2016, Poems from Passion
