Love Letters to a Decaying Orbit
By Malice In Wonderland
Smile
supernova
burning brightly
in the midst
awe inspiring and beautiful
you create your own pull
inciting orbit
pulsing dangerously within
our hands
sparked a solarflare sunrise
blistering blackhole uncertainties
rolling through the dark matter that winds the paths of infinity
We became as missiles
fiery and insolant in our stubbornness
we fell from the heavens as meteors
starbound and bleeding
but you were my sky
once
time upon time ago
or was it just a blink,
or a whisper in the cold black light
of space
winding our finger tips into galaxies
threading the cosmos through your lashes
quivering like my lower lip
as I
bite back so many wishes and theories
that my constellation coronaries
seems to be drifting apart
while I search for you
a vortex
among the pagan gods of yesteryears
yet to come
if we slipped
just two timestreams to the left
would our souls meld into something beautiful?
or
would our minds still taunt us
supernovas and dying suns
your starlight eyes
are fading
and my cosmos are unravelling from your eyelashes
but hanging
by a thread
as our sunspot emotions
write in ardous indescision
supernova
burning brightly
in the midst
awe inspiring and beautiful
you create your own pull
inciting orbit
pulsing dangerously within
our hands
sparked a solarflare sunrise
blistering blackhole uncertainties
rolling through the dark matter that winds the paths of infinity
We became as missiles
fiery and insolant in our stubbornness
we fell from the heavens as meteors
starbound and bleeding
but you were my sky
once
time upon time ago
or was it just a blink,
or a whisper in the cold black light
of space
winding our finger tips into galaxies
threading the cosmos through your lashes
quivering like my lower lip
as I
bite back so many wishes and theories
that my constellation coronaries
seems to be drifting apart
while I search for you
a vortex
among the pagan gods of yesteryears
yet to come
if we slipped
just two timestreams to the left
would our souls meld into something beautiful?
or
would our minds still taunt us
supernovas and dying suns
your starlight eyes
are fading
and my cosmos are unravelling from your eyelashes
but hanging
by a thread
as our sunspot emotions
write in ardous indescision
unstable
and
incapable
of becoming
anymore than
just two anomalies
entwined and unnerved
dismayed by the shockwaves
they create.
of becoming
anymore than
just two anomalies
entwined and unnerved
dismayed by the shockwaves
they create.
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Copyright 2014 Rain In The Willows
Author's Note:
ugh, random writers block babble. hopefully something good will come soon...Comments on "Love Letters to a Decaying Orbit"
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On Friday, July 18, 2014, BetaWolfinVA
(791) wrote:
beautiful dreams trapped on paper and screen
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On Thursday, July 17, 2014, Pride Ed
(107) wrote:
Awe inspiring! The metaphors you've used here were rendered perfectly. Great poem!! ^_^
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On Sunday, February 23, 2014, Poetic-Realm
(253) wrote:
You said everything perfectly here....
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A former member wrote:
beautiful work
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On Friday, January 31, 2014, Star
(879) wrote:
Random is always something beautiful with your works. This is no exception.
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On Friday, January 31, 2014, soul_versing
(774) wrote:
Wow, Kya you leave me totally speechless. Honestly don't even know how to comment, or begin to describe how amazing your mind is. I think... I think I'm in love. .hugs.
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A former member wrote:
i don't have the words to tell you how exquisite this is, darling. if you ever say you're not meant to be a writer again, i'll spank you like you've never been spanked. i'm breathless every time i read this. it's glittering in my pores and eyes. you are a muse, and you make words your bitch in such a graceful way... like sweeney todd slitting a throat. i love you madly. i've been restless to upgrade so i could bookmark this. xo
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A former member wrote:
if my "writers block" was half as good... this brings to my mind that "yesterdays for mice and gods"... that we become the ultimate, as if we are not already... decay always springs new life and this write feels like the source of that echo...
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A former member wrote:
Very good poem. Brilliant and inspiring. Thank you