shooting down shooting stars

By KittyStryker

it's a clear night sky that i look out into
and my heart is begging to believe in fantasy
but keep mistaking planes for shooting stars
making wishes only to be betrayed by red lights blinking
and they keep shifting this sky that's supposed to guide me home
don't know which way to go
don't know where i'm going to crash
and if i'm going to burn
tonight

roughtongued
he said he didn't want to be my sandpaper
didn't want to leave me red and raw
but it was all in love he said
all in love
he kissed my hand, eyes looking towards the door
and i nodded, not caring how many layers of skin
he peeled
to get to the inner parts of me
because as long as he was rubbing me raw
at least he was still touching me

take a deep breath and try to sigh out my insecurity

"there may never be another night
just like this one"; so i say pensively
to he who looked onwards, outwards
and inwards- he nodded his head, slow
slow like melting ice in eastern springs
and i wonder when in our discourse he began
to really hear me (if indeed
he has yet)- i look at the planes and the planets
and wonder if, indeed, i was meant to make this journey
or if i should've stuck to what i knew and know

but still, i suppose i love the way
he shake shake shakes my snowglobe
causes ruckus in my structure, leaves his fingerprints
over my walls, sticky with bright paint and grape jelly
disturbs me just enough to make me question who i am
he leaves, laughing, leaving me with the pieces of the puzzle
i thought i had solved, and now cannot remember
how to put together again; my own enigma

crisp night sky and a sliver of moon reveals to me
truths i might not see in daylight
and disenchanted by wishing on false stars
i begin to dissect these words i'm saying, things i feel



he is like ivy, winding around my heart
beautifully choking the life out of me



but i'll go pretty
and isn't that what's truly important?

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Copyright 2004 Bast
Published on Thursday, January 15, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Jaded Jezzabelle On Wednesday, February 4, 2004, Jaded Jezzabelle (328)By person wrote:

    like "ivy wraping around my heart" they must take them aside in high school and teach them how to do this....men... cant live with them..cant shoot them....great write

  • A former member wrote: Last two stanzas stand out so much! I really did get a little excited at the last, I'll go out pretty, ain't that the truth.

  • A former member wrote: "disturbs me just enough to make me question who i am" I love that. There is such desperation in this piece. I love it. I really love it. -Doll

  • Jaded Jezzabelle On Wednesday, February 4, 2004, Jaded Jezzabelle (328)By person wrote:

    agrees 100% with this... great line

  • A former member wrote: Damn Kitty...this was amazing. Each word just falls into the other like they were meant for one another. Beautiful phasing...just...I love your works although they are so very painful at the same time.

  • purr_verse On Thursday, January 15, 2004, purr_verse (1059)By person wrote:

    "he shake shake shakes my snowglobe" :) this rocks! And the piece overall is beautifully written and emotive, of course. purr

  • Solace On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Solace (1069)By person wrote:

    I know...Enraptured is a barely adequate term to describe what it made me feel. I was enraptured... Did i mention wow?

  • Solace On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Solace (1069)By person wrote:

    Wow, I read and re-read considered not commenting for a lack of eloquent things to say and decided I had to comment even if i can only say "wow" in such a cheap fashion. For once i am unable to express how i feel properly... I understand this, but i dont.

  • Exodus On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Exodus (172)By person wrote:

    I love this...alot...its just so beautiful...and sad...this is truly amazing....Wonderful Job!

  • Drifter On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Drifter (268)By person wrote:

    lol, yes of course it is. This reminds me of a conversation i had about being physically addicted to another person. Not metaphorically but really needing their attention or you would die. Of course it would be called love. Then again you die when he

  • Drifter On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Drifter (268)By person wrote:

    IS around, and that is called....

  • Drifter On Thursday, January 15, 2004, Drifter (268)By person wrote:

    Anyway touching piece. I have never found myself in a situation like that, but i hope you can be happy wherever you find yourself.

  • Solace On Thursday, January 29, 2004, Solace (1069)By person wrote:

    very nice.


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