Posted by “I have always loved poetry, or writing of any kind. Since I was little I have filled journals with random stories or thoughts, and marked up poetry books with my reactions. One of my all time favorite poems is ‘A Dream Within a Dream’ by Edgar Allen Poe, and has served as a big inspiration to me.”
Celestine Thoughts
We are pathetic.
Lovers made of stardust,
And endless blackhole hearts,
Cycled through the same four worthless conversations.
I blindfolded myself until all your stars burnt out;
Covered my ears to block out your screams.
And yet here I am,
Left inside out and robbed of my gravity.
You sent me into oblivion and untied my tether,
So that I might float among the stars.
Memory Collector
I collect rocks shaped like beaches,
And that one night in June when you kissed me.
I collect postcards made from drawn out tears,
Blankets woven from cotton and smiles
Tasting of sunrise,
And polaroid pictures,
Black and white with bittersweet storms.
I collect old war letters,
Reading stanza after stanza of memories I do not own,
As if being a different person,
With a different heart,
Could fix things.
I collect souls,
Black and blue from the pressure of a thousand oceans,
Currents sucking me out to sea
In a tide so strong I forgot how to breathe.
Eroding my clothes,
My flesh
By bones.
You ask me why I collect so many things,
Why I fill my shelves with art the color of a spring breeze,
And books whose words scream open chasms from the binding.
And do you I don’t have an answer,
At least not one that you would like.
But as I fill up my heart,
With rocks shaped like beaches,
And postcard tears,
And blankets the color of a blinding sun,
I suddenly don’t feel so empty anymore.
The Maroon 