I feel your hand on my shoulder
Sending chills through my body
Your power surges through me
I feel the light in my eyes
Citrine energy radiating
Out
And out
And out
I am galaxy
I am ocean
I am fire
Then silence
I am here
“(Not) Good Enough”
You think I’m good enough to fuck
But you don’t want to touch
You like the way I use my tongue
But think I talk too much
You like to have a laugh at me
But can’t laugh at yourself
You ignore me any time you like
But I’m the fucked up one
“Outer Space”
Universe sleeps
In her black cloak
Omnipresent
As Galaxies sit peacefully
Reading books in their gardens
And nebulas swarm
Like fireflies ‘round their heads
“Epic”
The kind of love
Ancients wrote sagas for
Love that brought heroes
From distant shores
Love that starts wars
Love that brings peace
You’re the ambrosia
On which I feast
“Pretty”
Some days, it feels like some deep hidden part of me is broken and can’t be fixed.
Even when everything goes right, there’s always going to be this part of me that’s wrong.
What do I do with that? What do I do with the part of me that wants to peel my face off and try again with a different one?
With the part that wants to cut off my growing rolls with scissors, fuck the scars.
Yeah I know, not a pretty image, but I don’t owe you pretty; I don’t even owe pretty to myself.
“Pain”
Let it make you softer
Don’t hide behind walls meant to protect you
Don’t hide in coping meant to keep you numb
They will trap you
Instead;
Let it make you softer
“Surf”
Ride the wave
Keep your head above water
Feel the rhythm of the ocean
Let it carry you closer to shore
You know the next wave is coming
But it doesn’t have to take you under
Take a breath and
Ride the wave
“Hell”
The devils here
Are vast and plenty
They whisper lies into your ears
The demons look
Like dreams come true but
They will leave you soaked in tears
“World’s End”
If this isn’t
The end of the world
Then maybe
We will laugh about it later
But tonight
It feels like bridges burning
And hearts
Breaking
Astral Radiance Poetry 