underorion

In my heart is a galaxy it pulses like flame in my chest In my heart is somewhere worlds away with the ones I love the best In my heart is the endlessness, the emptiness and the things you'll never know Distant, softly, beats my heart as their voices call me home.

My heart is full of pictures Of palms cupped and water spilling Paper burning and ruffled feathers I am a bird, a wolf, a boy All at once. I am scorning my own words And I thought they were just Ink and paper But they're ugly and Shattering like glass in my hands Cutting me open Releasing my heart's blood, black as ink. I am something set ablaze Wood-smoke pouring from the pounding of My heart. I am the feeling of your black feathers like silk As I run my fingers down them I am a star going supernova Where before I was only a moon Or a lost traveler Standing still on solid surfaces That I dared to know as Terra Firma. I am living now in a

Where do I go from here I'm floating on an empty sea Sun high above No one looking for me I should be safe, should be home, should be Loved My heart is a paper bird With wings all aflame Coasting the silent waves I could dip them in, put them out But I'll sink, but I'll drown It pulses through my heartbeat A choice to make Give in, or burn down So I'm riding in between Crossing streams No longer sure of my path As I'm riding the tide (And all the while desperate for Your smoke-and-gravel voice To embrace me For your dark wings to take me Away)

I have often referred to you and I as a planet, embraced by a sun and though I'm gone now standing in a distant universe, terra incognita my heart still orbits you. but then, who else knows distant universes the way you and I do? stardust slips through our fingers as easily as sand on that endless stretch of beach we always run to. our minds and memories will eternally moor us to distant shores to distant worlds bit, most importantly, to each other, our hearts held as fast as our intertwined fingers. as mine is yours; as yours is mine. in every breath, and every step, I carry your love; like a cloak to guard me from the cold, like

I am enraged by their repulsive behavior, so severely in need of reprimand but unable to fight back the way I want to, must stick to the tiniest steps, a dance of words, needles pricked in their dome of arrogance and then the expected response, of course, as she looks for a weak spot in me to prod my ailments, of course, are what most favour in endeavors to cause me pain but nothing in that world bothers me any more; at worst, all they might do is edge my one true tenderness that place inside of me made desolate and aching by my father that place where he raped me when I was small, so small that in the intervening years, the memories had bee

I am filled with the longing of leaving; being left by; losing; being lost by; so many. being lost. I am a storm-tossed sea of memories; your hand pointing skyward and saying that "I always felt as if Home was somewhere that way, near that star." and your head lain against my shoulder my joke that you would be impaling me and your correction that if you still had them your horns would be here, just here, the edge of one pressed against my heart. the mere breaths I received in dreams of silver-white fur rippling like the water of a stream and the curve of golden antlers two-pronged and only twice the size of the beast's ear, but oh how

where do feathers meet fur? black, to gold, to grey; light and shadow and love. black wings, golden crown, grey cloak it sounds like a song or a story my words my thoughts my theories I wonder if you'll like your gift (I'm putting so much into it) you know my grey-furred soul liked you from the start and I wonder if you're what I think you are because my senses are so often right (on those things, at the very least) is that why I bowed at your feet laid my head on your lap puzzled you, I suppose accepted your life let your shadows blend into mine contrasting his light loved you. your presence never felt harmful predatory, maybe an