Blasted Stars
i found an old blog I had on Xanga.com, somehow remembered the password, and got access to my old blogs, some public, some private. I’m republishing my favorite ones here. This is a series of poems i wrote in 2005 called “Blasted Stars.” They feel a little juvenile (and very morbid) now, but I still like them.
blasted stars
never assume that youre the only one who cant reach the stars
if we could all reach out and catch the falling stars we wouldnt be so entranced when they twinkle in a child’s eyes
and those blasted stars
just as i get strong enough to reach them
they set and i have to try again tomorrow
my arms hurt from stretching so much
from reaching for something that will burn in my hand once i catch it anyway
pull it from the sky into a coffin
because jars break and lanterns run out of oil and twinkling eyes have to close sometime
the coffin i’ll bury into the ground blasted star
blasted star i finally got the better of you
how does it feel to be mortal?
blasted stars 2
remember those blasted stars, my dear
the ones who mocked the stories i told?
they winked and smiled their eternal flames
in comedies only they wrote and understood
well i know something theyll never understand
theyre blind to something ive known all along
it’s only a reflection
and let me tell you something more
this is just the beginning
blasted stars
blasted stars 3
what do i have against them, you ask?
things of beauty, joys forever?
HA
don’t be decieved
decayed
delayed by their lustre
their poisonous
venemous
shine
but they already have you in their trap, poor fool, and you’ll suffocate before you can swim. they’ll hook you light but reel you in and kiss you sweet but burn your skin and quote you truth but prize your sin.
why, you asked?
competition
blasted stars