short poems

Star Dust by Justina Clear

I offer myself to the moon

At her alter I undress my fears

Absorbing her glow until nothing but her beams course through my veins

Pushing out my fingertips

Filling my lungs with the cool breath of her magic

Her fullness invigorates me and pacifies me in the same moment I can’t soak up enough of her light

I lie under the stars until the intoxication sets in

And I am but a reflection of her power

I shed my skin as an offering

Leaving nothing but star dust in my wake

By Justina Clear | Find her on Instagram or the interwebs.

xTayH

Taylor was generous enough to let us post her poem. You can check out her artwork and personality both on Twitter and Instagram !

Published February 21, 2020 at 12:34am

I’m sorry that I’m bad at being cool

I was never that, not even in school

Being human, I’m not too good at it

A little too off, not quite pragmatic

I checked my whole body, no zipper yet

Know it seems off, but I often think about that

See, I’m this light, as bright as a star,

And kind as only an angel can be-

But, my smile’s deceiving,

And I never stopped feeling

Like somehow, the problem is me.

I lie awake again,

voices tell me I’m too deep

It is almost 5 am again,

and I still haven’t been to sleep

Resigned to my fate,

a battle I will probably never win

Cause I’m just really fucking awful,

At being a human.

-Tay H