These are Thoughts that've found Constellations

i'm rae, this is my poetry from the past 5ish years as well as poems i find and like. to give you fair warning, some of mine are TERRIBLE but please bear with me. if they have no stated author, they're mine

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

i Miss the Days

every day in a box

square and dull and boring

i miss the days

when my box was cardboard

and i chose to sit there

because it contained worlds of adventure

built on imagination

now the box is filled with people

who stare blankly or take meaningless notes

while a teacher says empty words

that mean meaningless things

which nobody will remember tomorrow

i miss the days

when my small brown box

could be a spaceship or a cave

as colourful as a jungle

or quiet as the deep sea

could take me on safari

in the blink of an eye

or make me into a kitten

now the box is boring

forced on me

puts me to sleep and leaves adventures behind

because i guess that's what happens

when you grow up

you trade cardboard ships for

classroom trips

that steal away your creativity

and leaves you with just a cardboard box

because they made you

grow up

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

Apple and Honey

as the year winds down,

turning red, orange, and gold

we think back,

reflect on what has happened

since this time of honey and pomegranates,

a whole year cycle ago

that which is new-

birth, love, fruits and flowers of spring.

that which is old-

death, prayer, brown leaf carpets.

all the tears we cried and

the times we laughed,

rain bringing grey clouds

and hope giving bright sun,

old friends thought of

and new friends made, 

we remember it all now

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

Take My Hand

Not to smack or vilipend but to guide

You grab my hands and I tighten my grasp

Without them I am nothing, but I try to trust

I risk endangerment for the peace you resemble

Acerbic at first but you don't get pushed away

You tighten your hold on my hand, and my heart

Getting me through my xenophobia

Showing me the world can be enjoyable

Consider my hands yours

 -Zaira Aahz

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

Amazing truth

maybe the truth was

things you fight for

struggle before earning

shouldn’t be easy to be

amazing

the greatest worth

you’ll do more to make sure

it’s impossible to lose.

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. 

-Maya Angelou

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

Tax

I am an accident

a disaster

not waiting to happen, like most but

rather happening

every day, again and again

until just living hurts

mentally

emotionally

physically

the world is wearing, taxing

like the government, a parasite

that relentlessly sucks life

spirit

happiness

comfort

until it is all you can do

just to subsist, to continue

living.

A facade of athleticism shatters

when you fall each day

deepening the ever present injuries

the embarrassment and hurt building up until they

leave lasting scars

mind

heart

body

the world wears, taxes

until you escape and start rebuilding

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

aspirin to preserve

The pain ripping inside me

the voices screaming in my head

force a firey headache

force an aspirin to preserve

even one of the many men who i am

to end the burning of my mind

and allow for one survivor

ragged and small

tucked away, wandering on a

small side street

with an ash grey sky

dripping snow

[mythoughtsasconstellations]

Police Box

we travelled

safe inside that box of bluest blue

with our mad man with

his clothes that never changed

and his face that was fleeting and forever

bigger on the inside

just like his hearts, it filled his body

and flowed out, glowing gold as he

saved lives, saved worlds

while the moon and stars dreamed in another space

another time.

we'd get there

eventually

maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years

go somewhere that happened yesterday

perhaps a level five planet

where they see us and say

haul them away from here. the rising

tide of voices clamouring

nobody listens

or takes the time to see

that five minutes is an eternity and

some infinities ar bigger than other infinities

and some day, you'll come back here

land in five hours, an eternity later for

you have seen all of time and space inside a 

funny blue box

you have witnessed the end of time itself