Aries:
My soul is fire. Scorched.
An all-consuming burn
that wonders the night and bays like a wounded hound. No
respite or rhyme or reason or rest for the wicked.
Insides writhe and ache to be free or eased, something anything. (Source: you-make-the-stars-ache) (via wnq-writers)
Taurus:
Fight me and my army
of dumb animal instincts
They live off riddles
They rain gold teeth (Source: Bob Schofield)
Gemini:
I would like to know
you better.
Let me run my words
through your mind.
Let my rhetoric lay you down
on sheets of conversation.
I sure don’t want to waste
your time. (Source: omalleyn)
Cancer:
How many ways
can my body hold the sky—
until it breaks free
of my chest. (Source: sarcolinedream)
Leo:
Golden Sexuality sits by an open window
his hair shining, his lean legs crossed.
He considers the cave-riddled hills
wearing their shadowy green
the glacier-strike lake they curve into
born cold, gone balmy, rippling life.
He remembers stag chases
trysts in the leaves—the fleshy
shock and shudder discovering
exposed roots with his bare back.
He sinks his consciousness into the water
the fingertip tendrils of his god-form firstfollowed by his instinct-flexed shoulders
still warm from the running catch
his hollow chest where the feral heart echoes
root-wounded back
crossed legs
golden, shining hair. (Source: soulbites)
Virgo:
As quickened clay
she softens, surrenders
to the steady, firm pressure
to the hands of the sculptor.
As a radiant spooling rapture
blossoms curved against her spine
she becomes
a vessel in the shape of desire
strengthened by the fireheld to the flame, she is as bright
as filled with light, as vital
as something wholly divine. (Source: street-heart-posts)
Libra:
My feelings for you are a contradiction.
You hurt me and oddly I still crave your touch in every way.
I can’t stand seeing your heartbreaking actions and still I long to see if there’s good in you to justify this mad love. (Source: aashiquidreams) (via wnq-writers)
Scorpio:
You can’t get blood from stone
I can feel myself
diminishing
under wave,
after wave,
after wave.
Carve “nec plus ultra”
across my ribs,
I’ll tell you how
Atlas crumbled,
smashed to rubble
under Hercules’ fist.
There is only dust –
dry, dry dust –
remaining,
casting shadows
in the light. (Source: aclockworkplum)
Sagittarius:
You do with words,what most would do with a knife;
you throw them around
ending life after life.
They hurt, you know, all the things that you say–
you make people feel love,
then you drive them away. e.m.b (via poeticallyordinary)(via theneverlandwhore)
Capricorn:
You gave me light,
So I will fight;
But how can I cope,
When I can’t Hope. (Source: abandoned-broken-lonely-dying) (via wnq-writers)
Aquarius:
My head fills
like a pooling tide
and the night is a dark bath.
I gasp at the clouds
and you are whitewashed
against hardened rocks.
My skin is cold
where it kisses the air
and the light is a golden wish
on waves. (Source: undernightskies)
Pisces:
her birthmark are pieces of death constellations;
the last part of her previous life that she still carries around.
she’s the galaxy in the skin of a human. (Source: regalness)
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