Written In Starshine

All stories have been told except for the ones we dare not whisper.

[writteninstarshine]

How to Become a Hero

When destiny sits on a throne

                                    Of cold hard gold

And bites at your heels

Clutching, Reaching, Destruction

 Don’t turn away

 Stride step by step through the forest of eyes

Closer closer

Breathing in the coal dust

Closer closer

Through the planes of fire

Closer closer

Until all those worn memories seep

From your cracked vision

Leaving a pool of bleeding silver

 They will want you to bow.

Don your mental armour. It glints in the dawn.

They will want you to yield

Rest your hand on the pommel of emerald. It shines at midday.

They will want you to become like them.

Show them.  Show them your colours. Show them who you are.

They will want you to bend the knee

Stand tall

You will never

You are the light of this land.

 When they turn their heads

Scrape your nails against the throne

Fool’s gold flakes in your palms

Embeds in your nails

But not in your mind

 You will see them wither

All of those who would wish you gone

All of those who were never truly there

Take your throne

It will grow in vines and flowers

In blood and sinew

In words and deeds

In tandem

With your heart

 My Hero.

[writteninstarshine]

An Artist’s Dream

Let me dream a sweet dream tonight

Let me have one sleep of respite

Open the windows

And Let the stars flood in-

To my mind

As we dine on blissful nothings

Let me take sanctuary in those eyes

I saw just once

They’ll light up the dark

Brighter than that dusty crescent moon

Just one sleep on sunshine

Let me dream of hope

While my days are crowded with grey

As I struggle through the day

Let me have just one night

Of colour

Of joy

Of love

I need love in my heart

Let it flow when my eyes are closed

And my breathing is heavy

Let the whispering in my ears be a lover’s tune

Not the hiss of all my doubts

My numb days plaster the canvas in white

Let the night soak it in hues of delight

The slight silver of the first star I see this night

The golden yellow that falls though fingers in petals

The wild wild green of the grass that scratched at our feet as we ran

The blue. The blue of your eyes.

Let me swim

In a lagoon of my imagination

Let me dream of dreams where the writing

Falls

Off

The

Pages.

Because words can’t describe

I want to believe

               In me

I want to know

               It’ll be okay

You can’t do that

I will.

But you can let me have tonight

Whisk me away to the hidden realm of your arms

Then daylight

Daylight

Return me to the greys of reality.  

[writteninstarshine]

This home is an imposter house                                               Neutral on everything Terraces itself quietly around worn down pubs It shuts its Blinds. We’re fine We’re fine The plumbing creaks We’re fine Ignore me and my impending need                               House Sweet House Where is my heart? Where is my home? Not anywhere within these magnolia walls.

The song of a red brick shadow

[writteninstarshine]

Apollo, Apollo! God of all ways, but only Death's to me, Once and again, O thou, Destroyer named, Thou hast destroyed me, thou, my love of old!

Cassandra in Aeschylus’ Agamemnon

[writteninstarshine]

Cassandra of Troy

You hold a knife to the throat of Truth

That speaks words you do not wish to hear

You sever the line between reality

And your desire

The weight of the word rests on

My shoulders

My mind

But the jaw is numb and my lips

Are only rosy red

Waiting to be kissed

That’s what you see.

I say as I see

I see you as you truly are

               A child of destruction

                                               A man of shadow

                                                                                 A god of lies

My tongue is screaming through its cage of teeth

They hear them grind

It’s madness

The end.

The end of Ilium

They need to

need to know

They hear your words but are deaf to mine

                                                    You’re their beloved beacon, right and divine

Then there is me.

Your prophecies whisper and lick at their ears

While with a serpents hiss you desecrated mine to dust

“Fragile feminine ravings

Blinded by the light”

Well my heart is no longer here

I locked it away, far out of sight

To protect it from this dying blight

Once it was yours

But it’s beating

My soul

You chose to ignore

Moulding me into what you see

Just another

Woman,

Wife,

All pure and bright

I’ve always been more than your gift

The would be saviour of Troy

I am Truth

I am Strength

I am Light

If only they would see

The Woman I am

The Hero I can be

There would be no death, no end

The walls of this city would prosper and grow

The harmony of Ilium all would know

But NO they will always take your word over mine

This is YOUR swan song.

I scratch at the glass panes

I bang my head against all four walls

I gnaw at my bars, my binds

Darkness.

And through all this chaos and through all this loss

The most terrifying thing I can see

Is what a tragedy Cassandra will now be.

[writteninstarshine]

Enchanted swinging beat                   It sings to my mind And slips under my feet No hands on my hip No voice on my throat By you’re still there My snapshot polaroid ghost

Found in between the pages of a thrift shop photo-album

[writteninstarshine]

Do you dance? You said. I said no. Will you? Yes Yes For only you I move. For only you I breath. Beside that willow tree. Foot after foot in a swirling frenzy. Time was naught Sound was everything Your laughter your tongue and I was spun A yarn of youth Around our willow tree

A letter found in a faded willow chest

[writteninstarshine]

Beside The Willow Tree

Dark and stormy nights

I sat waiting for you beside the willow tree

I wept and I cried til the first breath of daylight

This is no life for you and this is no life for me

I thought as I sat awaiting by the willow tree

My nights are chill and my sheets are cold

I know you will not love me when I am grey and old

Yet here I stand waiting for you to see

My dear face beside our willow tree

You told me your love in the spring

But now in the winter it grows thin

A blossom decayed and grim

I moult and I narrow

To try and shed this skin

My lovers flesh tainted and mauled by your caress

Marked and owned by a

Love that grows old

Yet here I stand awaiting by the willow tree

I feel the bark on my knuckles

And the leaves in my hair

My lichen veins exploding

With a feeling that can’t be contained.

Do you dance? You said.

I said no.

Will you?

Yes

Yes

For only you I move.

For only you I breath.

Beside that willow tree.

Foot after foot in a swirling frenzy.

Time was naught

Sound was everything

Your laughter your tongue and

I was spun

A yarn of youth

Around that willow tree

But then the music stopped

My legs were stumps

And now forever I am beside that old tree trunk

Wrinkled and worn

My heart

My love

Tattered and torn

But still I’m leaning on the willow tree.

Yet I know it will never be.

For you are both young and old.

Your mouth spilt secrets that should never have been told

Now I’m mad, at least that is what people see

Since you left me by the willow tree.

Your bright burning eyes

Singed with delight

Your skin, your flesh

Teeming with light

Your mouth

Your smile

All mine by night.

Return to me my love

Return to me my love

Return to me my love

Oh return to me

I long for times that used to be

Beside our willow tree.

[writteninstarshine]

His Regret Rained Down                  on her flesh                 Solidifying in her pores                 Making diamonds

Him (via thatsunsetwhichlasted)

“ Is that what I am to you?

            So precious

Just put it in a pocket

And lock it

Away

For a sunny day

A glowing trophy on a shelf

Well fuck you I can help myself ”

— Her

[writteninstarshine]

His Regret Rained Down                  on her flesh                 Solidifying in her pores                 Making diamonds

Him

[writteninstarshine]

It’s a Medusa’s Garden...

It's a Medusa's garden

The animals are all stone

They have no colour,

But they watch,

                        they see,

And look at me

 Trapped behind glass panes

And bracken tripwire

Where roses will spring

And thorns will grow

 But how am I meant to know?

 To know the world through reflections

The air on my skin

                            only dust

The sunlight

                    my lamp's shadow

  How am I mean to be free?

 Be that metaphorical bird and all it's soaring adjectives?

 I'm an audience,

A spector spectator

My eyes brushing against surfaces

I want to reach my hand out...

 But will you take it?

Can you take it?

Take an unspoilt vision and deliver it safely

Never back home?

[writteninstarshine]

The Cage

I grab and I gnaw at the bars Gilded with the dust of dead dreams I pick at my golden scabs Maybe if I bled them gold they would notice My gilded cage That stands here at every age My perch My plinth  My podium My days. Look at me. I dare you. To see What I truly am And what I vow I will be.

[writteninstarshine]

Starlight snickers dripped from his lips Each One An Earthly Prayer She lapped them up As if It would be the last time.

A Lost Love 

[writteninstarshine]

A roll of the dice to you A cold cube Of nothing Is that what I am? A chance bet on The Beat                The Beat                              The Beat Dragged in your tow All those things I shouldn’t do And I don’t Bet on you I won’t gamble It all On you

The Queen of Hearts

[writteninstarshine]

Living

A forest sprouted in her mind an inexhaustible maze of triumph

And victory

That shining demon

Beaconing all hope and glory in one leaf

One word

Of solid fortitude

And isolation

She needed it she wanted it

But all she could grasp was air, torrid spoilt air

He took her hand

No

Not now

But she wanted still

But she wanted him

Shining beloved

Glossy in rich velvet heart

All hopes and desires

That cloaked and clouded her stack mind

Brick slate desire forest bracken desire

She shook

She shook

Until

All it tumbled down

In darkness of days what is left but the time that is played with

Night ruins day

And day plagues night, biting beastly canines

Ink ichor oozes

Spoling her top

She brushes it off

She brushes it off

Time will see, time will tell

What lies that mouth of his will sell

Those eyes

Those eyes

That lie

On her lips on her mind

Sinking storms into her soul

That is barely 223 years old

Believe me

Believe I

She cries upon his flesh

His imaginary caress

I want

I need

This wrong to be done to me

For I know I know permanently

Can it ever be?

I want

But through this wood

I talk and I tread and I breath

But with only you I live

With you I sur-

Vive

Me

That’s why you have to go

With your inked dreams

And your silent lies

Get out of this skull

And go

Go

Far from me

You dream

You nightmare

That can never be.

[writteninstarshine]

We

Through the ages, through the years, I wonder what these shoulders could bear. A lifetime of love followed by another of woe You become a needle to stitch and sew

The Fate's threads are never ending, Your eyes keep depending On your ability to foresee You always know what will be.

Your words and rhymes prophesize, The same days and years you have come to despise. Until you realise. It is different this time.

There is you and there is me.

And we are what will always be.