A poet is made of many things
On the surface you'll see skin
Stretched across weary bones
Often with scars
Open them up and you'll see a heart
Broken, but held together with broken promises
Where their intestines should be are rivers of passion, Deep as oceans
Stomachs have been replaced with galaxies
Starlight guides them
A poet is stitches together with maybes
With could have beens and should have beens
Some poets are cities; walls built by torment, but beautiful
Some are fields of wildflowers; hearts as fickle the breeze that guides them
And others, others are oceans
Strong, yet gentle, following no one but the moon
The one thing that ties us all together in the love in our eyes despite the hurt
The way we see the world in a beautiful light no matter our trauma
What ties us all together is the fact that we
We survived

Ah, raise the flames now, shape the world and slice through fate, Before we, alike flowers rise and fall through life's misery,
Dream on, take a hold of my hand and fly!
The view from the balcony is more breath taking if you were to be standing in front of me, with your gentle eyes, your soft smile,
The skyline, before a soothing sunset, became a stained memory,
Ah, beyond the mansion of crystal starlight, in the nights glory lies misery within the darkness of our recurring scars, but does it matter?
Let's not focus on what's sealed in the filth of our hearts, I want to build a life with you here, in this dream of a pandaemonium,
Grab ahold of my heart and seek the answer, sought out at this world's very end, here where dimensions begin to overlap.
I desire to manifest, is the love to save it all, before we disappear
Ah, lean on me my dear devil's angel and do not let go!
Raise the flames, I'll shape our dreamworld,
And tie our fates.

~ Umi

starlight,
star bright
the sun is awfully
dim tonight
i wish i may
i wish i might
don’t let the darkness
quench my light.

A winter never ending,
Dance with me across these frozen fields under the starlit night,
In a land with no sun to rise, this dream will remain for eternity,
The crystal clear snow, fluffy almost playful is carried by a breeze,
Each shadow has a silver lining, each minute is beautifully shining,
When everything is asleep, it seems the envirorment is at ease,
Peaceful and quiet with no noise but the wind and the falling snow,
Yet the beauty of this world is being ignored, is it too cold to go out ?
There is no reason to be afraid of the dark, would you like to sleep with me tonight ? After all, I am your demon your other side,
This perfect world you projected within your imagination,
Can I burn it all to its remains ?
This is a wonderland where nightmares are crawling into despair,
There is no beginning to this kingdom of ice, nor is there an end,
You look tired as if it was hell, come to me and I will bring you to your utopia, all you have to do is to stop this madness.
That angered gaze of yours, why is it making me excited ?
Your steps are wiped away by the blowing, merciless wind,
These tired eyes of yours are too exausted to stay open,
For now let's say hello, my dear,
Have a good sleep.

~ Umi

delightful colorful
constellating memory warm
starshine in winter

                         /#dmperez

She is a star wrapped up in human form,
Unknown to herself
Unseen by those around her.

A cell dividing into itself, pulled her in
Around it,
Then, through it as it divided around her white light.

Growing up, nothing is remembered.
She may run too fast,
Sometimes sing in voices only trees can hear,
But human she is to herself.

What would it be like,
You think?
To be made of starlight,
To reach out hands in mother’s garden
Teasing brown and broken to green,
To walk barefoot on snow
Or searing blacktop and laugh softly.

Somehow, no one sees the angel inside the girl,
The one with hair of autumn leaves
And eyes of river blue.

She is the softness of pillow feathers,
Tickling your nose and your toes as
You both laugh under covers.

She is the glacier snow,
The ice monster,
Burying you alive under the frozen river.

She is the snow,
Delicately complex, yet
Melting at the slightest touch.

Most importantly, most truthfully,
She is everything.
Every color and emotion,
Tucked away in white starlight.

winter wind
and sunset colored
laughter too
sink in it like moonlight
gets you smudged
into the starlight
cause when you’re alive
there’s nothing like
that faith, that light

you are
the draining of my day
only thing that makes it okay

half-brightened in starlight's silver stream,
pulsing like the gentle whisper of your dream;
pulled from the cradle of spring's bright
and tucked into winter's evernight.