Ok, right, so I have my first 3rd year poetry class tomorrow and need to start thinking of a new project already, so below find the first of ten poems in my collection from 2nd year called P.U.L.S.E. – it examines how human loneliness can be reflected in the cosmos/night sky. It was fun but intense to write, so hope you enjoy it.

Sunrise is played into life by an aubade having climbed through the night

To spread life giving rays of platinum and peach; much to Midas’ dismay.

Because over exposure breeds contempt for much that is Heaven sent,

Whereas jealousy vents tangerine dreams that lash out in every way

Over and over and extra, extra read all about it:

The day is shot down by the night and plunges upon the horizon,

Whose sharp edge cleaves the sun into infinite specks of light,

Forlornly remembered as stars. A million pieces of a broken vase

Forces me to get up, get up, get up, get up and fall time and again.

What’s so special about shadows covering shadows? The silent darkness

Of peace of mind, remixing consciousness until the heating bill expires;

Wherein cold now embraces cold, copulating in the frostlight of

Crystal moons, the embryos of my mind who live and die

Within the blink of an eye. The fleeting beauty of an indolent dream

Carries sticks and solutions swiftly down a summer stream

That washes over me, cleansing and beseeching the becoming

Of beliefs that belie the promises of those betrothed to a single notion,

Hunting Moby Dick all alone in an ocean stitched from reactions to opinions

And reflecting Saturn’s rings, a piercing that opines how adolescent mistakes

Never truly fade but linger like an orphic lyre plucked time immemorial.

Fade but linger like an orphic lyre plucked time immemorial.

Linger like an orphic lyre plucked time immemorial.

An orphic lyre plucked time immemorial.

Time immemorial.