planets
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life has taken THs of story
closer than water
Beyond the idea of fire
Round lurking yore of fore
Swinging through treasures of hero
My story is a mirror of souls I have been daily
With divine ink duly set diurnally
Each season with a taste of weather narrates spirally
It's midnight and I can't sleep
Again
I'd like to think you're still here
Still roaming down the hall searching for what you'd lost while you were breathing
There's nothing more depressing than pigeons in the park.
Did you know that stars are most likely burnt out by the time we see their light?
Your soft lips in the light of the exit sign,
I need my fucking space.
I take my place in fucking Space
Spacebound
Spacewalking
Spaced-out
Midnight
When galaxies hang above me
Like a mobile over a child's bed
For me to stare
While dark matter dives past
Pirouetting planets
Meteors shatter, showering the sky
I.
The universe existed
for more than billions of years.
Planets came and left.
Stars burst and lived.
Do you think the moon cries
for every star that dies?
I wonder how her tears taste:
if they’re hollow with memories,
or heavy with loss.
Do you think the sun mourns for
Imagine making love amongst the stars with the Milky Way for our bed while the galaxy watch
As the planets orbits around us our climax would be like that of a supernova creating our own constellation
Night Watch
Take me back to laying on the hood of the car
Watching the stars
Well wishing on stars, which turned out to be Mars
Just forgetting who we are
Do me like my name is music
Treat me like I am your music or muses to poetry yet to be created
Though physically isolated and mentally shaken
Still tethered and anchored
Patiently awaiting the weight lift
Oh beautiful, starry night;This is how I want to die.Wrapped up in thoughtUnaware (of what’s coming)
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars,
sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs
but it was the night that stole us.
When I look to my fingertips,
On writing, typing, seeing
Sights in stories, the imagination,
Of the yellowing pages of stories,
The Earth, The Planets, The Universe.
awesome
Stars. Galaxies. The fact it all exists beyond my bedroom window.
awesome
I look into The night sky and think,
"awesome"
She shines so bright
her smile the sweetest of ivories
eyes that pierce the strongest of barriers
look up to the sky
not bird or a plane
just the big blue sky and its nearing night
some say the world is hidden without light
but, you see, not just the stars come out at night
I watch as the bird flaps her wingsPropelling herself accross a distanceShe lands on a flower, delicate and whiteBreathing in the aroma, relishing the chanceThe dove, she flies around again
I am the dreamer of a million things
the one who believes in all those nostalgic childhood dreams
as time grows, so does the concept of doubt constantly looming,
Polaris...so very far awayI see your powerful glimmering greatness shining from the celestial sky.I long to reach and touch the spherical fire burning inside.
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The dance of time is a rite of eternity,
dynamic and never ending.
These unremitting bodies harmoniously cycle,
solitarily dissenting their vested round.
