Astronaut
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I need my fucking space.
I take my place in fucking Space
Spacebound
Spacewalking
Spaced-out
We’ll sail through the galaxies, conquer the stars,
Reach through the cosmos, colonize Mars.
As a spacefaring civilization we’ll find,
Oxygen deprivation
Is an awful thing indeed
Light headedness, blackout
Hemoglobin in desperate need
But yet as scary as this seems
Of all the priorities it supercedes
It's nowhere near as vital
Notice all the Space up there
Swirling galaxies, shooting stars
Black holes bending light
Gravity holding us all down
As humans fight each other
Over the electron of an atom
Which is our Earth
Only now,
the living, the loving and the dying
all come together
in this underwater world.
the water clear and transparent
So far, no longer
With technology and mind stronger
Galileo could never dream
that in reach was the moon's seam.
With my own hands
and Armstrong's stands
the Moon--light years away
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue.
i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
I can’ t paint with a brush that well,
But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well.
My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe.
Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
She was an astronaut and he was a poet. He's known of her since elementary school.He's known her since before he knew of the words he should've used to describe the way she jumped off the jungle gym like Armstrong stepping on the moon for the firs
Eyes can't Imagine whats there,
deep in that open space,
so why we travel lightly? ,
when we could have the best,
now looking to mars,
If aliens exist what would we do? ,
