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corners-of-the-skies · 3 months
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I gaze at stars in summer night skies
At drawings of planets on brick classroom walls
They’ve been here so much longer than I
My life is a flicker, a blink of their eye.
I bask in cosmic insignificance on Thursday afternoons
Blood from cores of dying stars
Paints the water blue
Do you love me too?
When I stare at you,
Are you staring too?
Do the Gods of the sky
Ever turn their eye
To one so small in stature?
How could I hope for love to be cast
From the heart of a being as great and as vast
While I’m still unloved by my fellow man?
While on earth I’m a spark? A grain in the sand?
I wish I could be loved enough
To know such a love from a star
Caelum warm my frozen limbs
Antares kiss all my scars
But I sit here alone
In my tub of dying stars
I long for you peacefully
Love from afar
-Astronomer. (31.12.23)
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bugnoxious · 9 months
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i kissed a star
experiment drawing to get out of my comfort zone a bit with colors and brushes
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parisdimi · 1 month
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in the withering hands of my wavering existence, you appear—a love that surpasses all earthly bounds.
my dearest, you are more than human; you are the embodiment of all that is, woven by the threads of perfection.
like a star that steals every longing breath and captivates every aching soul, you draw me into your orbit.
the mere thought of you drags me to the depths of longing, a yearning that resonates within the darkest parts of my being.
—yshro.
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cryptic-diary · 2 months
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Our love is like the stars.
Not as beautiful or as mesmerizing, no. Our love is like the stars in the way that when we finally can meet, can finally adore each other. We explode into nothing. We can never meet, or our entire universe we have been building for ourselves will be smithereens before we can blink. Our love is meant to be distance, pinning for a someone which will never exist in our universe.
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apothepoet · 3 months
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Hostility
It’s so lonely, in a world where you know no one. Where the air itself seems reluctant to welcome you nor let you breathe. When the water you drink doesn’t want to let itself be forced down your throat. A hostile existence, shunned by everything you know.
You haven’t seen any of the others, they avoid you. You avoid them in return. Maybe the world just doesn’t want to let you - the blight, the infection - interact with those meant to be there; those who are a part of the collective.
Still, you make a life for yourself. You like to think yourself a survivor; able to carry on through anything. A home you make, in the very water that rejects you. ‘It’s pretty,’ you think, and that’s enough, even as it tries to choke the fragile life out of you.
It’s harder than usual sometimes. When you lose your sense of direction to the malice of everything around you. You’re not supposed to be here, you don’t belong here, the world seems to whisper. ‘A life is a life,’ you think in return. If this is the best you get, you’ll take it.
Maybe one day the world will stop fighting your presence, accept that you’re not leaving. Until it does though, you’ll fight it right back. You’ll be the survivor you envision yourself to be.
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peppers-ghost-posts · 2 years
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Winter Stars by Sarah Teasdale
I went out at night alone;  The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—  I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head  From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east  Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house,  Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl  Above another city’s lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,   The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars, All things are changed, save in the east  The faithful beauty of the stars.
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femcelular · 6 months
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Maybe in another life time we never met, but maybe in another you’ll look into my eyes and see the stars just like how I look into yours and see the sun, always the little details, always the big picture
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hidden8atlas · 9 months
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It’s too bright in my room to see the stars.
To feel their presence.
And sometimes.
I just wonder when the cosmos will take back all the stardust it gifted me for this journey.
I wonder, when I will be light and indistinguishable from love, ever again.
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anundiscoveredelement · 7 months
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I looked at the stars tonight. I lay splayed open on the porch table, bathed in starlight and sticky with dew. I had to towel off the surface before I layed down but there was still a layer of dampness that stuck to me even through the thin blanket I wrapped around myself.
As I looked up, I constantly tugged on the edges of the blanket to cling to my curves but it kept rolling down and soon enough I stopped trying as the stars watched me and the cold air swept across my flesh.
I watched one shooting star go by, and then two, and then three, and more. One blazed across the heavens like a great ball of fire and sparks streaked in its wake, hanging there, in the sky, for a few seconds before fizzling out.
You crossed my mind multiple times. The imprint of you is still there and looking into that vast and bejeweled abyss I saw my own reflection and those things that haunt my eyes, like when your friends came over to my house and we lay in a pile on my porch stargazing even though the full moon made it hard to see. Or that time we lay under the stars in my ball dress and you told me you were sorry this wasn't going to last forever.
A slow sadness crept in when I felt antsy to go back inside. Before, nothing could take me from looking up at our speckled universe but I have been out of the habit so long. All I can feel is every time I got out of the car and I looked up and gasped. I would stare with my neck craned backwards and want to sit there forever, and I would have, until every time you grabbed my hand and hauled me inside and your future promise of stargazing was never answered.
You robbed me of my greatest love and I am still clawing to get it back and I don't understand how you ever thought a girl with stars in her blood should be hauled back inside like an escaped convict while rolling your eyes. Why did I let you, why didn't I fight you? Oh, why did you have to smother me?
The sky does not smother me, the air does not fight me, and those glittering stars kiss me with a love of which you were never capable.
-After, August 2023
(s.m.)
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flowerytale · 3 months
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Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020
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lunarwednesday · 1 month
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Happy birthday Kim Dokja! Thank you for your story.
the text is the poem "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" by Emily Dickinson
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spocksgotemotions · 7 months
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Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.
Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.
Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop
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fatemakersinc · 1 year
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⋆ starry imperfections﹒january 14th, 2022
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i have many imperfections as there are stars in the sky and that's okay, at least i think as i forget them when you're nearby
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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If you sit down at night  and pay attention to the sky,  you can listen to the stars listening to you. It’s a silent melody that won’t reach  your ears but will reach your heart  and it will make you understand  that you are not alone.
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apothepoet · 3 months
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The Dream
We all are living in a dream, our life ain’t what it seems, everything’s a mess. And no one believes me when I tell them.
Why would they? They all just wish to enjoy this ‘life’ they’re ‘living’.
Haven’t they been taught, since they were all just kids, that when you pinch yourself, pain should be felt?
I know I’m not the only one. I just can’t be the only one. There must be someone else out there who realizes where we are.
But I can’t seem to find that person. No one believes me. They all just call me crazy and carry on.
Am I crazy? A voice inside tells me that I’m not.
I carry on.
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adriancm · 5 months
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It was neither fate nor destiny, but manifestation.
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