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Jean May 2018
a door has been opened
in the hallway of the everlasting night
and magic flooded through

with it came the shooting stars
the full moon
the solar system
the falling meteors
each and every constellation
and all that makes sitting in the night
worth the dark
lucy May 2018
Mapped out in silver pen,
The weight of the universe inscribed on my skin.
I trace the path of the Milky Way,
Biding my time
Until I dissolve amongst the stars.
Looking up to those stars gleaming brightly,
Those planets plastered across the scene,
I never wondered how they can shine too,
Sublimely recalling the delicate times when
We stared at the same sky we used see.
But, it does not truly matter for now.

I wonder if you have found my name
There in those stunning constellations.
I wanted to tell you how I recognized yours.

I wanted to seek what is beyond those lights...
I breathed barely as my soul descends to the dark.

As I remember where we have been through,
I have never seen how the stars shone as bright
As how it used to shine before, they wrote your name.
They reminded me how better I was with you.

I spoke to you in my dreams last night,
I pondered if I still lived in your mind,
Like the ways my dreams used to be.
Do not let me watch you suddenly fade,
“Always”, such an inviting promiscuous word.

If I could rule over the stars tonight,
I would reach over the sparks, I would write our names,
See them shine over the pitch black darkness tonight.
Sit with me and watch them twinkle over our worlds.
I would stare into your eyes filled of wonder,
Here we are watching the galaxies’ colours collide.
I know, my love, I had nothing left to hide.
I watched your glittering starry eyes,
The most dazzling stars I have seen before me.

Distances believed we were just a dream,
What a beautiful truth it would become tomorrow.
But if I would wish for one thing tonight,
The only thing I would have wished for
Was to have me right beside you.
Inspired by the stargazing we had in our school... I have learned a lot, yet there I saw back in my head... All the saddest wishes and fading hopes. But, dreams and wishes can make them possible. Imaginations and all the beautiful fantasies.... Until, they were just dreams. They're too good to be real.
zb Apr 2018
someday
you and me
we'll sit together
and i'll draw
galaxies
in the constellations
of your freckles

someday
you and me
we'll sit together
exhanging whispered words
and hushed laughs and earbuds
and history notes

i hate history class
but i love you
six hundred and one
Cadence Apr 2018
2/18/2018
Therapeutic hypothermia
The cold preserves my soul
A still expands the night
Suspended in half-animated state
The still demands the constellations
Slow and introspect
Reflect on now, the lull
Orien runs the bull
The seven sisters, never saints
****** the men they adore

The weight of day fades away
And still I stand, absorbed 
Neck craned heavenward
Mind full dark and starlight poured
Heart bellowing apace
Time is brain, time is mind
In this case, turtle conquers hare
Intentional at this metabolic rate
Still they dance and chase around the axis
Turtle cheating time and space
By slowing down the mortal race
Orien minds the bull
The seven sisters narrate
Still I stand, chill permeates and I find desire relaxes
Therapeutic hypothermia is a method of slowing down metabolism in patients after a heart attack to preserve brain cells. I thought about this after standing outside on a winter night and feeling peaceful
StardustPiscium Apr 2018
They say we all live under the same sky.
But right now, in this place, far from you.
When I look up I don't see the same constellations as you.
And it feels like we're a galaxy away
Your beauty marks;
Scars formed in the process of obtaining beauty, forming a constellation that makes up my universe.
Ben Kaw Mar 2018
The timid moon obscures itself
in shadows of intrigue.
Every night you wax,
a striptease of your soul.

The moon looks over all the stars
reflecting the light of an absent sun.
The cold night glows with wonder.
Though you are smaller than the stars,
the twinkles are minuscule in my eyes.

If you are the moon,
and the moon is made of cheese,
then why am I
cheesy so squeezy.
3/10/2018
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