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fray narte Jun 2019
she is what
black holes look like
and in the deep space of her room,
she writes poems
made of meteorites
and sings to playlists
made of stars.
Robin Lemmen Dec 2018
And it was almost as if
I found stars in your eyes again
Lying on your bed, head on your thigh
Stroking my cheek
A lazy smile haunting the corners of your mouth
Beautiful, as the lava lamp gave light
And my eyes closed slowly
Hold me, I am home
For a second I was looking at the boy
The man I once got to call my best friend
And we kissed the stars into meteors
Soaring, spinning, free
We were infinite
But we never got the soft landing we wished for
We crashed into ourselves
Losing sight of the moon and stars
Just like we did back then
Like we always do
Until we are no more than mere stardust
TD Aug 2018
...Little wonder why
luminescent eyes tumble
sightless on ancient bones.

Iron irises sulk
discovered listless
stuck deep in earthly form.

Pieces asunder
from the core
fade in dying light.

Hurtling unfocused
frangible instead of cast
rapt with wanting more.

Another conquest
wandering far to solder
faulty manifestos.

Never resting still
to journey on
for--their aimlessness.

A worldly wink
to one bent on
purposeless existence.

I'd rather be celestial.
This poem was inspired by meteors. :) A spacial conundrum.. in a way. *grin*
Kivanc May 2018
I slept well,
Maybe someone made me sleep,
I could say only thing,
I rejected it without wanting.

I imprinted all of my memories,
All of my disturbed feelings
With the meteors fell down in my dream.

I saw Devil's hell,
Not with its hot but with its cold,
I found out with cold,
I lost my everything.
E McNamara Mar 2018
I loved Him
Like the moon loved the stars
I studied him
Like the stargazers
A masterpiece

Please be mine
Never to be mine

Two planets
With different routes
Desperately wanting.

I destroyed myself
For you.
So that my meteors
Would go closer
Than I ever could,
I’m yours for good
Devon Gonzalez Jan 2018
It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat.

The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream.

Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land.

From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.
Angharad Aug 2017
Stepping through into darkness
Street lights drowned out by solid silhouettes of trees
Distant stars brought closer
In awe of the dramatic beauty of the vast night sky
Feet still
Face upwards
Eyes drinking in the fullness of space
Blue light traces as shooting stars race
Vision made aware of bursts of incredible meteors
Moving through my universe
I would stay and drown for hours in the deep ocean of the stars
Glad to feel so small against something with no edge
Limitless mysterious infinity
The Perseids Meteor shower. Nature's theatre
blue mercury May 2017
i could never ever  forget the night i met nari. it was like magic, like the powers that be wanted our destinies to collide, to crash, to blend.

it was the night a meteor shower was to come to my small town. people came from neighbouring cities just to see them, these bright lights, these shooting stars. everyone was camping out, the high school's football field covered with trucks and blankets and tents. There were even people cuddling with blankets wrapped around them in the bleachers, their words filling the air as they prepared to stare at the sky, prepared to see something more beautiful than anything they'd ever seen.

i was doing the same, sitting in the back of my dad's truck with a blanket over my shoulders, but i was beginning to doze off. i was feeling a sensation much like falling, when i heard a someone speaking in my direction.

"need help staying awake?"

it turns out, i didn't need to stare at the sky and see a meteor shower to see something more beautiful than anything i'd ever seen. i just needed to open my eyes and look at her. she was smiling, and god, she had a smile that grow flowers, birth stars, and mend butterfly wings. and she was smiling. at. me.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/108690616-soft-skin

an excerpt from chapter one of my cute short story ft. mira and nari

(irl mira don't be mad that i used ur name i just love the name and used it, but i can change it if you have beef)
Genevieve Aug 2016
I look up at the stars


And I see you.
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