#celestialbodies - Hello Poetry

You are my wishing star That I'm always wishing for Reaching for you seems so far Hoping you're here at my door You turn darkness into dust You shine brighter than anyone does Why I fell for you so fast? I hope that you'll be my last Even we were apart I thought of you You'll always be in my heart Wondering if you knew I'll wait for my entire life Just to see your endless light Your colors are glowing day and night You'll always be beautiful in my sight I dont wish to have some More money or fame The truly I want to wish That you'll still feel the same. Yes you are my wishing star You are my kind of fetish No matter where you are You'll always be the one I truly want to wish.

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC

franz-xander-c-barbacena

Wishing Star

You are my wishing star That I'm always wishing for Reaching for you seems so far Hoping you're here at my door You turn darkness into dust You shine brighter than anyone does Why I fell for you so fast? I hope that you'll be my last Even we were apart I thought of you You'll always be in my heart Wondering if you knew I'll wait for my entire life Just to see your endless light Your colors are glowing day and night You'll always be beautiful in my sight I dont wish to have some More money or fame The truly I want to wish That you'll still feel the same. Yes you are my wishing star You are my kind of fetish No matter where you are You'll always be the one I truly want to wish.

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i lied there on the pavement, eyes fixed on the big dipper, waiting for the stars to fall apart all at once, or for a car to run over me, whichever came first. and there i was, staring at the space and the emptiness looked back at me, and for a second, it felt like looking at my own chest; the stars, my bones, slowly coming undone. i wondered if someone felt that way too. i wondered if someone else gazed at the constellations and thought, maybe the stars are disillusioned with the galaxy and so that’s why they fell during meteor showers. or maybe they were lost causes dressed as angels jumping off bridges in heaven, ever the cynic. maybe it wasn’t something poetic. maybe it was watching celestial bodies i lied there on the pavement, under flickering lamp posts that looked bigger than the stars. the poems always said that stargazing is romantic it wasn’t. ironically tonight, i lost count of the falling stars while wondering why they’d gone too soon. wondering if they’d survived the fall. wondering if they knew that their descent was burying me in the sound of my breath. maybe in an hour, the black space in my chest would consume me and then i too, would be a shooting star lost in peripheral views. and i hope i would survive the fall. and i kind of hope i wouldn’t.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC

femininedeath

geminids

i lied there on the pavement, eyes fixed on the big dipper, waiting for the stars to fall apart all at once, or for a car to run over me, whichever came first. and there i was, staring at the space and the emptiness looked back at me, and for a second, it felt like looking at my own chest; the stars, my bones, slowly coming undone. i wondered if someone felt that way too. i wondered if someone else gazed at the constellations and thought, maybe the stars are disillusioned with the galaxy and so that’s why they fell during meteor showers. or maybe they were lost causes dressed as angels jumping off bridges in heaven, ever the cynic. maybe it wasn’t something poetic. maybe it was watching celestial bodies i lied there on the pavement, under flickering lamp posts that looked bigger than the stars. the poems always said that stargazing is romantic it wasn’t. ironically tonight, i lost count of the falling stars while wondering why they’d gone too soon. wondering if they’d survived the fall. wondering if they knew that their descent was burying me in the sound of my breath. maybe in an hour, the black space in my chest would consume me and then i too, would be a shooting star lost in peripheral views. and i hope i would survive the fall. and i kind of hope i wouldn’t.

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she was a supernova concealed in the synapses of the cosmic dust. there, she incinerated everything including herself — she incinerated everything, especially herself.

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Jul 3, 2019

Jul 3, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC

femininedeath

supernova

she was a supernova concealed in the synapses of the cosmic dust. there, she incinerated everything including herself — she incinerated everything, especially herself.

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