#milky
Dim the lights
And you'll notice my scars
However with caution
Because you might mistake them for stars in the sky
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
I thought of you today my sisters...
And tears filled my eyes,
Long, streaming tears that fill up buckets in the lap over the sides and splash onto the tips of my fingers,
as I reach to swipe the corners of my eyes,
and a salty droplet touches my lips, reminding me of my own fragile mortality.
Reminders come in waves, either chilling me to the bone or warming me up like a childishly sweet cup of warm cocoa that would never dare to burn your lips.
Moistened eyelashes straighten themselves out and blink away their reminiscences of yesterday's Conversations and heart-rending memories.
Blithe spirits sway to and fro, ever hopeful at the possibilities of being called out by name and sending a sparkle of starlight in their direction, easing their journey past the Milky Way and the timeless edges of the universe.
Don't pack your bags yet they say…
Relinquishing your mortality with grace; whether expected or shockingly sudden, the whys and wherefores of your integumentary shawl are mysteriously hidden,
Just out of grasp it seems.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
I am a Star Voyager though,
I've never left the ground.
Traveling through the Milky Way
without making a sound.
There is music here in the desert sky,
the cicadas drone,
accompanied by,
The coyotes singing in the wind.
As I travel from star to star,
with eyes full of wonder.
The gaseous clouds of Orion
faintly visible here in the deep dark desert night.
While the Pleiades
shine like diamonds,
against a backdrop of swirling black velvet.
The collected warmth
of the desert floor warms my bones
as the wind whips and dances.
The desert is a wonderful place to be alone,
but a hard, hard place to call home.
Come morning,
I'll abandon my Desert respite,
and rejoin the world of men.
But even though I must go,
I know I shall return.
And become a Star Voyager once again.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 3:23 PM UTC
The blossoms are calm, and yet still, she sings for
the heavens within, the white heron bows to the sea water,
It sees the clouds of night touched by lunar wind, the
lucid paintings of seagrass contemplate the presence of the
poet floating upon the waters, and say to her, “you too, have wings”,
the lights beneath her as dewdrops, bright as cricket melody, the lone lantern glows in the silent hour of all, where the artist’s senses awaken as ripples of butterflies opening, the petals in far flight ask her, “are you I?” , her starry form is light upon the mirror of the moon, a ghost of time and being, the beauty of imperfection decorated her as the
stars, the heron asked her, “your nature is delicate as my feathers, why did you wish to hide?” she sung back “I hid because I was afraid, I loved in a world of no love, I realize now, to reveal the amygdala that lives in color is to be brave in a world of grey, to be delicate is a strength, to have tears is to have power, to paint your emotions through eyes and lips is grace, being is the greatest gift” she perceived her revelation, “I am human, in solace with both light and dark”, her hands floated upon the water, the sounds of the ocean echo the endless journey, she becomes the milky amber dream, night has turned to day, the flower of the sea has found her abode in the one whom has loved her before existence, she spoke not, for all the songs have already been sung,
the eons have spoken, softly, she folds her eyelids in the heavenly warmth, there is only her whisper, “I have returned to you when I was never lost”
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
milk and honey
on your lips
your perfume
sweet and soft
a milky bath
soak it in
dripping from my skin
taste it on your tongue
warm in my arms
sticky and smooth
like the way you make me feel
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
All of my stars gone
In milky way galaxy
Like hazy band in sky
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Parading a galaxy of stars,
you are the shining way to our future.
And if you were born today,
I wouldn’t be present here.
You crave a good center of attraction,
giving the mighty sun a corner of your attention.
Hazy band of light is how we see you,
even as you pack a full stream of illumination.
Will you shine a bit more on us?
Sweeping through the dark ages,
you are that marvel of creation.
Or was it design by evolution,
a masterful coincidence of mind blowing proportion.
Will you share with us?
You conceal your true strength in dark matter,
as old as universe when it was in tatters.
Maybe you have the story of the Big Bang
stored in your matter,
for it to be revealed in a beautiful glitter.
Will you reveal to us?
For Earth is where you are famous.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
i may be lost
but doesn’t mean the milky way can’t guide me back to you
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Milky Way collides
With Andromeda; the result?
Wait, four billion years!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Once upon a Martian
In the Milky Way
A planet the galaxy
Way far away
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
The stars
Milky Way Martians
Out and about
Star-lighting
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Once upon the Milky Way
Outer space the Galaxy
Up above the starry stars
Lights above to Earth
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
I'd let myself
Burn up in every last sunset
If it meant
I'd become part of the sky.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
rocks held my troubles
& got tossed in the ocean
where they sank deeply
in the depths of the roaring cage
that couldn’t arrest my soul.
i thanked the moon
& watched as her body glowed
and waned to a milky curve –
crescent, like the smile of a satisfied lover.
the waves met me at the shore
longing to embrace
but instead whispering
in between tender crashes,
you are hallowed, not hollow
you are hallowed, not hollow.
i understood.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
One day I realized something:
That I love stars a lot
But they're so hard to find
(At least that's what I thought)
I traveled to the library
And I checked out lots of books
And read them all quite thoroughly
From there I went to look
That night was cold and windy
(I was unsure if I would stay)
But Cassiopeia then appeared
To me and showed the way
She showed me Ursa Minor
And Orion, standing strong
She showed me all the Milky Way
And I began to hear their song
The Seven Sisters called to me
And Pollux showed his light
Oh, there were many things I saw
That cold and windy night
I still love stars an awful lot
And above me I still look
I try to show the light I know
That they gave, and I then took
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
a milky vessel
an open wound on a timeline of unspoken truths
a memory
distant yet so **** close i can feel it and i can feel you
an entity
do you pass by this life into parallel universes looking for pieces to put us together again (i would)
are you real or just my perception
perplexed by such embodiment of perfection in one human being
definitely an entity; entwined with milky vessels cascading back and forth to me
passing by through a wormhole
i catch glimpses
saccadic masking, too much blinking
i might miss it i might miss you i miss you
if you put the pieces together again perceive me
i'll appear all around you like a deity
matter and energy
the milky vessels of your veins run from your body through mine, keeping my heart beating
stay
stay in this reality and we will rebuild our pieces
and that's the beauty of energy, my darling
they were never truly lost
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
Close your eyes
staring at the sun
it’s dropping fast
burnt umber runs
Mountain auras
dividing shadows
lights the purple line
between day and night
Dark silhouettes
sinking deep
illuminates behind
the promise of sleep
Night stars cascading
emu peeps
between milky light
eternally creeps
Shooting stars bright
inner eye sees
cacophonies of colour
shapes our very lives
It’s dreams, it’s time
it’s endless and divine
this half way place
all here, sublime
It’s spirals, it’s dots
it’s country, it’s us
explaining the universe
simple yet complex
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
I am a child of the stars
Conceived from stardust
And sketched from the kisses of Orion.
I am a child of Jupiter
Formulated from the amber streaks that pinch my frame together
And the unknown beneath the surface.
I am the child of the Milky Way
From the exploding stars that burrowed in my eyes and my heart
And the nebulas that are trying to piece themselves together.
I am a part of the sky that happened to fall down and bruise my skin with dirt
From the bones under the grass
And the charcoal smudges speckling my back.
I am a child of the black hole
Whispered into my ear and filled my brain with darkness
And rests in the bottom of my stomach.
I am a child of the sun
That puts the warmth in my body
And fight the darkness in my head.
I am the child of the stars
Conceived from stardust.
Watch me shine.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
*When I was younger, I wanted to be an astronaut. I told myself, "I want to see the stars and the planets up-close." I think probably we all had that stage in childhood where we all wished to be space walkers like Armstrong.
But eight years later, now I don't wish to be an astronaut anymore. I wish to be a writer. Because I have already seen all of the stars and the nebulae in your eyes. I wonder how they all got condensed in those two small circles like the moon. I whisper to myself, "It's so lustrous."
I already felt the weightlessness of space in your kisses, and your hugs are like oxygen tanks -- I need them to breathe. And when I see you-- just looking at your gait and smelling your perfume is even more enthralling than being in a launching rocket ship that pierces through the clouds and breaks the invisible mantle that separates the Earthly skies from the cosmic tapestry called "the rest of the universe". And I float away from reality and just revolve around the idea of you and nothing more like how the satellites of Jupiter revolve around it almost eternally.
I don't need to see the constellations anymore nor the planets or the meteors because I have seen them all in your skin-- I painted them on your skin. Others might call it bruises, but they do not understand that your body-- your neck, your arms, your chest are empty spaces and it'd feel like a sin not to embellish them with love marks -- the bruises that do not scream pain but* I love you's. *And I love you.
More than all the splendor of space, I still find your hair and the arch of your back and the gaps between your fingers and your clavicles so much more beautiful. Even this galaxy we live in seem to be unfit for its name: Milky Way. I think that name suits better your complexion alone. And when you smile-- oh, your smile! -- it is more radiant than the brightest comet and more warm than the hottest blue star; even the sun in the most arid summer-- it just gives me sunburns, but your smile, only yours, renders my heart melted.
When I was younger, I wanted to be an astronaut because I wanted to see the space. But now I don't anymore. Because I learned that astronauts are just spectators and I want to write about the universe. I want to write about you.*
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
From his explosions,
Our sun spreads antimatter
Into the cosmos
And orbits around the core
Of the immense Milky Way
To make a low-speed cyclone.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
I want to jump off Saturn's moons
Swing me then about to Venus
Find my way 'round the Milky Way
Back to Earth someday someway
after the mysterious galaxy
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC