#milkyway
Endless depths in a naked reality
Crafted from the glass of the Milky Way
So that a brush of sunlight could sweep them away
Beneath the roots of an abandoned lightning bolt
They were extinguished by unreasoning rains
And scattered by the ash of constellations
So that they might be born again
Oči
Beskrajne dubine u razgoličenoj javi
Izrađene od srča Mliječnog puta
Da ih može brisak sunca odnijeti
Ispod korijena napuštene munje
Gasile su ih nerazumne kiše
I rasipao pepeo sazvežđa
Da se ponovo mogu roditi
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
I know a man
he speaks to me
of Aboriginal history
of where to go
and what to see
and how to be a mystery
I know a man
who walks the line
between them and us
and all sublime
to open eyes
to be surprised
is everything to him
despised
I know a man
who’s patient and strong
who highlights the good
from the wrong
who’s heart is broken
from songs left unsung
and words left unspoken
of where we’re beaten
until we are woken
I know a man
he’s you he’s me
he says we can live together
in perfect harmony
the ups the downs
of life you see
is ours to live
that’s his guarantee
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
There was a time
when every human heart beat beneath
the same cathedral of stars.
No roof but the universe,
no sound except the wandering wind,
no glow except the patient fire
of distant suns.
Back then the sky was not a ceiling.
It was a companion.
It breathed with us,
quiet and eternal,
reminding us how small we were
and how miraculous it was
simply to exist.
But we built cities taller than our wonder,
lit streets brighter than our curiosity,
and covered the heavens
with our own inventions.
Now the night is thin,
artificial,
a pale imitation of the truth
we once held in our open hands.
And the saddest part is this.
We forgot.
We forgot the sky
was once ours.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC
I'll comb your hair gently and braid it neatly.
The dark silky strands—streaks like how the milky way shines.
Like an astronaut preparing ahead of time, I'll settle for the stars that begin to align in your eyes.
Like an gardener loving his elderly wife, I'll plant flowers to bloom in your hair.
When the time feels finally right—like the spring that begins to flow by, I'd only have wished our love in this lifetime.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
I'm the Big Dog—VY Canis Majoris
in the Big Dog constellation
that's why you still adore us
.
Howling loudly—I'm a star!
Among the biggest known to man
Distinctly visible from afar
so don't look for me at Cannes!
.
I'm an interstella' fella red
hypergiant pulsating fireball
which drives the ladies mad!
.
Living large in the Milky Way G
I'm bright and sizzlin' hot as can be
Full of soul, a potential black hole
So move it on ova' while I supernova!
© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
we held onto dreams
wider than the Milkyway
dancing under the pouring rain
wishing dandelion buds
into a one-way to center stage
we stayed up past daybreak
conquering our fears
shaping them to laughter
timeless to the melody of
Our wild hearts
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Just like a supernova we had to explode
our massive admiration had come to an end
of its beautiful life span
& our nova was brighter than any other cosmic event
enhanced with lilac and bluish hydrogen colors
so enormous, making it look like a whole new galaxy
but like all massive stars we turned into a black hole
swallowing every star coming in our way
and as much of a mystery we will remain
as much of a apocalypse we will stay
and maybe if the milky way would've been closer to our collision
we could've been a celestial ellipse
in a universe filled with endless stars
and as typical for a black hole, space and time collapse when we touch the event horizon
and we become one magical unexplainable element with each other
so powerful that when time slows down
there won't be any other thought than your silhouette dancing from one star to another
catching the last remaining particles of love rotating around our supermassive black hole
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
My stomach churns as I get ready to fly away.
Adrenaline rises as I hear a voice say...5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Then my rocket blasts off
toward the milky way.
Before I know it, 2 days have gone by. And as I look out the window,
I can't help but cry.
Because floating in the moonlight, even though I'm all alone
in a sea of stars,
it really hits home how small and connected we really are.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
warped,
weird,
whirling,
wonder-filled,
a garland of words
eulogized by occidental cosmologists today
to deify the milky way
for five millennia,
in clandestine chambers of
the temple of the lord with a lotus navel,
oriental sages, finely tuned into
ultimate mantras of the cosmos,
initiated ‘twice born’ namboodris of kerala
into a mellifluous sanskrit verse....
a potent heart melting hymn
where our star-studded galaxy,
milky in complexion,
is seen as a spinning jagged-edged discus,
worn as an ornamental ring
around vishnu’s slender index finger,
from whose whirling lotus navel
originate the birth of inseparable twins:
warped space intertwined with flowing time
now this is a garland of exquisite beauty!
© 2019
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
i ought to wake up
from this nightmare i’m in,
i ought to forget
the world that i’ve seen.
a bottle of saturn tears
in my hand,
ready to get emptied
on my every command.
she was who i shared
my dreams with at night,
now nights only trip
over fears that i hide.
we once danced in desert,
with sand in our eyes,
but she’s now in hiding
wearing a different disguise.
the stars cry
and milky way echoes.
i drank half the poison,
shattered my soul.
i weeped horizons
in your belonging.
forgotten myself as
i’ve fallen asleep.
now you and i
and stars remember.
but new memories
cannot be made.
i’m leaving you now,
alone, to surrender
the past into nightmare,
that i’m living in.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
Hold the universe inside my palms
I alone understand it is but a solitary dream
Between stars I make out memories
Connecting dots, forming images ingrained in my mind
I look in the unfilled depths of sky where suns have yet to burn out, remaining eternally preserved in an explosion of beauty lightyears away wondering about humans peering at their ambience through time and space
This isolated reflection I witness change in compliance with the predetermined path set in motion by the astrological forces of nature
Unstable
My hands must be trembling
Scared of sorrow and frustration they undeniably confront
The fear of the uncertain, the inconsistency of the unapologetic future awaiting
Solemn visions of an imperfect outcome, enough torment to push strength a bit too far over the edge
Fragile balance of peace and chaos resting within cupped desperate hands
Ignorant, the quickness of extinction among synapses in the cavern lighting the entirety of my skull
Pinned under familiar self-induced delusions
Galaxies silently begging for permanent freedom
Such fate to let their wishes dangle ignored
Urges within bursting, released
That moment I also give in
Forcefully close my fingers into a fist
Instantly crushing wild constellations scattered around my consciousness
A great deal more fragile than realized
Once unshakable destiny budged a millimeter by one lone act of rebellion
Against a powerful pull the majority pretend is rigid
Elusive control by way of self-combustion of life's temporary illusions
Proof one touch can fell worlds of fantasy
Founded on fiction
Or maybe
Reality
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
milky way a spot
in the span of the
universe
resting in the hands of
our creator
to be nursed
web of stars spread
generously abroad
could creatures born
into this world
ever become bored?
from the heavens'
full perspective
this planet is oh-so small
though for us humans
who live on it
it is a mega ball
the architect
of everything
looks after heaven and earth
his gentle love so evident
how could I not thank him
for my birth?
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
When we're high
We dance inside my head.
We dance in a way that we've never danced before.
You and I on a stage of collected thoughts.
Without fear how we move.
Without fear anyone watches.
We move in intrigue.
Without chairs or walls.
We dance among stars and eons of galaxies.
Your eyes trail the milky way.
Things otherwise complex.
Fully understood when we're high.
High off each other.
High off life.
You and I the experience of pulsating neon.
Swirling around and around.
The places we visit with a hop and a skip.
Your thighs a dress covered by stars,
Inside my head.
The place we go without fret.
Worry or fear.
Under the neon lights.
Every time I look at you.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
securely encrypted,
the Milky Way and beyond;
my billion nureons!
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
g a l a x y
her lips are a galaxy
i was not ready to explore
yet tasted with glee
and she, herself, is a galaxy
forget the milky way
for she is my galaxy
her heavenly bodies never fail to astonish me
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
The scars I tried to bury
are now floating
between my ribs
trying to **** all the blood
that runs through my heart;
that flows to my hands
that she used to hold
and loved.
My visions became narrow
pointing to the future where
I am alone and she’s happy.
Then slowly, there are tears
in my eyes that no muscle
in my system could lift back.
I miss her so bad; so much
I’ll dive to hell and
search in heaven.
I’ll fly to the milky way
to plead and pray
that if she’s not for me
then I am now willing
to give myself to flames.
I miss her so bad
I’ll do anything
to take her back,
I’ll do everything
for her not to leave.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
The sun is hot in the open desert. A shadow of hope from the plants that look like they have withered.
Shade we seek the critters scream. Little feet scorching as the sand seems to melt.
Why must I live here. Many folk ask. Would you rather have the ocean to see versus the forever ending rows of Joshua Trees.
My skies are full of glistening stars, when the hot sun sets deep down afar. I have darkness you can never see. I can see the milky way you see.
I don't need the beach house. I can always hear her waves. A memory recorded deep in my mind.
The night skies are forever now mine. I fear not the heat of the day. I live my life simple like the old days. I have no wants. My needs are all meet.
As long as I have you with me at night. The stars are our peace in this crazy world.
I love my desert as I love you. Harsh at times. Life gets rough you see. But in the end it is just you and me.
Nashoba copyrighted 2014
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Are you happy?
Are you happy with me?
Because my thought haunts me
That probably somewhere
There is someone else who could makes you happier than I do
And it terrifies me
I can not promise you today
I can not promise you tomorrow
All I know is...
That when our hearts attached to each other
And our hands holding one another
We could survive the storms together
And anchored in the beautiful islands
Like we always do for thousand of days
Last night I saw you sleeping
Were you dreaming of our dreams?
Discovering our fine days
Looking at the blue sky
Laying on the field of daisies
Because I am dreaming too
On a starry night
Laying on the beach with you
Kissing under the shining milkyway
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
We question why is it that life,
Has a beginning, middle and end,
Yet space seems continuous,
Could you please help me comprehend?
A small spec of dust we are,
On a sea of psychedelic abstract,
Our universe is quite mediocre,
Comparing it to its extract.
Everlasting... what,
What is it that we seem to admire,
A lack of carbon energy,
Requiring us to wear glass hoods?
Why oh why is it existent,
Why does it ever be,
I still am boggled by this infinite setting,
Can it possibly be part of me?
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
As a romantic, out of the blue,
Dear Lover, I simply wanted to say…
The history behind each of my words does not define,
The formation of my sentences does not refine –
The number of poems I write does not demonstrate,
The amount of text I compose does not illustrate –
The extent of my love for you,
Which extends well beyond the Milky Way.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
When I die I want someone to look up in the starry night sky.
My heart and soul are already attached to the magnificence of the beauty of the fixed luminous points in the night sky.
I promise you when you look up there
you will find me there
and
I will give you peace of mind
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC