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I need to see them. I need to see them in your eyes, All the stars And all the satellites, All those sparkling miracles, All those tiny shines. All those memories And all those sparks. All those moments in your life When you thought Of reaching out. I need the planets, The moons, the suns, the dwarfs, All the mindless gaps. I need the nebulas To form around your eyes, I need the black holes To get lost in your mind. All the graceful galaxies, Far away and hidden, I need to see The future in them. I need the noises, That no one hears, I need to feel your eyes on me. I need to see you Written in the stars, I need to feel you Molding through the dust. I need to feel the galaxy Reaching out for me, Holding out its palms And giving you to me. 2026.02.02
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:20 PM UTC
Written in the stars
Humans in scales are in touch, they glide in the waters of the starry skies, the dust of nebulas move and dream as clouds, all is in silence, and the true music of love begins.
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 3:26 AM UTC
True Music of Love
hello? can you hear that? me begging for you to stop- to get out of my head. hello? can you taste that? i have no idea why my tears taste this way... i guess you were right, i really should drink more water. hello? can you feel that? as i continue to slice myself open in attempts to hurt you, my idea of containing the wild beast but, you must be a ********* hello? hello? is now when you leave? do you not want me anymore? you’re just like the others. can’t you hear me? do you not want to? have i become too much for you to handle? are you now scared of this chaos that you’ve created? do you fear that you’ve lost control of me? is it because i almost took 15 pills this morning instead of 1? i told you i was sorry. hello? you tore nebulas out of my mouth and left a blackhole as my smile, stardust is clogging up my throat now. i can’t breathe. hello? hel-hello? i guess this was the plan all along.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
a one sided conversation with my depression:
the monsters lurking behind my eyelids make up nebulas of nightmares and the pieces of every man i have yet to love because sooner or later everyone lets you down and terrifies you and explodes but i don’t think that i could love any other way so i beg the monsters to please stay.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
a menagerie of monsters and midsummer nights
When I close my eyes what I see are the mountain valleys And trees covered with snow All around me the only sign of civilization are the ski villages And the air smells like fire in a chimney With a hint of hot chocolate and waffles at every turn. I feel myself secluded on the top of one of those mountains In a cottage covered in snow Breathing in the fresh mountain air Cold but only enough that it’s the coziest feeling in the world to come inside to the warmth. Nothing but inspiration flows in these winds up here I am as weightless as the thin air this high And as soft snow falls it consumes me Until I start and end with the mountain and the sky. But I blink, and suddenly warm tropical sun is hitting my bare shoulders White sand resembling snow, but the resemblance stops there Because these tropical waters are alight with colors other than white and brown and green. The ocean waves match my hair And my freckled skin is kissed by the sun in such a way that I swear I belong here forever. There’s the taste of mojitos in my mouth And the smell of a scuba mask covering my nose. Under the water is another world, One I have never felt so close to With sharks and corals and fish that all seem to be in such perfect balance There’s nothing else in the world that matters but the sea and the sun and the sky. I’m disarmed for a second by the rush of loud noise I at first think are the crashing waves But then the shrill of a car horn caries and I realize that my feet have shoes on them once again And they’re touching asphalt. I look up at the buildings all around me And though the air isn’t as fresh here, There’s something to be said about the pretzels in the air And the car fumes And the smell of the pavement after the rain. There’s so much noise, but it beats in time with my heart And the swell of it all alights my excitement. There is no place I’d rather be, not in this moment. My thoughts are as abundant and high-reaching as the buildings all around me And there’s a world of possibilities that seem to have been awoken in me as I stepped into this city. The roar of the cars comes to a halt And all I can hear is the wind though the fields. My mind, for the first time in a long time, Has nothing left in it. I lay here, surrounded by nothing but flat land Dotted by small white houses With broken down brown barns to their left, And stare up at the rolling clouds in the sky. I don’t know where I am or where I’ve come from All I know is that one cloud looks like the head of a lion And the one next to it like a fox chasing his tail. The wind softly tugs at my hair, But I’m not cold in the breeze, And it seems to be a part of me as much as I am a part of this field as I lie here. Day turns to night quickly, and I’m suddenly looking up at the splattering of the nebulas. It’s incredible. I’ve never been so close, here on the mountaintop. I swear that if I reach high enough, I’ll be able to grab one and put it in my pocket. I don’t know why I’m so afraid to try. The soft waves break against the shore, and there’s something magnificent about the way the ocean reflects the sky So two dazzling displays are visible, Working together. One stands unmoving aside from the planes that shoot across it But the other ripples and flows, ever-moving, never-stopping. Then I look up and there’s a haze of lights Some stars, some planes, some just windows from buildings, But it’s the city that never sleeps And the stars are brilliant whether artificial or natural, I feel each one splattered across the insides of me. I lay here in the field, Awake but fast asleep More stars than I’ll ever see in my life spread out before me And I suddenly feel smaller than ever, This mortality that I am faced with is hammered into me by the brightness and abundance of all the stars in the sky. I wonder who I am again, Wonder how I got myself here, On this mountain, On this beach, In this city, In this field, But I cannot find the through-line, Not in this maze of constellations And so I stop questioning for just a moment And instead close my eyes and let my heart decide which way it wants to be pulled tonight, And the stars oblige.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
Schizophrenia of the Soul
When I close my eyes what I see are the mountain valleys And trees covered with snow All around me the only sign of civilization are the ski villages And the air smells like fire in a chimney With a hint of hot chocolate and waffles at every turn. I feel myself secluded on the top of one of those mountains In a cottage covered in snow Breathing in the fresh mountain air Cold but only enough that it’s the coziest feeling in the world to come inside to the warmth. Nothing but inspiration flows in these winds up here I am as weightless as the thin air this high And as soft snow falls it consumes me Until I start and end with the mountain and the sky. But I blink, and suddenly warm tropical sun is hitting my bare shoulders White sand resembling snow, but the resemblance stops there Because these tropical waters are alight with colors other than white and brown and green. The ocean waves match my hair And my freckled skin is kissed by the sun in such a way that I swear I belong here forever. There’s the taste of mojitos in my mouth And the smell of a scuba mask covering my nose. Under the water is another world, One I have never felt so close to With sharks and corals and fish that all seem to be in such perfect balance There’s nothing else in the world that matters but the sea and the sun and the sky. I’m disarmed for a second by the rush of loud noise I at first think are the crashing waves But then the shrill of a car horn caries and I realize that my feet have shoes on them once again And they’re touching asphalt. I look up at the buildings all around me And though the air isn’t as fresh here, There’s something to be said about the pretzels in the air And the car fumes And the smell of the pavement after the rain. There’s so much noise, but it beats in time with my heart And the swell of it all alights my excitement. There is no place I’d rather be, not in this moment. My thoughts are as abundant and high-reaching as the buildings all around me And there’s a world of possibilities that seem to have been awoken in me as I stepped into this city. The roar of the cars comes to a halt And all I can hear is the wind though the fields. My mind, for the first time in a long time, Has nothing left in it. I lay here, surrounded by nothing but flat land Dotted by small white houses With broken down brown barns to their left, And stare up at the rolling clouds in the sky. I don’t know where I am or where I’ve come from All I know is that one cloud looks like the head of a lion And the one next to it like a fox chasing his tail. The wind softly tugs at my hair, But I’m not cold in the breeze, And it seems to be a part of me as much as I am a part of this field as I lie here. Day turns to night quickly, and I’m suddenly looking up at the splattering of the nebulas. It’s incredible. I’ve never been so close, here on the mountaintop. I swear that if I reach high enough, I’ll be able to grab one and put it in my pocket. I don’t know why I’m so afraid to try. The soft waves break against the shore, and there’s something magnificent about the way the ocean reflects the sky So two dazzling displays are visible, Working together. One stands unmoving aside from the planes that shoot across it But the other ripples and flows, ever-moving, never-stopping. Then I look up and there’s a haze of lights Some stars, some planes, some just windows from buildings, But it’s the city that never sleeps And the stars are brilliant whether artificial or natural, I feel each one splattered across the insides of me. I lay here in the field, Awake but fast asleep More stars than I’ll ever see in my life spread out before me And I suddenly feel smaller than ever, This mortality that I am faced with is hammered into me by the brightness and abundance of all the stars in the sky. I wonder who I am again, Wonder how I got myself here, On this mountain, On this beach, In this city, In this field, But I cannot find the through-line, Not in this maze of constellations And so I stop questioning for just a moment And instead close my eyes and let my heart decide which way it wants to be pulled tonight, And the stars oblige.
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I thought my love for you was an earthquake Rupturing in my soul But as soon as I send this thought into the Oblivion of my mind Stuff this thought into a Bottle and send it down the river, I expected that I’d surely find it again someday, But for now, I no longer can feel The moving earth pounding my head Every second of every day. That was the point of this all, you know I wanted the emotion gone Couldn’t handle the aftershocks that would ripple And threaten to undo the careful Knots that I had tied To hold up my shield I need to hide behind. I didn’t realize, though, That the river opens up to the ocean And the bottle keeps moving through and through and through Until the tether of the emotion to the words Is severed, gone. There is no more flowing magma underneath my surface That threatens to bubble up and over, And once I thought this was what I desired When I sent my emotions out to sea But now all I feel is cut in half, Incomplete. The rest of me can’t live without its life source Which somehow got severed along with my ties to you. I wish it didn’t have to be this way But now I’m floating in space No air to breathe Hoping and wishing and waiting For the nebulas to send me into oblivion Or perhaps back home again.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
Emotionless
There’s nothing but dark water in every direction Reflecting the night sky In all its brilliant display of power. The thing is that you look at the stars And admire their beauty, You sit there and you wait and you hope to see a shooting star So you can make a wish that will probably never come true And even if it does The stars didn’t have anything to do with it, They’re just flaming ***** of lifeless rock Without care for human life. The universe, In all its glory Sprawled out up towards the heavens Is too big for anything to ever matter But I never realized that before. It’s not something to ponder The stars aren’t there so that some measly humans On a tiny planet In a galaxy in the middle of nowhere Can try to make sense out of it. There is nothing flowery About the stars in the sky, There is no meaning there Except that there is no meaning anywhere. Why is that so hard for me to get through my head, then As I stare out in wonder The smell of salt water filling my nose The warm breeze of summer enveloping me My mind staring into the sky and searching to find a place to call home among the stars. But there’s nothing there, There never will be anything there. I know now that the light I see is expired light, Hundreds, thousands, millions of years old. My humanity just can’t stand up to that kind of time, And so I can’t force it to try.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Whats Up With the Stars?
Burning gases of  Tens of thousands of Degrees burn for You. They shine and spin,  Swirling, dancing like  A professional stage artist Interpreting Your love. Yes, Your love brings out The very nature of nebulae -  Passionate fire-dancing  That will not cease  Until the one with burning Stars for eyes returns.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
When the Cosmos Worships
what if each individual is a universe? eyes that resembles nebulas, birth of a cell that looks like the death of a star. and this universe we live in, is just another human being? and every hurricane is an emotion lurked, every earthquake is a feeling of extreme anger, tsunami waves like our eyes in times of devastation, despair, joy & anything else. what if the planets & the stars are cells that build up this universe?
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
another {part. II}
Across mountain peaks like the spikes of your hair my fingers brush, careening off glaciers and sliding down hidden slopes. Curved and crossed as the bones in your spine, smooth and strong like the gliding wings of a hawk. The tawny-colored feathers echoed in each iris. A look, haunting. Chills and weightlessness invade my body curled next to yours in perfect sync to your heartbeat. Where waterfalls overflow our emotions capsizing our lonely individual vessels amid galaxies colliding each other on a spiraling journey of passion. The heat. Bronzer than the sun in Summer. My love. My moon and my stars. My one and only. Just two out-there planets together forever. Undiscovered, untarnished, undefiled by humanity. A secret whisper from the nebulas… *I    love             you….*
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Planets