#shootingstars
There is a timeline,
Eons from when we stand,
Where the sky is ocean-dark
And the moon cries tears
Of a high frequency whale.
There are no epitomizing speckles,
Of light so brilliant white.
Only a blackness so devoid,
That even apathy is wounded
By the mere sight of it all.
There, night devours the Earth,
With no glittering beams,
That lighten and heat the blue.
She succumbs to the ice,
And nothing becomes everything.
There, the moon screams —
It's cold and it is dark.
It's dead and I'm lonely.
And please,
It's so very dark.
There, in that timeline,
Not far from when we stand
You and I, together can see
The world where it stands,
Gone, decayed like the suns,
Not a ****
Nor a star,
Left alive
For us
To wish.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC
All the stars are falling down.
_Make a wish_ —
maybe we’ll fall in love
before they hit the ground.
And if it fails, I guess we’re
just crashing down.
To shot my shot, and try to be
your shooting star —
aimed so high,
but I was falling too fast
at the sight of your brown eyes,
soft as cosmic dust.
I’m the dusk, you’re the sun —
and if we make love
to make a son,
will that light save us,
or are we still just crashing down?
Until then - hold me in the silence
between the boom and the burn —
where gravity forgets us,
and stars don’t return.
And if we’re meant to fall,
then let it be together —
two sparks in the dark,
pretending we’re forever.
Even if we burn out
before the dawn,
at least we lit the sky while
we were on.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
I was a moon and I envied the stars, but shooting stars the most.
Because for a moment, they look like the sun.
And everyone loved the sun. That’s why I wanted to be one so bad.
What I didn’t realize was that you loved the night more than the day. You loved things that glowed through the brightness of another.
You only ever looked at the moon. Not the stars and not the sun.
You weren’t like everybody else. It was the moon you loved.
And with that, I’ve never been happier to be a moon.
To be your moon.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
i like astronomy
but i can t decide if
my feelings for you
are
meteors
or
meteorits?
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
When did you start waiting for shooting stars to dance in the skies? When did you start bending down and let your wish fall upon a six-petal ixora? When did you start hoping for four-leaf clovers in the fields? When did you start whispering your secret dreams to yourself before blowing the birthday candles? When did you start tossing pennies on wishing wells? When did you start muttering you heart's desire on fallen eyelashes? When did you start staying up late to wait for 11:11 to come?
When did you start believing in the magic they bring?
When did you stop?
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Why making wishes
on a dying creature
as a shooting star?
So beautiful death
can seem if seen
from a distance.
For me comets are
named after all the
people who decided
my sky wasn’t their
place anymore.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Night has arrived but the stars have not
I'm holding a wish inside just waiting for one to get shot
Do not wish on these shooting stars as they beam
They might be somebody else's broken dream!
But they came right from the sky
Who's dreaming up there and letting it all fly?
Maybe someone who sits on the rainbow awaiting his turn
To get down to Earth and see the stars finally alit and burn!
Burning stars ain't new to them, they see the sun burn everyday
And so it surprises me, as to why they'd let their dreams sway
Until they turn into reality they simply wander
And this is to why we get to see all their thunder
This thunder is their trump card
To hide the real emotions, it's just a facade
For this is how they keep other stars at yard
And never oh never get involved in any vicious squad!
They rule the skies, awe us with their light
Why would they wish for land? Why would they abandon the night?
Night is what keeps them trapped for the eternal show
While on land they simply wish to come, dance and go!
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Shooting stars exist to remind us that not everything that falls, is broken.
☄
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
Finding the balance between love and wild.
She will split you in two.
Searching for love in the back of her van.
Rapid
Heavy.
She's gone before it even began.
Drinking hearts of unsuspecting lovers.
Quenching her thirst of lust and moving to another.
Leaving her sacrifices drained and chasing shooting stars.
She's gone in the blink of an eye.
Leaving behind a trail of hope burning in fire.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
Light up the sky for me;
because the world down below
is just too unbearable to see.
I wonder why shooting stars
choose to land in here;
if I were them
I would cling to the vast galaxy.
Say that I am right;
And just watch to indulge our eyes.
The world looks so harmless
when everybody shuts their eyelids
and closes their greedy minds.
I wonder what's the reason behind.
Darkness doesn't always mean sullen;
because it is what I anticipate in the morning.
But in order to see through it
I need a little glow-
So light up the sky for me
and let your burdens go.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
Those three words...
Slipping from your lips,
Seeping under my skin, I'm keeping quiet
Now, feeling like you ******* took something from me...
See, the surface is cool,
but deeper down the water's cold.
Sea, you sold your soul to a shallow attitude, while
I'm left shivering in a half empty home.
Drowning without your fire.
Despite the flash of passion we shared,
Ashes anointing our pair, you lit up my world...
Then just as fast as the flare,
You were gone.
I did so much wrong...
But tribulation makes me strong.
And so, I arose to the occasion.
I chose to walk among stars,
And I'll be around to take care of you
when you call, to prove to you,
All of my words are true.
Only now, we both have to accept, existing in different dimensions
of these
three words...
no matter how much it hurts.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
The spotlight fades, the curtain falls;
I lay in the dark, close my eyes
And play audience to a celestial symphony of my very own.
Brilliantly lit stars scuttle across
with barely contained urgency.
Trying to find their way home in the dark;
Seeking their designated spot;
Collapsing, colliding, alligning;
Finally coming to a stand still;
To form a pattern - a semblance of home;
Playing their part in the constellation.
Lo and behold, a planet clothed in flaming orange
Darts acroos the sky, pauses to catch it's breath;
Then explodes - into a million little fragments;
Breathtaking, brutal and brilliant, all at once.
Dreams waiting to be sought, seen, serenaded;
And I wake up - to a new show, a new stage, new actors
and yet another spin around the sun!
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
I saw it twinkling in the night, so I reached up towards the sky. I wanted so badly to catch it in my hands, but the universe wouldn't yet comply.
I thought of words that made my heart skip, but none more then the ones you said. Stars so brightly circle me, possibilities fill my pretty head.
Scattered about so endlessly, astrology beyond what I can see. If I catch this shooting star, maybe fate will leave us be.
It passes by a moon we share, that casts an eerie glow. Mystics relics can't reveal, something our hearts already know.
I close my eyes and catch that star, plucked it from the night. Now I Kneel on bended knee, wishing with all my might.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
My dream is like a thousand stars above
So hard to reach but still I'd like to try
And if I follow them into the sky
I'd reach the shooting star of what I love
d. a. f. p.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
I love looking into your eyes only to see stars that light up
and glisten like an aurora over the northern hemisphere.
I see galaxies form at the palms of your hands that slowly cluster into a fist of love and anger,
red fumes intermixed with purple erode from your fingertips
and onto my orbit.
How beautiful it is to look into a constellation that is inches away from my face and to want to kiss it.
A universe at my sight and only
a touch away,
a look away,
a kiss away.
And I get so lost as I stare into her soul,
but she sits silently as words are carried in meteor showers.
Shooting stars light up in-between our bodies
and the tension is seen.
Fires burn inside our hearts and people gaze at us like we are cosmic,
and we might as well be.
They don’t know what it’s like to look into something beautiful and want to gaze at her for an eternity that we do not have.
And that’s the beauty about humanity,
being mortal.
Because I will never ever have someone come into my life and burn a spectacle of colours that I’ve never seen before.
This is a once and a lifetime thing.
And I’m so so happy.
Happy.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC