We fall Hard and steady
Down dimensions unknown
Down, each turn and drop
We turn and tremble, teeming with tingling terrors
Nightmares fuel
Combust and flare outwards until nothing can contain it
We fall
We tumble, down further
Banging, bashing, crashing into oblivion
We tornado outwards, from within
Our hearts break and bend, and release their burdens
They blow like bombs
Our minds burst, and burn like supernovas
Enveloping all that is, and will ever be with blinding light
Eyes scorched and hearts immolated
We climb, turn and tumble
Bumble like buffoons
We soar ever higher, becoming ever lighter
We fly like jet fighters
Higher and higher still
Above the atmosphere
Float… suspended in stillness
Until we blossom and spread like wildfire
Flowering, showering, we sow our stardust seeds
We turn, stumble, and reach
We fall, like meteors, into each other’s orbit
Until collapse
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at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
To touch you,
two souls.
Too much to take.
You took me to the stars,
I took you.
Supernovas
detonate,
synchronized
on impact.
I took you to another place,
you took my hand.
I breathe in a millennium of the cosmically divine
As I dive into aquamarine waterfalls,
Swimming in a secluded, shimmering lagoon.
Dense canopies of evergreens carpet the indigo sky,
Allowing flecks of amber light to shine through.
The melodious hymns of Gaia's gifts are beckoning me.
Stepping upon freshly discovered petrichor,
The energy of a thousand lifetimes before flows through me.
Flashes of births and deaths float by on gilded winds,
Reminding me that every spirit lingers long after the heart takes its last beat.
For energy can never truly die.
I am made of exploding supernovas—
And from destruction comes rebirth.
pale yellow shards of brittle glass
shatter under my feet
as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete
and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis,
I pay it no mind
the ice of my pupils melts into inky lashes
that bleed cold down my face
and in my head,
I conjure a universe where
every contradiction, every illusion you did not believe in this one
becomes a reality
all around me,
there are people breathing autumn air who know the art of exhaling
their throats don’t choke, and their tongues don’t freeze
at the thought of forgetting the taste
and that is what I remember hope to be
the galaxies and supernovas and black holes in my chest-
I am tired of their weight
it’s too much for a person, and I am just half of one
so I tell myself it’s not selfish
to fall to frail knees on a faded sidewalk
to double over in searing throes
and give up on starry eyes,
even if it is their memory
that dusts begotten leaves
their golden brown edges crumble into goodbyes
under callous feet
diving through fluorescent
waves
of the cosmos,
far beyond the stretches
of exploding supernovas,
and collapsing
constellations of black holes,
our glistening
fingers interlace~
seeking solace
in astral weightlessness,
where stars serenade
eternal love…
It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;
Atomic part of you blown free
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;
Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;
Just let go and set the chaos free.
Euridice, Euridice
daughter of mortals, sworn to divine;
the bell tolls, the bell rings
“I’m sorry, I miss you”
Orpheus turns; Euridice.
the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages
stacked, dishes scattered in the sink
sunlight splashes
I close my eyes
I see the ghost of where you’ve been
how long has it been
since the summer of your smile,
the spring of your voice.
twenty years waiting, your Penelope;
a shroud unwoven by time
tick, tick, tick. the clock continually ticks.
it drags me by the hands,
grabs me by the heart.
every grain falling through the hourglass,
a lifetime I once spent with you.
every word I never said,
a pomegranate never split;
I called your name too late.
Melpomene, my very own muse,
hear the swan song of my heart
three words we never got to say
i love you i love you i love you
i turn to you to confess
(don’t look don’t look don’t look)
and there you are. you’re gone.
we were two sides of the same fate,
half of each other; star-crossed, but
snip. your shears split the weave and.
Fates themselves can’t force supernovas
to align / when they’ve already long died
They get tangled when crocheting.
Much like hair, they weave dreams.
It changes shape, changes form,
when touched with barehand,
it crumbles, triggers a storm.
They say, 2.537 million light-years away,
is a galaxy like our own.
The tiny fiber, there too sway,
weaves supple fabric, alas it is
made of stone.
When I look up at the sky,
I swear I see. A slender yet,
long thread flying up high,
inter-galaxies, it is free.
They say, 2.537 million light-years away,
is a world, neither young nor old.
From nebulae to supernovas vast,
these cotton strands, secrets hold.
Connecting all from this world
to the other, the fortune changes.
Enlightenment is unfurled.
Every fibre lives, every fibre
dies. Every stitch questions
Who am I?
They say, 2.537 million light-years away,
there is a land so divine.
Where gods walk the earth, humans
collude with the stars
and disrupt the time.
Prompt: Cotton Strands
The itch to love
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self
Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic
This love,
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets
And supernovas
Must rest.
In my dream, I take a spaceship flight,
Guided by AI in the dead of night.
We'll glide through Nebulas, countless milky ways,
Avoiding Supernovas and Black holes' fierce gaze.
We seek a friendly planet, our quest so grand,
To descend and savor tranquil days on the land.
Like Cook's adventure, discovering a new berth,
No wars with natives, just a friendly hearth.
As I wake up, the spaceship fades from view,
Tossing in my bed, the dream bids adieu.
Lost amongst a trillion stars.
In lustrous shades of Ebony and Ivory.
We are like the moon craving for night fall,
so our twin embers can ignite dark skies.
Under the modesty of moonlight,
desire illuminates in our eyes.
We spark like supernovas in empyrean explosions,
waltzing around the planets in a cosmic ballet.
Penetrating pulses beat until glimpse of daylight,
as zealous sun ascends like bonfires in our hearts -
A celestial tapestry woven in timeless space.
may the way we look
at both space and form
infuse innate vibrancy
of love's effervescence
that existence reflects
beauteous bliss hues
as a butterfly effect
setting aflame with joy
supernovas of light
till nothing else remains
save love
20-December-2022
If there is a version of us
reflected by the stars in the sky
the world dappled with supernovas
would be left with a breathless sigh;
Faith’s bountiful cup would pour
from Earth’s crown flowing with ease;
Romance would live once more
marveling at our masterpiece;
Reclaiming what was lost long ago
your feelings so easily dismissed;
Now gazing at our love you know
that fairy tales really do exist.
Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes gone blind to the images and deities
Of families and finalities
Of bones that drum
All fall in distant regard
The night is rip asunder
The echo of thunder
Rain driven storms of raveages and revenge
Fires of ice Buring the nation at its core
Alight of midnight sky like supernovas
Blown in a rage of the blind, a land of the blind
A mad god in a nation
Torn into clans
Rise and go to war
Rape of the natural landscapes
Televised and television wasted places
Vision-scapes in division of man and land
The pulse of blood
The heart beat
That bleeds on paper and ink
Roads to dreams a nation in turn
As this nation burns
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