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Yellow stars

Source of humanity

Source of home

They’re not as bright as blue stars

They don’t last as long as red stars

As cosmic middle child

Occasionally they wonder if they should be more like their siblings

Are the pros worth the cons?

To live life as full as blue, but destined to die as bright as they lived?

To conserve what they have like red, observing it all go by, but then be faced with the choice:wither away, or give in to the voices telling you to explode?

Maybe even like their cousin white? Spinning endlessly, violent, reborn, insistent. But, a bit scary. Strange.

No, it’s better to be as is. For every negative, there’s a positive.

To toe the line, throughout space and time

To have the claim of life as no other has

The middle child, the golden child

The normal one

But who said Normal wasn’t a good thing?

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Today I watched magic happen

I wish you were here.

I saw a brilliant eclipse

I wish you were here.

The moon, enveloped in an ethereal halo of sunlight

I wish you were here.

Sol, giving Luna the spotlight for only a moment

I wish you were here.

I will never see anything quite like it again

I wish you were here.

The chill I felt, the air grew cold as the sun grew dark

I wish you were here.

The second most beautiful thing I've ever seen

I wish you were here.

Maybe next time, we'll get to witness the beauty of an eclipse together.

Maybe next time, you'll be here.

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And I watch as their face goes through a myriad of Emotions. Surprise, a small bit of what I REALLY hope is happiness, a look I can only describe as flustered.

“What?!”

I grin, not even realizing it. So cute. I tilt my head a bit, and speak softly, trying to keep eye contact, without falling into their eyes, which is a feat in of itself, muttering:

“I…didn’t stutter. I think. You are. Beautiful.”

My tone become slightly more insistent with each word, and I finish much more confident than I started. The fact that their face changed color slightly, becoming a hint more red, is only encouraging. I inhale, calming my racing mind, Ignoring the insecurities screaming not to say it, not to reveal emotion because emotion is weakness-not to let myself be vulnerable. Maybe vulnerable is what I need.

“You’re the most beautiful person I know.”

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“I hear you muttering under your breath. If you have something to say about me, you can say it to my face.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

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Sometimes I wonder,

If something that came before us

Wished upon our star

before it became you and I.

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Asteroids

Sometimes I think about asteroids

Flying through the void of space

Waiting for years on end

Before they feel a planet’s embrace

Imagine being alone that long

Searching that deep, dark plane

The cold and vast and empty void-

I think I’d go insane.

But then they see a planet

And it becomes a race

The Loneliness has driven them mad

They just accept their Fate

The atmosphere destroys them

That, they already know

But they still fly towards the planet

And they’re happy to go

Sometimes they experience touch

And an Impact makes a moon

A crater, an Extinction

Though it happens no time soon

Overall, it’s a sad life

I wouldn’t take their place

I’ll stay on earth and pity

All those Asteroids in space

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Hidden beneath her clouds,

where not many ever see,

every once in a while

it rains on venus

Venus adores her Sun

and her Sun adores her

but a star's love

is not like that of a planet's

Venus cries tears of love,

She cries tears because of love.

Her sun's love hurts too much

she cannot bear it any longer

so she cries.

She cries to heal herself

her tears hurt, too.

tears of corrosive acid,

tears that burn through her atmosphere

choking her before they ever reach her surface

only making more space

for her Star's love to creep into

burning deep into her flesh.

Venus cries for relief,

for just a moments reprieve

but she is always burning now

not even her tears soothe her pain.

Red

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Bright and Loved

The Star was bright, the Star was warm, so the star was loved

They drew everyone to them, unable to look away

Planets fought to be around them, lest they move on without it’s light

A battlefield with them at the center, and still they were bright. Still they were warm. Still they were loved.

Eventually, only a few planets remained. They were close to the Star, they stayed around them all the time

The Star didn’t mind. Better to have a few friends to stay, than many to go.

And still the star was bright. And still the star was warm. And still the star was loved.

Sometimes the Star shined too bright

It cared too much about something it loved

It’s warmth burst out in a solar flare

And someone got burned

But they were only trying to bring their light

Because their light made the planets happy

That’s all that mattered to them

And still they were bright

And still they were warm

And still they were loved

Slowly, slowly, they became less bright

They ran out of Energy to Burn

They thought they had friends that would certainly stay

The planets didn’t think so, they floated away

It wasn’t overnight, it took a long time

And there they were, all alone in the cosmos

Just a dead star Among a Billion More

No longer bright.

No longer warm.

No longer loved.

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Sometimes, I talk to the stars.

I tell them about you.

The way I smile when I think of you

The way you fidget with your hands,

twisting your rings around your fingers,

The stars never talk back to me, but I know they understand,

and even if they don't,

they listen all the same.

-Red

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Ode to the creation of Gold

Of violence to beauty, of stars that shine

Born to shine bright, determined to die

Of cosmic companions, bound by fate

Who’s last act is sealed in a final embrace

Of a legacy born, through space and through time

Of jewelry, accessories, all of which shine

Of ringlets, of bracelets, of crowns of old

Of two stars colliding, of shimmering gold