#stardusts poetry

[stardusttodustpoetry]

Alex

Alex, there’s something slithering inside me that I can’t get out!

It’s too large to regurgitate, if I cough it up, I’ll choke,

The snake’ll bite my tongue and block my trachea.

You magician, did you do this to me?

I stall and compress myself against a bathroom stall wall

And cry and shake and cry.

I have read poems about sadness and anger and fear

And I exist as none of them; I am just tears.

I am walking a cloudy slack rope between ecstasy and despair

And you are a fog machine; you mix the paint in my soul into an unrecognisable brown.

You turn my organs to mist, me into a ghost.

I say I’m fine, is it a lie if I don’t know the truth?

If you’ve stolen my comparative words?

My friends, whom I love more than I could possibly describe,

Without resigning to scribe a million more convoluted metaphors,

Say they feel like shit, sinking.

Is that it? Does that fit?

I thought I was happy, but how can you be happy

When your face keeps shifting in the mirror?

Alex, you thief, you are stealing me!

[sparkandashes]

“We are space dust.”

The more I think about it, the more it hits home.

These tiny particles from ancient stars - each speck, a storyteller - whispering tales of supernovas and interstellar voyages.

I imagine them as celestial breadcrumbs, guiding us through the vast expanse of space.

It’s humbling to realize that we’re made of the same stuff as the stars, reminding us of our place in the universe.

@sparkandashes via tumblr

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Your soul speaks to mine. My darling, perhaps we are made from the same stardust.

— Dev

[violetsinyoureyesandguns]

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓐 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓂

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶

⋆.˚🌹༘˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡°❀.ೃ࿔*:･

[smol-stardust]

Don’t ever let little things like little stop you. For the littlest of us often contain the most abundant ocean of love. Within us the warm glow of the sun, the soft caress of moonshine. Remember that a vibrant field of flowers bloom inside when you feel hopeless. Know that each flower tells a story of your compassion and strength, nurturing a bloom of colours even in tough times. A galaxy of possibilities lay within you. You might just be a small blinking star now, but stars expand. Soon the little star that is you will become a dazzling shining nebula. You might be little now, but don't let being little deter you. Because you're so much bigger that you realize and always have been.

[silverystardustt]

coffee kisses

I.

languid & loving:

slow mornings together

stretching out like the rest of our lives,

endlessly vast before us.

nothing but warmth surrounding,

pulling me deeper into,

into,

into…

every moment further entangling us,

close to the point of no return.

history can’t help but repeat itself,

past lives of us in every moment,

we’ve been through this before,

this kind of falling.

II.

fruit-seeking fingers,

berry juice on your lips,

tempting and tantalizing,

almost as much as you.

lattes and cappuccinos:

marking the moments of us,

caramel and vanilla,

syrupy sweet.

i tug on your head to bring it to mine,

hoping for one last lingering taste of coffee on your lips,

the most intoxicating pairing.

my love

and his coffee-sweet kiss

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here’s a poem that’s currently getting published but wanted to share here with y’all first :)

on that note… buy me some coffee if you liked the vibe of this poem or anything else I’ve posted here. I’m getting through finals at uni and I’m desperate lol, Venmo me @stardusted_

love you guys☕️🎧🖋️🤎

[stardustemotions]

things that i love :

my mother, my religion, the city i live in, science, poetry and art

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Nikita Gill ~ 93 Percent Stardust

[riotplex]

jjba slash anime (and pjo) mutuals??? pls 😝😝

[stardusttodustpoetry]

Washing-Machine Zombie

You told me “pick my brain”,

So I pulled it out my nose;

Here I held it but no-one wanted to know,

So I put it in my pants pocket and forgot it.

'Til I took my pants out the wash-and-dryer

And found pockets empty as my head

And my prefrontal cortex cut into pieces

Clogging up the lint-catcher instead.

Sorry I didn’t text you back.

It’s not that I don’t like you,

It’s just that my brains are now staining my shirts.

My captain’s log waterlogged.

Sorry the place is messy.

See, my skull’s now see-through and plastic,

Detached from my body,

And I’m still picking my brain out of there.

[som3on3outth3r3]

9/8/24: grand exit

(another great prompt from @nosebleedclub <3)

and, when that day does come,

when all of the energy

and organisms and light

that have shared in the experience of creation

that is my Life part ways,

i want to mold with the earth

in all of her magnificent mass

and layers of time,

cradling her beloved beings,

hurling through this endless expanse

for the sake of existence.

i want to sleep from seed

into sapling, stretch

as far as my fibers can reach

into twig, into trunk, into

bright, wide open sky.

i want to float through the atmosphere

on clouds and wind,

meet with the almighty heat

of our sun’s flares,

somersault with new stars

as their celestial lights

are just coming to.

i want not only to feel death

as the grand exit that it is,

but as the doorway back

into an infinite history

that i have always shared in

and will always know.

[cosmicghoul99]

Do you ever lie awake staring at the stars, and see a life before this one? Do you look to the cosmos, and see a reminder of what you once were? Do you recall the feeling of being swirling dust in the void? Do you ever breath, and feel like the stardust that you were created from? When you look at the stars, child, do you feel like coming home?

[sainthel]

[trinalwilliams]

"ANEW: Eternal Dawn"

As stardust whispers secrets to the sky

Melting horizons, infinite sigh

I reach within, heart entwined with yours

Forever bound, through cosmic shores

With every sunrise, fog's gentle embrace

I rise with you, in each new place

Every breath, a promise to renew

Every disguise, a chance to shine anew

Creation's canvas, a fresh design

A new beginning, intertwined with the divine

Infinite cycles, eternal spin

Together we dance, soul kin

Tlw/aii

[smol-stardust]

Silence hung within the bleak room, as if waiting to drop upon me at anytime. Whispers which has foretold the inevitable journey to be embarked upon. There had been days where the wind chimes twinkled with laughter and days it hung still in longing. Today it stays still, as if feeling the loss and hanging still in mourning and memories.

Sand slipping through our fingers; it had been sweet and warm. Embracing that time and memorizing each grain of sand that we touched; each grain a moment frozen in time.

Yet a bittersweet twinge lingers within, questioning if it had been enough. Holding on to the memories and hope, the memory of the warmth lingers on my fingers. I wonder, however fleeting, if the sand of time which trickles through our fingers had painted a canvas of comfort before the wind carried it all away.

[bluebird-poetry96]

Midnight thoughts

I'm unsure I can continue...

I want to be with the Moon,

Back to Stardust and Nebula's.

Weighted body gone.

To be free.

- Raven Blue Bird