Tag Archives: stars

Dust

You and me just must share some dust from the same star and maybe our star was related to other stars, the ones that we still see reminding us where we’re from and if we’re lucky, of where we’ll return … Continue reading

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There Was A Shooting

There was a shooting  star in the sky last night and  I wished upon it and it stopped, mid flight and I knew that things would be alright      

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Words Remain Unsaid

Some nights I look up  and write poems between stars. Some nights I release  jars full of fireflies and  try to write haikus before  they burn out or fly  away. Some nights the stars shoot  across the sky but  I … Continue reading

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We Don’t Deserve A Closer Look

No, we don’t deserve a closer look at the stars we desecrate earth we’re bound to desecrate space with atom bombs orbiting,   interstellar death racing to colonize the heavens, we’re helpless we can’t even figure out earth, in terms … Continue reading

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A sky full of shooting stars

You are life itself you are air, fire, water, the earth, moon, and mars you’re a sky full of shooting stars and you’re my only wish.

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Shooting Stars

Sometimes I lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling and sometimes it’s ants marching across and sometimes it’s spiders swinging from the rafters and sometimes I walk outside and look up at the stars and sometimes there are … Continue reading

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We Are All Animals

Last night, a little lamb died in my arms. I had been feeding milk to Ram-butan, our 3 month old ram, with a syringe, because he was too weak to drink from the bottle and his mother had moved on, … Continue reading

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