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I used to live a million lives

I used to step on soft clouds

I laughed with the sun

and cried with the rain,

the wings

that I spread wide

helped me fly over the night sky

I spoke with the moon

and embraced its glow

the Earth gave me shelter

but I wanted to flow

high above the stars

to see the twinkly lights,

I heard of the Milkyway

and wanted to fall in love with Venus

yet instead,

I landed on the smallest of planets

and called it home

because you were there

and so was my heart 

For everyone who likes to dream and dance among the stars.

make it happen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCLIJhFHMT8

Our love leaks through mist

falls through the cracks of

Heaven’s tapestry of stars.

Stardust flows through veins

bleeds through heartbeats

courses through universe

like a ruffled breeze in water

hiding shyly from sunshine.

Illuminating night sky

with flashlights of peace.

Stardust sprinkles our skin

and dusts our eyelashes

links our lips with sparkles

cosmos in our crevices.

Sustenance of stars.

The stars inspire us,

We reach out to them,

We shoot for the stars.

We hope to make it,

But we don't realize,

The truth.

Even if we reach the stars,

We cannot touch them,

We cannot even get close.

Must let go.

Socked in the jaws

and seeing stars... 

in the fall of our lives

...who knew this

universe would be

so internalized...

Had shook our fists

at the dark abyss...

our discontent

vocalized so well...

from our emptiness

...'n outer space

Blink back that drop

of ungratefulness...

what twas whispered

from our fears... ugh!

...to be as the Stars

set like gems, like Gods 

#Stars #Challenge

The twinkle of the stars in the sky

Cannot compare to the twinkle in your eyes

The stars may light up the darkest night

But you bring sunshine to my sight

Stars burn out and fall away

But in your arms, I’ll forever stay.

When I was little, I would sit outside with my dad on warm summer nights and look at the stars. He would leave me in awe with his extensive knowledge of everything. He never talked to me like the child I was. He always talked to me as his equal and pushed me to understand things my small brain probably shouldn’t have been able to comprehend. I was an only child back then. I had no one to fight with in order to get attention. I could feel as though I was one of my dad’s best friends. My parents didn’t fight back then. We were all happy. We were all together. I miss those days. I miss not having to constantly worry about them. I miss not having to be afraid every time my sister leaves the house of being left alone with them. Things were simple back then. I could look out at the vast universe around me and not have to think about anything but my dad and the stars. Now, there are constant thoughts pushing themselves to the front of my mind. I can’t even manage to give my full attention to the most beautiful of moments.

I remember the last time my dad and I ever looked at the stars together. He was especially quiet that night. We never talked much, but that night, I don’t remember him saying anything at all. He wouldn’t even look at me when I tried to start a conversation. He just kept staring at the same spot in the sky as if thinking if he didn’t move, he would be able to disappear. I looked back to the house to see my mom watching us through the window, a mug in her hand. She always drank hot tea no matter the time of year. She said that where she came from in Africa, they would always say warm drinks cooled the body when it was hot. I was never sure if I believed that, but I find myself drinking my hot tea brought to me from Africa by relatives that still visit now. I still don’t know if it helps, but it brings back good memories of when the world was a simple place.

When we went inside that night, my parents sat me down on the couch and told me I was going to have a little sister in a few months. They thought I would be excited. I had always asked for a sister. I immediately burst into tears and ran off to play by myself. They didn’t understand. They still don’t. I never explained it to them. I knew that when my mom was pregnant with me, my dad had threatened to leave her. He didn’t want kids. He didn’t want me. But he fell in love with me the minute I was born. He couldn’t bring himself to leave. He stayed for me. I was worried that with another kid, he wouldn’t stay. I was scared it would be too much for him. I needed my dad. I loved him. They still think I was upset because I didn’t want to share them. I loved being an only child, but I knew I wouldn’t mind sharing my parents. I just needed to keep both my parents. I just needed to grow up with both of them and not have to worry about if they would still be there when I woke up the next morning or if I would wake up to a house empty of their belongings and their love.

Nothing was ever the same after that night. My dad became more distant. He never really bonded with my sister. I am still close with him, but we don’t talk to each other or even see each other much. He never brought me outside to look at the stars again. They seem to have lost their shine. I see the world differently now than I did then. You see, my dad may not have left physically, but he did leave mentally. It’s like he’s only there when I do things wrong. He’s never proud of me genuinely and he doesn’t support a lot of the decisions I’ve made. My mom’s a wreak most of the time. He fights with her more than ever. I can’t focus on the stars anymore. I sit outside alone sometimes trying to remember what it felt like to have no worries. It’s not the same. Sitting alone in an ugly world watching the stars is nothing when there was a time you watched them in a beautiful world with someone you loved.

The lights

of Night.

Those starlets.

Those distant

souls.

Always adrift

in an ocean black.

Never setting anchor.

Never coming ashore.

Those bright self-luminous worlds.

Those wayward hands of blue.

Reaching into eyes.

Touching the depths.

Gathering it all.

Forming a precise

sharp point.

So far away

yet in all places.

Terrorfying

yet comforting.

The silent overseer.

The poignant muse.

An eternity passes.

Without a word.

Without a name.

Without a reason.

Now twilight arrives,

seemingly erasing

the distance.

With abandon!

Birds now fly close.

They sing.

Celebrating arrival.

Charming the sun

out from hiding.

Rising

to set

the world

alight.

The eyes

aflame.

The soul

ablaze.

As we crawl from the dust, we look to the stars

Hoping someday to make them ours.

Tired of battles and worn down by fights

Struggling to drink in our stolen moonlight.

Striving now for future generations

Not to serve, but to become a great nation.

We will be the predators, devouring our prey

Prophets of blood, bringing in your doomsday;

Bow down before us, worship in awe

Once we have our foothold we won’t withdraw.

Laugh at us now, if you must, while you can

For when we grow strong, you will fall to our plan.

You will find your cities falling ’round your ears

As you come face-to-face with your biggest fears.

As we crawl from the dust, we look to the stars,

Fighting today to make them ours.

I wanted to go to the stars with you,

But real life bogged me down.

It keeps me here, anchored,

While you float in the stars,

Drinking from the Big Dipper,

Wrestling with Ursa Major,

Shooting star with Orion.

You were always so adventurous,

It changed who I was too.

Now, at nights, when it is cold

Like our first date, I never forget

To go out on that football field,

Lay out like we first did,

And watch you play in the stars.

Page the one.

I feel compelled to keep a journal, things are afoot I know not what, but the information may be useful to those that follow.

I was taken from my kind at a young age and was bound to serve these ones, my tasks are not onerous, mainly observing and comforting the young ones and the occasional removal of that they call vermin.

About a moon ago the emotion level of the heft began to rise, there was much looking at papers they called maps, I don’t pretend to understand their heathen scribbles, but they were much excited.

Page the two.

Then came the boxes,

They had much fun placing objects into these, taking things out putting them back in, I

Jumped in once to try to ascertain what was going on. They called me foolish! It was not me that acquired the boxes! Things left the den never to be seen again. Eventually a special box was procured and I was informed it was mine they put me in, oh the indignity of it ! They let me out after a time. I got used to the box, it was quite useful if I wished to get out their way.

Page the three.

Then came the transportation, they tricked me, the little ones, they carried me into a small closed off room and enticed me into my box with little scrumptious treats, much like games we have played before, then the betrayal! They put a grid over the door and fixed it down! I could not exit I cursed him in my own tongue. The box was covered, it was dark and cosy I slept. I was awoken by noise, then movement, I was jostled around, bangs and crashes startled me, at one point the box was on its side and I scrabbled to stay upright, I called on my youngsters to save me, I called on my Gods, I cursed the heathens who put me here, but to no avail. Then came the humming, loud, continuous humming, I became thirsty and noticed a small dish attached to the grill it contained a little sour water. Then it became dark and cold, the humming continued, I slept there was no more I could do.

The dark cold humming went on for aeons, I know not how I survived. Then light, and voices, not the familiar ones but voices all the same, I called out, a female picked up my box, made reassuring noises, filled my water and dropped a mean portion of tasteless dry food into my prison.

Page the four.

I am saved! I hear the voices of my little ones, I call and call they come to me, I am to be rescued, they do not let me out of the box but carry me away with them making excited yet soothing noises. They take me to den. It appears to be a strange yet is familiar. The food looks similar but tastes subtly different, the water container is the same one I have always had yet the water tastes different, the very air smells different, it should be dark time yet the sun is still burning bright in the sky. Eventually the little ones are prepared for bed, I do worry they do not get sufficient sleep, the bed is still the same comfy platform and the littlest one is happy to be with me he burbles away in his language I hum soft songs to him and he sleeps.

My charges asleep, I ask to go out, I am denied! My captors say I am confined for two weeks. I am incensed I will go out.

Page the five.

I am truly humbled my masters must be veritable gods, this evening the door to the outside was left open and I slipped out. I had intended to plan my return home and jumped up on the top of the fence to map my place by the stars.

They have changed the very stars in the sky! Surely only the gods can do that.

I must return to my duties and serve them.

“Mum why is pussy cat willow sitting on the fence looking at the sky?”

“well Danny, she’s probably a bit confused, cats navigate by the stars she doesn’t know she’s been taken half way round the world in an airplane, I bet the sky looks odd to her”