Have You Ever Heard The Story Of The Glowing Planet?

Have you ever heard the story of the glowing planet?

Some thought that it was a wandering star with gigantic craters, that revealed the light at its innermost core.

Others assumed that its shell had cracked and searing lava was making its way across the surface; always flowing, always glowing.

There were scientists that hypothesised about burning gas pits or bioluminesent monsters roaming the planet’s rocky exterior.

And then there were the poets and the dreamers, who pondered that maybe, just maybe, the planet was at the middle of its own infinitesimal galaxy, drawing in tiny stars and gathering their beauty in fiery clusters.

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But only some of the bravest explorers, brazen enough to get too close, could ever ascertain the truth behind the sparkling planet.

Could see that for all the assumptions of bioluminescence it wasn’t the indwelling creatures that lightened up the vast darkness surrounding them, but that they had caught the lights;

perhaps the radiant sunlight of their solar system itself or maybe the electric currents crackling in their atmosphere.

The explorers bemoaned that these creatures might never know the beauty that their masterpiece had gifted to the universe.

But when the speckled lights reflected in the many eyes of the species passing through the void, the younglings excitedly pointing to the shapes they thought to see in them, or a lost ship was able to resume its route because of this landmark, they knew, the galaxy was richer for it.

- A love letter to Planet Earth

Empty Vessel

I’m empty.

I’ve given everything I have in me.

I don’t wait or truly ask for anything in return.

But now I have nothing left for me.

Not a drop has been added to my vessel.

And I’m alone and thirsty.

Desperate for some kind of sign that someone still cares.

I try not to ask for anything in return.

It’s not who I am.

But here I am.

Empty and alone.

If I ask now, I’m desperate.

If I’d asked then, I’ve lost my altruism.

They are content to watch me shrivel and dry up.

Their vessels are filled.

They may have some to spare, but none for me.

I’m not worthy.

I never was.

No amount of myself was ever worth one drop of return from them.

Yet I gave anyway.

I was worried they might one day thirst, they might need extra.

But they move on, filled to the brim.

Forgetting about the empty lonely vessel.

I collect dust.

Maybe even get knocked off the shelf and broken into a million pieces.

Not a piece returns a memory of me.

The one who gave her last drop,

To make him happy.

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empyrean01

5 years ago

Her

‪i could talk about the way she made me feel all day long, i had spent days and nights day-dreaming of the spontaneous adventures i longed to have with her‬

with my bare imagination, i could outline on a blank canvas the shape of her torso all the way down her hips

or the way her face lightened up when she shyly smiled

god knows how jolly my days would be with her divine presence

god knows she would be the cause of my sanity as without her, my heart turns wild and i lose my sanity unable to control my emotions and endlessly longing for love only she could give me

joy, only her eyes could give me, and freedom only she could grant me.

for her i would steal the sky a million times and over

for the joy she gives me has no price,

i would leap over mountains and cross oceans to simply listen to her speak of all her anime fantasies and all her favorite characters, to listen to her dreams and all the weird food combinations she loves.

A Siren’s Song

When I walk past the places we once stood The air hums with the exact frequency of my soul A song for ears atuned to silence How could I forget them, those words we never did quite say ? They flood my black, night-darkened eyes like white river rapids A whirlwind, a maelstrom, crushing waves and groaling winds Just pure feral strength, sweeping me off my feet Your memory hits me, violent and tidal Dragging me off shore, to the mercy of furies Thoughts that I have not appeased for a long time I fear I will drown, choke on the heartache that fills my lungs I’m not sure I can survive you twice For the deepsea sirens await Like ferocious hounds, starved of food and attention Fangs planted deep in me, things I want to ignore But I once have howled with them For years and years, I called for you everyday My shrieks, silence swallowed them all My hoarse throat strangled with salt and bitterness I couldn’t keep singing and let you become a casualty of me I was deprived, thirsty for storms and thunder But I will swallow this ache, force the tumultuous waters to settle Much like I did back then, I will walk away Let the ocean creatures plunge back to their abyss Return to my darkness

Here is a not very Christmas-themed poem written for and inspired by @heartofmuse. I used phrases from some of her wonderful poems (which every one of you should definitely check out) as well as themes that are recurrent in her works. I hope you like it e.v.e, have a wonderfully merry Christmas and a new year full of inspired musings !

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empyrean01

6 years ago

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empyrean01

3 years ago

The Second Largest Country In The World Just Decriminalized Homosexuality. The Supreme Court Of India

The second largest country in the world just decriminalized homosexuality. The Supreme Court of india struck away a colonial era ban on gay sex. “History owes an apology to LGBT persons for ostracisation and discrimination; It is difficult to right a wrong by history. But we can set the course for the future.” This is such a victory for the lgbtq+ community within India and all over the world. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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