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Solaces May 21
Into the expanse of thoughts of you.
Endless moments of smiles and virtues.
Constellations inside of your eyes.
Moments of forever written in the sky.
Riri May 19
Beneath the boughs where twilight spills its gold,
The whispering winds through blooming meadows glide.
A river sings where silent secrets fold,
And daisies nod with grace the hills can't hide.

The sky, a canvas brushed in fading flame,
Reflects in pools where dragonflies alight.
The lark ascends and calls the sun by name,
While shadows dance beneath the birch’s light.

In Nature’s hush, the soul is softly stirred—
A truth more pure than ever man has heard.
Piyush May 14
The beauty of sky
Lives within a lie.
The beauty of love
Is touched with gloves.
The beauty of truth
Isn’t found in fruit.
The beauty of goodbye
Is wrapped in a lie.
The beauty of lie,
Sleeps inside a die.
Debbie May 14
The May sky
held a long awaited
invitation to dream.
My mental steam
had finally reached
the atmosphere.
Behold,
a choir of squawk
was released.
Extraordinary,
was the wedge of geese.
Impressive
in their shifting
chevron flight.
A few rebels
fly off
to seek the naked night.
Just a moment in my day.
Gabbro May 14
I tend to keep my head down, eyes low
on the days you're not around.
Because why
would I look up, turning my head
to search for paradise in empty sky
When I know, Heaven is you.
Astronomers and cloud gazers, can't see the beauty I’ve found,
The worlds I know,
or stars we’ve born, talking in our bed.
Making constellations new,
we etch love against the universe, together.
For T
January May 10
Dear sky,
I love the color you're wearing today. It makes me feel light-headed. How is it that every shade you wear adorns you and makes me fall in love?
Yesterday it was a very soft blue and now its more purple and I know I'm limited in the names of shades but
I hope someday you'll teach me what you call each shade between purple and blue and tell me what each one means.
I'll continue to admire you from here, i hope you look at me sometime and know how i love all of you
Love,
January
Nehal May 7
I lay down on the ground, ya habibi,
I search for the stars in the sky.
The light symbolizes dark, ya habibi,
I find no stars in the sky.
Not every light's a light, ya habibi,
Not all that shines will ever apply.
Cadmus May 4
You and I, if only we could fly,
On sparrow wings, just you and I.
The sun would carry us through golden air,
And spin us silk from light and prayer.

To lands where no one’s ever gone,
Beyond the echo, past the dawn.
Behind the last voice of the last goodbye,
No one behind us, only sky.

You and I, if only we could fly,
Be stolen quietly, passing by
Like a drifting leaf on a breeze so wide,
Together we float, side by side.

A strand of sky in a world so blue,
The wind would rock us, me and you.
No place to land, no need to steer
Just us as one, and nowhere near.

You and I, if only we could fly,
On sparrow wings, no need to try.
The world dissolves, becomes the air
And we’re not here, and we don’t care.
No wings were harmed in this daydream. Only a heart light as a feather, heavy with want wondering what flight might feel like when it’s shared.
Piyush Apr 22
We gave away our wings to fly,
We chose our hands to reach the sky,
And now we are floating way up high,
But the fall is real this time.

Why is it easy to fly in the sky?
Why is it not a crime to die?
The heart is beating so fast up high,
But he just wants to die.

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his own sacrifice.
Why is it easy to die?
Why is it hard to find the sky?

He’s ready to throw away his life,
Just to reach the sky,
A sky without a night,
A killer without a knife.

The world around him isn’t bright,
Yet he tried to make it right.
Why must the side character always die?
Why does no one see his fight?

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his sacrifice.
He gave up his wings to fly—
Now…

The blood is all over him now,
His hands have finally fallen down,
The world begins to fade somehow,
An end that no one wants.
dee Apr 19
By the time earth is finished making it’s.   rounds
on all sides of the sun
my brain has already calculated twice a billion ways to stretch myself thin between
the moon and the stars.
I’ll settle for the ambivalence that links
my emotions and the atmosphere;
to submit to the gravity of what the world
could be.
All while knowing who I should be,
I float higher and higher in the opposite direction .
So the empyrean can cradle my chaos,
quietly without judgement.
The only reason I live is for the credible fact
we will all return back into stardust
and be spread out equally between all corners of the sky.
the good ones go if you wait too long.
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