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@floralbruisesx
your writing about stars and moons and astrology is so beautiful, and one of my favorite subjects. there are so many metaphors to be found in the sky and it seems you have found all of them. reading your poetry is like stargazing. it’s moving.
Thank you so much! This means a lot to me. I hope you can also find the beauty in the cosmos
i love your writings so much! how do you come up with your ideas?
Hey! Sorry for the delayed response, your commendation means a lot to me :) I definitely have no idea how I come up with what I write, I just let the words stream. Im still struggling with my writing but I hope I can hone my craft
Radio astronomy says that the color of a new born star is red. Darling, let me tell you that your eyes are a hundred shades of this color. When I look at them, I can see a thousand stars being born everytime you blink. And at the same time, according to the prophets, red is also the color of destruction. Like burning cities, your irises are painted with the tint of apocalypse. I have never seen destruction and creation displayed in the human anatomy. So darling, let me be the first scientist to name the wavelengths of your eyes, like I was the first human to discover fire.
“Red Iris” Joum L. Malonosan @inkstay
Let’s pretend that the giant sky serpent who roamed the ancient sky regurgitates the six moons it has consumed one by one ; that the first man and woman refused to devour the forbidden. That we existed before we were two boys banished from paradise, before humanity defied the gods, before mythology was passed by tongue in front of the dying embers of firelight, before creation and chaos, before sin, before I met the boy with eyes that retold the same old story of men who succumbed to the desire for tragedy; foreshadowing our fates, before I loved him. And there was nothing but light in the vastness of existence. Tonight, I will devour him in the dark; not for sin nor for defiance, but like the legend of the bakunawa: to devour the last moon in infinite cycles for millennia to come, to quench the hunger and yearning for the light that resides in him.
“Bakunawa ”
He’s the kind of boy who hoards the stars in his mouth to give you a taste of heaven,even if it scorches his tongue.
The Divine Creator Series @floralbruisesx (via floralbruisesx)
All night the trees stand silent in the dark, not touching.
Richard Siken, excerpt of The Stag and The Quiver (via klytemnestre)
light years away from us, a star is exploding, wiping out an entire galaxy. in another universe, an armada of spaceships we mistaken for a flock of stars is fleeting to find a new home. under this dome of celestial bodies -with you, all the wars and explosions above turn into tender pulses of starlight that we make stellar cartography of, creating direction from all the uncertainties. And maybe someday our love will be so great it turns into a myth, our very own constellation to honor us. two young gods with a framework made out of new born stars. stars are dying silently but here we are, me lying beside you admiring this massive massacre. the sky is a paradise on fire and we’re watching it burn. cosmic dust and residue sifting down on earth, filling our lungs making them ache. our corneas burning from all the light and it makes me wonder if we looked directly into God’s eyes. if the sun would burst at any moment and the light cleanses our flesh—separating soul from body, I would be happy. knowing we are a part of this graceful process of destruction. it will be a warm goodnight.
Stars are Dying Silently @floralbruisesx Joum Malonosan (via floralbruisesx)
In this dream, your mouth devoured the moon like a lunar eclipse. your words so tender, they draw the ocean to us, the tide rushes in and we float into the sea. we glow phosphorescent like satelllites, and together we close our eyes, we dont sink. in this dream, we are on a midnight parade across town, walking barefeet growing poppies in pavement cracks. the procession turns into a death march but we are not scared. we continue to walk until the light takes us, we hold hands, weightless like helium like the stars' cores melting into the skyline. I think we will be the first stars who defy death, outgrow the universe. in this dream, we lay beneath an ancient tree where fireflies make love and give birth to stars. we hold hands until we lose track of time and the roots fuse us with the soil and dirt. teenagers will have stolen kisses by our tree, carve their initials on us. When the lumberjacks cut it down, they will see the tree rings shaped like the both of us embracing inside the trunk, decades of good love they cant count the circles. in this dream, all I can remember is a lavender you tucked behind my ear and a kiss that tastes like a summer garden. you told me I was so beatiful you would bury me in the meadow. in this dream, I wish I didnt wake up.
- Slumber and Another Lifetime to Live by Joum Malonosan @floralbruisesx
Darling let’s hibernate for a thousand years until the universe is a little less cruel to us. Maybe it will stop expanding, give us a little time
(via floralbruisesx)
I will wallpaper my bedroom with every map that leads to you, because everytime I close my eyes, I have lived a thousand lifetimes searching for you.
excerpt from “the great migration” by Jom Malonosan (via floralbruisesx)
Succulents🍃
the genesis of our universe
PLEASE HELP
I never thought I’d make a post like this, but here I am.
My friend Kelly is 16 and has 2 years to live.
Kelly is an inspiring, artistic, clever and beautiful girl.
She has been diagnosed with Desmoplastic small round cell tumor (DSRCT) in October 2015. It’s a rare, aggressive cancer that usually begins in the abdomen. It’s so rare that only 20 adolescents in USA are diagnosed with it a year.
Our friend Kelly has been through 9 rounds of chemotherapy but the tumors are close to her liver. The operation is not possible in UK.
THERE IS HOPE.
There is hope in The University College Hospital @ London, The MSK @ New York and possibly Christies @ Manchester.
The surgery in USA is not covered by insurance and so we have to found it. We need you to help. We need £1million for this to happen. We have 80 days. We need help.
Please share or donate at: https://crowdfunding.justgiving.com/kelly-turner
there’s a news article about her! (there are a few) http://www.kentonline.co.uk/dover/news/teen-with-rare-tumour-fundraising-96895/
http://www.dover-express.co.uk/dover-parents-bid-raise-1million-save-life/story-29356324-detail/story.html
kelly in her prom dress, she looked absolutely amazing
you know i try to keep this blog on-topic, but signal boost! this article was from june 2016 so this is still ongoing. please support if you can and reblog if you can’t!
Felt the need to signal boost this again. According to this update, the hospital has taken scans and confirmed that they can and will do the surgery, but the family is only at about 10% of their goal. Please give if you can, and share Kelly’s story if you can’t. I can’t imagine what it feels like to know something could save your life but also knowing that you can’t afford it. No one deserves to go through suffering like this. Let’s do what we can to see that Kelly won’t have to, either.
Guys, a reblog can make the difference.
GUYS PLEASE HELP KELLY! DONATE IF YOU CAN! ‼️‼️❗️❗️
When you touched me, it was a baptism of fire. I made a funeral pyre out of the decomposing stars inside of me. A faithful death march into the sun.
-“the sun as a lover” by Jom Malonosan (via floralbruisesx)
He’s the kind of boy who hoards the stars in his mouth to give you a taste of heaven,even if it scorches his tongue.
The Divine Creator Series @floralbruisesx (via floralbruisesx)
Be soft, even if your bones are hard. Biology fused them with enough calcium and strength for you to learn how to stand with kindness even if the world’s weight is breaking your spine.
-The Chemistry of Kindness and Calcium @floralbruisesx (via floralbruisesx)
