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@lyravenus
Happy New Year and happy last day of Yule!
Tuning into the end of time
Shiny Glaceon comm for @skyheroshaymin on twt!!❄️
Maybe we were merely two souls,
Crossing only once in space and time,
Creating echoes of sound and light,
That rip through the paper-like black
And rained down like meteor showers
Across the divided galaxies, through the split bubbles of time, forming the light I now call mine
A galaxy divided, now in quiescence, wishes to burst with iridescence,
In a tale of sonoluminescence
Puppet String Theory
The whole world is a stage for the stars and planets to play their games. I’m getting a little tired of the remakes. When light dances upon our eyes and transmits wavelengths to our brains, do we see the stars’ dreams too? Do we relive their nightmares and worst warfare?
If we do not see the strings and pull back, or simply cut them off, we may demote ourselves to be merely puppets to them.
I say it is time for something new, a goddess made of violets and sinew
Her light comes stronger than any wind’s velocity,
She speaks in hypersphericity,
Ready to take down all atrocity
My baby Calypso
The cosmos ripple through me like oceanic currents, leaving imprints of colors, symbols and numbers. A composition of mathematics.
Pure symphony. Pure physics.
More of Rigel, the high white pied ball python
Twilight of my Fear
Noctifer, Nockquilos, child of Eos,
The Nightbringer, embraces a new element
The evening star signals the fall of night,
Providing light when the sun has lost her might,
Heeding the cries of Venus, feeling the sting of sulfuric rain
Hesperus answers the call,
And fights for us all
He rises from the dreary night,
Out of the depths of Crescent lake
Five to six, a lie, a kiss
The secrets that were served, we'd never say
Skip to eight, we called it fate
To live, to let us die another day
And nine, I saw the signs
Reflected in the barrel of a gun
Ten, we're here again
Those who loved me burned up in the sun
what do you do?
when your pen runs dry and your sanity starts to die what do you do? when your thoughts turn dark and depression leaves its mark what do you do? when hope has disappeared and you face all you have feared what can you do? when your brain is wired incorrectly and you can't see through your foggy eyes sleep is unattainable and poetry is a distant memory what should i do?
~ nyx
Scales
Shadows sneaking,
Curling around canvases,
Inking into fiery flesh,
Howling and crooning
Beneath the waves
No sound, no name, no face
That's my saving grace
It's a lonely place
Like the moon, marbled in scales
She sends her different faces through the grain
To escape the Nightbringer's embrace
Hiding behind the waves
Like a little Lochness
It's a lonely place
At the bottom of this crescent lake
No sound
No name
No face
Deep in hydrothermal vents
I cannot recall the last time
I could see
Sideways and straight
Heat waves are closing in on me