What is stardust? It makes me think of fairies. It makes me feel like I’m in a field, at night surrounded by fairies. We are looking at the night sky, at all the starts and just for one moment, I forget I’m not happy. Maybe all I should do is fill my life with more moments like this, that way I can forget I’m not happy more often.
The music pound in my ears as I lay on the old couch in the middle of the room. Lights flashed before my eyes like stardust, giving the room magical glow.
Eventually Evan came to understand that when Amelia referred to stardust she was sardonically referring to the detritus left by drunk B-listers at the Festival after events, and that’s what he’d spend the next 3 weeks mopping up.
She was quickly running out of breathe. Each intake of air felt like a serrated knife carving into her small, exhausted, longing throat. She hasn’t eaten in days, and it was getting difficult to live on a belly full of pond water and the array of roots and flowers she gathered prior to The Hunt. She felt her body failing. Her green eyes bulged from the cavities, giving the impression of a praying mantis. Her alabaster skin stretched across her skin in a most grotesque nature, filthy from her springing and sticky from her sweat. All things considered, she knew she must continue moving. Running. Stagnation meant death, and she knew too well. She had one remaining vial of stardust that must be carefully rationed if she wanted to see her family again.
When we reached up we grasped the stars, They glimmered and shined, why cant i make them mine? Thats what we wanted, to make them ours, so we crushed them, because they were to much for us to handle when they were themselves, we had to change them, tell them what they were, the stars that we crushed, all the star dust.
i am lost with out you stroking my hair when i wake up
your hands so far away
i dont even know you any more
The way you shake at the thought of breaking my trust
stealing money from.my favorite book of poems thinking
you could replace it before i noticed
what a fool you have made me out to be
You are a different kind of selfish
you just want to destroy yourself
And apparently take me with you
i dont want to touch you anyore
The stardust fell from the sky like snow, on a cold winter’s night. But in a funny way it brought warmth when it touched my skin. I rolled up my sleeves and asked for more. But it wasn’t long before it waned, and I crawled on alone, into more loneliness. Fleeting.
Edit: Sing, O Humanity, the Epic of Earth! The song that Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the all the giants would sing if they had souls! Begin with homage for the Dust! The dust! The dust of all dust! The mystery of all mysteries! The mysterium tremendium of desacralized modernity! The dust that sings, the dust that dances, that laughs, that crys. The dust that loves! The dust, the ash from the greatest furnaces of the heavens, the ancient stars that exploded outward and onward into distances and depths no mind can contempt without recoiling from itself, that was carried through the cosmic winds for billions of years, eventually forming itself into planets, into oceans, into land, into life, into you, everything you will ever know and touch and love. The magic of this dust is far more powerful than any power any wizard or oracle could ever attain, that can ever be thought-up in imagination, for the mind that conjures up such magnificence is only stirring this dust. It truly is incredible! Unbelievable! Beyond all rational explanation. No science can assail the mystery of this dust. All its questioning and all the answers it receives only leads to a deeper and deeper, stranger and stranger universe. Dear reader, dear precious stardust, never discount your thoughts, your consciousness, your awareness, or the awareness, consciousness, and thoughts of another human being momentarliy existing between two eternites. marvel before your mind. Our minds are the deepest mystery of the known universe. Our minds, our brains are the universe, a region of the universe, a structure of the universe. Humble yourself. Listen to all and listen reverently. The dust is everywhere, the scene of the miracle is here among us.
Du stehst am Fleck-
du hast angst loszulassen.
Niemand kann fliegen.
Alle Logik kettet dich fest,
alle die Bedenken lassen dich nicht ziehen.
Gäbe es doch nur etwas Feenstaub,
dann könnte alles gehen.
Sing, O Humanity, the Epic of Earth! The song that Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the all the giants would sing if they had souls! Begin with homage for the Dust! The dust! The dust of all dust! The mystery of all mysteries! The mysterium tremendium of desacralized modernity! The dust that sings, the dust that dances, that laughs, that crys. The dust that loves! The dust, the ash from the greatest furnaces of the heavens, the ancient stars that exploded outward and onward into distances and depths no mind can contempt without recoiling from itself, that was carried through the cosmic winds for billions of years, eventually forming itself into planets, into oceans, into land, into life, into you, everything you will ever know and touch and love. The magic of this dust is far more powerful than any power any wizard or oracle could ever attain, that can ever be thought-up in imagination, for the mind that conjures up such magnificence is only stirring this dust. It truly is incredible! Unbelievable! Beyond all rational explanation. No science can assail the mystery of this dust. All it’s questioning and all the answers it receives only leads to a deeper and deeper, stranger and stranger universe. Dear reader, dear precious stardust, never discount your thoughts, your consciousness, your awareness, or the awareness, consciousness, and thoughts of another human being momentarliy existing between two eternites. marvel before your mind. Our minds are the deepest mystery of the known universe. Our minds, our brains are the universe, a region of the universe, a structure of the universe. Humble yourself. Listen to all and listen reverently. The science if miracle is here all around us. The dust is everywhere.
stardust
sprinkled from your fingers
i look up
and it is wiring down around my
head
ringing it i place out
my palms
catch it
catch it
like snow flurries
it is all that i see
coming tumbling down
as you wiggle your
fingers
and
laugh
In a dream I was floating through the universe and curiously it didn’t take ages to see a lot of stars coming in different sizes. I was diving in a sea of thousand colourful galaxies where I had fun playing with comets as if they were dolphins. Suddenly a black hole appeared and I was so afraid that I had to wake up from this dream. I was so sad that I wanted to cry but what came from my eyes weren’t tears, it was stardust.
Should I look deeply inside my cells, my molecules, my atoms and find the stardust, where ancient memories of hot stars set the vibrations of my lineage and
It is what we are all made of. It is the magic in us. It is a reminder of tiny things becoming great.
It is made up of two words, one from the sky, one from the ground. And the magnificent distance in-between.
The universe created infinite possibilities for Iana. She spun and took in the starlight, swirling the stardust around her as Kumi watched from afar. As she spun, and noticed her new sister, Iana moved towards the glowing form, grabbing her hand and pulling Kumi to join her.
He believed he had originated from the stardust.And from this he believed he was the guardian to the gates of the universe.Oversaw everything,but never touched,feel,or grimace or even intervene.
Under a sky of stardust, he walked along the pavement. The streets bare and not another soul in sight. Yet, he felt that someone else was near. He didn’t feel alone. He still felt like she was walking alone next to him, and the realization that she never would again broke him.
It was 11 pm. Just the two of them, lying in the open field, looking at a sky of stardust. She’d never seen a more beautiful sky, and the stars reflected in her eyes as he gazed into them. An innocent but sweet moment neither of them would ever forget.
The stardust got under our nails, clouded our eyes, was felt at the tips of our tongues, in the dip of our sweaty collarbones, tickled behind our knees, echoed in our ears, and radiated between our toes – it was useless to pretend we weren’t coated in the stuff.
When you look up into the clear night sky and contemplate the billions of stars in space, it really is hard to fathom that we, as tiny as we are, are all a part of this vast universe. We are made from, and will one day return to stardust.
We were made of stardust, at least that’s what I’d always been told. But tonight, I didn’t feel billions of years old. I didn’t feel like I was once bright, or that I once was billions of degrees hot. I just felt small. Small, lonely, and insignificant.
If I see the phrase “We are stardust” one more time, I’m going to use my frustration to summon a meteor to crash down on every wannabe poet and astrologist’s house. We are not stardust. We are more complex than that. To call us the remnants of a massive ball of gas and light is nearly an insult. We are formulas and equations. We are chemical reactions and explosions. We are a tight, dense, compact bottle of potion that, if drunk, can brew an entire galaxy.
Stardust – what stars leave behind. What young girls make wishes on, hoping they’ll come true. Prince Charming, a pretty dress. What adults wish on – preying they’ll come true. A good future for their kids. Money. They strength to get through tomorrow. Thats the difference between the young and the old.
Stardust. at first i don’t have any idea about the word “stardust” but thanks to Mr. google. Stardust . Noun. a magical or charismatic quality or feeling. Sounds nice! I wanna feel a BURST OF STARDUST in my life someday.
Is there anything smaller than the thoughts you might have of that day it was a Tuesday and I walked past you and your backpack heaved like a sigh above my shoulder and we parted for the last time.
What is stardust? It makes me think of fairies. It makes me feel like I’m in a field, at night surrounded by fairies. We are looking at the night sky, at all the starts and just for one moment, I forget I’m not happy. Maybe all I should do is fill my life with more moments like this, that way I can forget I’m not happy more often.
glitter sparkle fun celebrations stardust makes me think of happy things and happy times.
Stardust is a word I can’t translate in my own language. I wish I could. It’s what we come from. Also, my favorite Coltrane song
That’s what we come from. Also, a coltrane song; my favorite actually.
The music pound in my ears as I lay on the old couch in the middle of the room. Lights flashed before my eyes like stardust, giving the room magical glow.
She sat on the fence post and stared up at the stars. The moon shone down onto her face, like stardust.
Eventually Evan came to understand that when Amelia referred to stardust she was sardonically referring to the detritus left by drunk B-listers at the Festival after events, and that’s what he’d spend the next 3 weeks mopping up.
She was quickly running out of breathe. Each intake of air felt like a serrated knife carving into her small, exhausted, longing throat. She hasn’t eaten in days, and it was getting difficult to live on a belly full of pond water and the array of roots and flowers she gathered prior to The Hunt. She felt her body failing. Her green eyes bulged from the cavities, giving the impression of a praying mantis. Her alabaster skin stretched across her skin in a most grotesque nature, filthy from her springing and sticky from her sweat. All things considered, she knew she must continue moving. Running. Stagnation meant death, and she knew too well. She had one remaining vial of stardust that must be carefully rationed if she wanted to see her family again.
When we reached up we grasped the stars, They glimmered and shined, why cant i make them mine? Thats what we wanted, to make them ours, so we crushed them, because they were to much for us to handle when they were themselves, we had to change them, tell them what they were, the stars that we crushed, all the star dust.
Sky full of glitters peacefull
Peter pan flew through the air using the magic pixie powder witch was actually star dust!!!!!
i am lost with out you stroking my hair when i wake up
your hands so far away
i dont even know you any more
The way you shake at the thought of breaking my trust
stealing money from.my favorite book of poems thinking
you could replace it before i noticed
what a fool you have made me out to be
You are a different kind of selfish
you just want to destroy yourself
And apparently take me with you
i dont want to touch you anyore
The stardust fell from the sky like snow, on a cold winter’s night. But in a funny way it brought warmth when it touched my skin. I rolled up my sleeves and asked for more. But it wasn’t long before it waned, and I crawled on alone, into more loneliness. Fleeting.
Edit: Sing, O Humanity, the Epic of Earth! The song that Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the all the giants would sing if they had souls! Begin with homage for the Dust! The dust! The dust of all dust! The mystery of all mysteries! The mysterium tremendium of desacralized modernity! The dust that sings, the dust that dances, that laughs, that crys. The dust that loves! The dust, the ash from the greatest furnaces of the heavens, the ancient stars that exploded outward and onward into distances and depths no mind can contempt without recoiling from itself, that was carried through the cosmic winds for billions of years, eventually forming itself into planets, into oceans, into land, into life, into you, everything you will ever know and touch and love. The magic of this dust is far more powerful than any power any wizard or oracle could ever attain, that can ever be thought-up in imagination, for the mind that conjures up such magnificence is only stirring this dust. It truly is incredible! Unbelievable! Beyond all rational explanation. No science can assail the mystery of this dust. All its questioning and all the answers it receives only leads to a deeper and deeper, stranger and stranger universe. Dear reader, dear precious stardust, never discount your thoughts, your consciousness, your awareness, or the awareness, consciousness, and thoughts of another human being momentarliy existing between two eternites. marvel before your mind. Our minds are the deepest mystery of the known universe. Our minds, our brains are the universe, a region of the universe, a structure of the universe. Humble yourself. Listen to all and listen reverently. The dust is everywhere, the scene of the miracle is here among us.
Du stehst am Fleck-
du hast angst loszulassen.
Niemand kann fliegen.
Alle Logik kettet dich fest,
alle die Bedenken lassen dich nicht ziehen.
Gäbe es doch nur etwas Feenstaub,
dann könnte alles gehen.
Sing, O Humanity, the Epic of Earth! The song that Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the all the giants would sing if they had souls! Begin with homage for the Dust! The dust! The dust of all dust! The mystery of all mysteries! The mysterium tremendium of desacralized modernity! The dust that sings, the dust that dances, that laughs, that crys. The dust that loves! The dust, the ash from the greatest furnaces of the heavens, the ancient stars that exploded outward and onward into distances and depths no mind can contempt without recoiling from itself, that was carried through the cosmic winds for billions of years, eventually forming itself into planets, into oceans, into land, into life, into you, everything you will ever know and touch and love. The magic of this dust is far more powerful than any power any wizard or oracle could ever attain, that can ever be thought-up in imagination, for the mind that conjures up such magnificence is only stirring this dust. It truly is incredible! Unbelievable! Beyond all rational explanation. No science can assail the mystery of this dust. All it’s questioning and all the answers it receives only leads to a deeper and deeper, stranger and stranger universe. Dear reader, dear precious stardust, never discount your thoughts, your consciousness, your awareness, or the awareness, consciousness, and thoughts of another human being momentarliy existing between two eternites. marvel before your mind. Our minds are the deepest mystery of the known universe. Our minds, our brains are the universe, a region of the universe, a structure of the universe. Humble yourself. Listen to all and listen reverently. The science if miracle is here all around us. The dust is everywhere.
stardust
sprinkled from your fingers
i look up
and it is wiring down around my
head
ringing it i place out
my palms
catch it
catch it
like snow flurries
it is all that i see
coming tumbling down
as you wiggle your
fingers
and
laugh
In a dream I was floating through the universe and curiously it didn’t take ages to see a lot of stars coming in different sizes. I was diving in a sea of thousand colourful galaxies where I had fun playing with comets as if they were dolphins. Suddenly a black hole appeared and I was so afraid that I had to wake up from this dream. I was so sad that I wanted to cry but what came from my eyes weren’t tears, it was stardust.
Everythin’s exploding, we’re all made of stardust. Ashes to ashes, the human race went back to it’s roots and the stars.
Should I look deeply inside my cells, my molecules, my atoms and find the stardust, where ancient memories of hot stars set the vibrations of my lineage and
It is what we are all made of. It is the magic in us. It is a reminder of tiny things becoming great.
It is made up of two words, one from the sky, one from the ground. And the magnificent distance in-between.
The universe created infinite possibilities for Iana. She spun and took in the starlight, swirling the stardust around her as Kumi watched from afar. As she spun, and noticed her new sister, Iana moved towards the glowing form, grabbing her hand and pulling Kumi to join her.
He believed he had originated from the stardust.And from this he believed he was the guardian to the gates of the universe.Oversaw everything,but never touched,feel,or grimace or even intervene.
Under a sky of stardust, he walked along the pavement. The streets bare and not another soul in sight. Yet, he felt that someone else was near. He didn’t feel alone. He still felt like she was walking alone next to him, and the realization that she never would again broke him.
It was 11 pm. Just the two of them, lying in the open field, looking at a sky of stardust. She’d never seen a more beautiful sky, and the stars reflected in her eyes as he gazed into them. An innocent but sweet moment neither of them would ever forget.
The stardust got under our nails, clouded our eyes, was felt at the tips of our tongues, in the dip of our sweaty collarbones, tickled behind our knees, echoed in our ears, and radiated between our toes – it was useless to pretend we weren’t coated in the stuff.
When you look up into the clear night sky and contemplate the billions of stars in space, it really is hard to fathom that we, as tiny as we are, are all a part of this vast universe. We are made from, and will one day return to stardust.
We were made of stardust, at least that’s what I’d always been told. But tonight, I didn’t feel billions of years old. I didn’t feel like I was once bright, or that I once was billions of degrees hot. I just felt small. Small, lonely, and insignificant.
If I see the phrase “We are stardust” one more time, I’m going to use my frustration to summon a meteor to crash down on every wannabe poet and astrologist’s house. We are not stardust. We are more complex than that. To call us the remnants of a massive ball of gas and light is nearly an insult. We are formulas and equations. We are chemical reactions and explosions. We are a tight, dense, compact bottle of potion that, if drunk, can brew an entire galaxy.
Stardust – what stars leave behind. What young girls make wishes on, hoping they’ll come true. Prince Charming, a pretty dress. What adults wish on – preying they’ll come true. A good future for their kids. Money. They strength to get through tomorrow. Thats the difference between the young and the old.
Stardust. at first i don’t have any idea about the word “stardust” but thanks to Mr. google. Stardust . Noun. a magical or charismatic quality or feeling. Sounds nice! I wanna feel a BURST OF STARDUST in my life someday.
Is there anything smaller than the thoughts you might have of that day it was a Tuesday and I walked past you and your backpack heaved like a sigh above my shoulder and we parted for the last time.