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Spicy Digits Feb 13
No screams today,
Missed calls from the void.

My organs sleep,
Still in place.

I walked dark streets
Last night,
But happy.

So today I hug
These knees,
Dislocated shoulders.

Today I love you.
At the edge of the universe,
Itched across the abyss,
The truth of creation lies,
Unseen, unspoken and unheard;

The horror of it all so glorious,
The fear of the incomprehensible,
Beyond morality and consciousness,
The truth lies, indifferent and vicious;

The pillars of creation scream eternal,
Our universe marchs to it's end,
The cosmos feels itself through me,
It knows the truth still I'll never know;

The warmth of our fading sun,
The light of our many dead stars,
The songs of the moon's affection,
Crashing on to our beaches;

That I know so dearly,

I see the horizon, dark and silent,
The infinite hunger to see beyond,
My body fails me but my mind reaches,
To see divinity, the answers to it all.
Immortality Feb 7
The drive is long,
the wind colder.

Mist hides the stars,
maybe they were never there.

The scent of rain,
softens the world,
our eyes close,
the moment feels,
gold.
I recently went on a small family trip and took the window seat, hehehe… Andddd, I just couldn’t sleep! It was cold, but
the dark sky, the few twinkling stars, the crescent moon, the cold winds, the dancing trees, and just silence…

Goddd, I will never forget it!!
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Over aeons, new galaxies bloom,
Spiralling splendours from a cosmic boom.
As time and space constantly entwine,
When the divine spans until the end of time.

Nebulae clouds form bodies anew,
From cosmic matter, in forces imbued.
As timeless planets in their orbits glide,
around a blazing star, their radiant guide.

Starlight shimmers in our sky
Crystalline flares from distant sunshine,
An ancient light on a celestial quest
Through the ever-expanding void of space.


©️Lizzie Bevis
Eve Nov 2024
I am noise, I am flame,
I am fury, unbound pain.
Rage and storm, blood and fire,
I am chaos, raw desire.

I am wonder, I am strife,
The raw, unyielding pulse of life.
I am art in its truest form,
Brilliant, fierce, a cosmos reborn.

-fir.m
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
What is forgotten
will be remembered .
What is eternal
will be found .

Flying through the aether
he felt himself
partially dissolve
into a
more fluid anatomical
structure .

Fibrous and
gelatinous ,
twisting arms of infinite
timelines ,
caress and soothe ,
delighting in the afterglow
of supernova .

When will chariots
bearing the children of
Prometheus
tear down Mahogany and
Doom ,
then sing madrigals over
their graves .

While across dimensions
and the stilling of entropy ,
pure thought streams
everlasting ,
rides majestic on crimson
waves of time .

He gazed at the sacred
bright crystals of Tomorrow .
Everything was
something else
and more than that besides .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Coursing through his veins
like rivers through
abandoned ancient cities ,
the energy of Frequency and Vibration .

How stars distribute light and time
throughout the cosmos ,
a pulsating neural
network ,
of dreams , memories and
ghosts .

From now until the end of
time and before ,
then in swift current
surrender ,
Tower , Ten of Swords and
revelation of the Dream
Portal ,
Jehovah , the Magician and
Death .
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