We held galaxies in our hands. In that moment, we understood forever. Molding life, changing history. We were forever. Or at least we could be. Glistening street lights shining through the rain on the window. We are human, we are temporary. But I’d like to hope that someday I could live in that moment forever.
The milky way flowing through our fingers, yet we still don’t have control. Our minds and body’s lost in a universe that we created. So where we found freedom, we found a controlled state of mind. Minds that were one, minds that were still.
The world collapsed around us, and there was nothing. We were before God, but after creation. I felt the stars and galaxies exploding in my lungs. I am the universe, I am my own creator. I am one, and I am all. I am human.
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Stevie Jay
Poet | Exploring the universe through words | My poetry is meant to provoke thought and leave room for interpretation.
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Empty Hands
I often wonder, if celestial hands were to reach out to me, would I interlock my fingers with theirs? Or would I do as I always do, and mimic the souls around me? Turning a blind eye, holding the hands of logic instead. But as I empty my hands of all reason, and all logic, what is left?
By Stevie Jay11 months ago in Poets
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I am my own creator too! Awesome work! Great job