stardust bones

My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
—  Nikita Gill

People like us  
are born with stardust in our bones,  
with sunsets on our lips,  
with supernovas in our chests  
     ready to explode

People like us  
are born with glittering white slates,  
with hands clean as the first snowfall,  
with smiles bright as sunlit mornings  
     just so we can stain them red

People like us  
are born with no time on our clocks   
with no gravesite marked with our names,  
with no afterlife waiting our arrival  
     timeless, deathless, endless

—  people like us: the sinners, the fallen, the ghosts, the heroes ( j.p. )

Sunlight courses through her veins
and fires burn in her fingertips.
Golden flames dance on her tongue,
leaving the taste of warmth on her lips.

Constellations lace his skin
and stardust fills his bones.
Galaxies sparkle in his eyes,
his soul is a universe of its own.

Her smile ignites the heavens
and his heart illuminates the night sky.
Together they could take over the world,
if only they would give it a try.

I want you naked, I want to see every scar and story on your skin; I want to see your soul laid bare. I want you at 2am, drunk, clothes scattered across the floor and caution to the wind - that’s when you will take me into your labyrinth and show me your demons, one by one, all the things you’re terrified to talk about in the daylight and civilised society says you must bury deep. I want to know your darkness and your sadness, let me meet your sins and your torments; everything you fear and everything that has ever broken you. I won’t make it better, I can’t. I want to be there for you, I want to listen and hold you and tell you that I have demons too. Your sadness and your sins don’t sit alone. I want to tell you that your body is a work of art, and your soul was crafted by stardust, dinosaur bones and the ocean - things much bigger than you or me, and that makes you infinitely more beautiful and important than you think you are.

you have ichor running through your veins
and your desire to surpass Atlas
will burn you whole
because taking on the universe is a heavy weight
but one you manage to bear with a smile


and he stardust binding his bones
and his desire to become a constellation
 will consume his soul
because his heart beats a symphony that sounds like your name
one that will cause him to make the constellation an echo of you

—  loving someone with tragedy written on their skin by Abby S
Stardust

She was born from stardust
With bones that shimmered
When everything had stilled out
And blood that flew of precious metals
She was beyond tags
Of price or mortality
For she was not of this world
She walked of flowerbeds
And spoke of glitters
And if one could just see her eyes
They’d know
That her ribcage housed not just organs
But planets and constellations
And each once was dying to burst out
And that made her glow
Skin and hair all that moulded out of galaxies
And a smile that was of a trance
She was everything alien to earthly wonders
She was beauty set on stars
She was born from stardust.

Fate vs free will

Maybe it was his catholic upbringing. Maybe it was growing up in such a large family, so rarely getting to make his own choices in life. Maybe it was fighting an intergalactic war, flying giant space cats, but Lance stood staunchly on the side of free will.

Cosmic forces be damned, you had to go out and fight for what you wanted. You had to take it. Sometimes by force. God or the universe or whatever were not just going to hand you everything you ever wanted.

Lance wanted his team safe. He would fight for it. He wanted to see his family again, so he was going to fight to do that. He wanted Keith… he just didn’t know how to fight for it yet.

Keith believed in fate. He had never done anything in his small life to deserve what he had been given, but he wasn’t about to start questioning it now. Not when he had everything he hadn’t even known he wanted.

He had a family. He had adventure. He almost had Lance. He could feel that gravitational pull to him. He knew they were meant for each other, he could feel it in his bones. Some greater force had brought all of them together and given them a chance to do something important. To be something important.

Keith was not going to squander this gift… he just wasn’t sure how to accept it yet.

Lance was so good and Keith wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and pull him into a kiss. He had never been so fucking scared in his life.

He knew they would get there. He could feel the stardust in his bones yearning for the pieces in Lance.

Lance was working up the willpower to kiss Keith. He would show the universe that he could choose his own life, and that very much included Keith.

[Day 2]

There is stardust in her bones,
Constellations across her skin
While dawn settles on her cheeks
she hides a universe within

Her eyes are made of sunshine
and fallen she may be
but hurt my star and you will find
her fire would burn the sea

We are all made of the same stardust. Grind up my bones and see yourself in me. We all come from the same place, the same love. Draw blood from my veins and see it in me. I’ll let it all spill out for you, for a chance for us all to return to this place of love which gave us life.

There is so much more that binds us than separates. Those of us who See, who know Love, must share our sight and our souls. We carry a burden, but I’ll take the weight of empathy over the emptiness of apathy. And if you are next to me, sharing the heavy heart of Awareness, then we are stronger than Hate.

Kara Elizabeth

And when he tells you you’re not enough for him anymore, correct him. You’re too much for him now. You are fire, a burning, blazing flame, and he is a mere insect that can’t handle the heat anymore. If he tells you he can’t see your beauty anymore, tell him that you’re made of stardust and that your bones are from the elements, how is that not beautiful? Fire isn’t always meant to be beautiful, it’s meant to be powerful and it’s meant to leave people in awe. Silly boy, didn’t he realise he shouldn’t play with fire if he didn’t want to get burned?