Ethereality | Teen Ink


March 21, 2015
By SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
75 articles 16 photos 1136 comments

Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

I lean upon the railing,
Of my balcony in outer space
Just outside the suite
Where scarlet embers heat the aura
and my sister burns the socks I lent
while my brother shivers under
layers of blankets

Yet I, departed from their world
besotted by what the retina captures

There exists no horizon
For I see stars below
And I see stars above
courtesy of the absence of power, my eyes
see clearer
as street lights do not blur
the twinkling bodies glow

And in the back of my head
I know, the lights down there erasing
the horizon are homes and windows and
warm candles and
fairy lights and lamp posts and souls
and dreaming children
that the Sandman and Jack Frost
are playing around with.

The moon is full and the sky
is full too.
Though the first of white and gold embers
And the latter of jet black and navy blue and
Even streaks of royal blue
And wisps of grey around Remus’ boggart
As if twere emanating Dust.

And trees hang over the view, so caringly
– that resemble Treebeard (The Ent) but
He’s more aged (if that is possible)
as his arms and beard are speckled with snowflakes
and yet although he seems
he’d shiver and
end his slumber at any instant, I am not afraid—

And snow, I –just out of sight—
But how?
Crunching underneath my red sneakers
And spread around the air
It would be glossy in the dawn
and the blazing glare of
the sun.
Be as it may, this is beautiful,
Blue-ish white in the

The endlessness of stars leads me
to reminisce
of our airplane sojourn some months ago.
Evading a thunderous storm
Oh how above and below,
Was just the same and
How infiniteness filled me with ecstasy

Out of the trance as my feet are numb
I step back out of ethereality.

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on Apr. 13 2015 at 12:16 am
Jade.I.Am ELITE, Fishers, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
― Charles Bukowski

Hey :) Beautiful poem. The imagery is stunning.

on Apr. 3 2015 at 7:02 am
Ray--yo PLATINUM, Kathmandu, Other
43 articles 2 photos 581 comments

Favorite Quote:
God Makes No Mistakes. (Gaga?)
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." -Liesel Meminger via Markus Zusac, "The Book Thief"

Ah, such a warm poem, @SaphiraBrightscales ! I loved all the fantasy references, and the abstract imagery is equally incredible. I personally loved the second-last stanza the most (I think, it's hard to decide). By the way, brilliant job seeping in TheDress refrences!