Does Anyone Else Get This Really Strong Urge To Hug Their Best Friend? Like, Not Just, "Oh, I'd Like

The feminine urge to say “have you no compassion for my poor nerves” every time something goes wrong with my life

I was thinking about how poetry is all about the human experience, and that led to wondering about experiences that most people don't get to have. This all led me to wondering whether there were any poems written by astronauts, and I found this one, which I thought I'd share.

Last Day in Space

Tomorrow we light our rocket,           we burn our engines and likewise,                    burn a hole in the sky,                              And thus fall to Earth. How does one spend your last day in space?           Looking at Earth,                    a blue jewel surrounded by inky blackness,                              Pure Occipital Ecstasy. Unconstrained by your girth,           you fly with vestigial wings. The atmosphere on edge,           iridescent blue with no earthly parallel,                    Electrifying Diaphanous Beauty. Guarded by Sirens of Space,           singing saccharine songs,                    beckoning you to crash on the atmos-reef which tears you limb from limb                    and scorching what remains                             into cosmic croutons that sprinkle onto                                        the garden salad of Earth. One last feast out the window,           A looking glass of Wonderland. Offering both a portal to see your world,                    and a translucent reflection to see yourself. Contemplation;           what is your place in this world below,                    how do you change it,                              how does it change you. We are wedded to this planet,           until mass extinction we do part.                    Perhaps one planet is not enough. You study your charts,           we prepare our spaceship,                    and our minds. We make ready our descent,           into these seemingly gentle arms. The eager anticipation of hugging your wife,           your boys with grins followed by pouting faces,                    both excited to see you but not understanding why you left. Oh how does one spend your last day in Space.           What would you do?

-- Donald R. Pettit

(A NASA astronaut who has been on three space flights, with 370 days in space. I found this poem on the NASA website.)

"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

-- Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)

I heard if you make a post about blackout poetry someone will make blackout poetry of it.

come on little blackout poetry vampires come inside I invite you in

make some blackout poetry I want to see what you come up with

I’m ready for really good shit and that means hilarious ones

good shit is also just blackout poetry in general

chefs kiss

If you were coming in the fall

-- Emily Dickinson

the dowager countess violet crawley is everything I aspire to be

“You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”

–Virginia Woolf

there's something very lovely about doing homework in bed in the late afternoon on a sunday while listening to beatles records and having a pumpkin spice candle lit and the sunlight slanting golden in through the window and the wind blowing and the bright red leaves on the trees and feeling very productive and peaceful and happy

Welcome

Hello! (except it's not like, Hello!!!, it's Hello. with more happiness)

Welcome to my blog! I kind of just got tumblr on a whim because I was bored. I thought I might as well post things because why not?

As you might guess from my username, I like poetry and physics. I will probably post poems that I write and ones that I just like. I'll also try to be funny, post random thoughts, and occasionally geek out about things.

In addition to poetry and physics, my interests are science in general, books/literature, too many tv shows (with crazy fandoms) to list, musicals, space/nasa, dark academia, music (my taste is all over the place), math, hank and john green, running, etc. If you are interested in anything like this, you might consider following me! I like to think of myself as a pretty cool person. (cause I'm sure my opinion of myself will convince you) (I don't know maybe it will)

Also I like parentheses.

Anyway, I don't know how regularly I will actually post, but I will try to do it as often as I can.

Thanks for your time! Have a lovely day!

I love you:

The words I gave you

So you could tear me to pieces

Or hold onto me

I gave you my heart

So you could make it bleed

Or wrap your arms around me

I gave you my thoughts

So you could choose to destroy them

Or fill them

I gave you my life

So you could burn it

But you decided to save it

-- by me