There’s a deeper being in everyone of us. Sometimes it takes the place of the angel on our shoulder, and sometimes it’s the uncontrollable urge we feel in the deepest parts of ourselves. And sometimes, some more often than others, we dip down and dig in with our fingers and toes, and breathe it in. We let it blanket over us, we let it suffocate us. We just want more, we don’t care if it’s wrong, or right, or somewhere in between. We just want the purity of it all. We don’t want the burden or success, we just want the satisfaction. That’s how I feel when I wrap my fingers around myself and squeeze.
Gigi R.
The moon was brighter than she had ever seen it. As she lay in the grass, her glaze on the moon she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever get to go up their. She wanted it with every fiber of her being. Space. It was calling her, beckoning her.
Celestial objects, beings from above. Guide me, join me. Teach how to rise above and how to fall from the heavens. I wish only to be like you, to join you in eternal life. The darkness made bright by our very souls. Chasing demons from the sky and from the dreams of mortals below. Make me great like you.
Celestial bodies. They knew a longevity that outshone the longest-surviving archaeological finds. The sky gave Mike a comfort: no matter where he ended up, or where the Earth ended up, the stars would still be there, and they would still be beautiful, a sort of beauty that transcended subjectivity; comets would still be plummeting towards the sun and then turning forever away in hyperbolic escape. Astronomy was, to him, learning about the stuff that lasted.
His beautiful, immaculate body was something of a celestial being. His hands wove tightly between mine and his hazel eyes were smiling.
Juliet
I looked up and saw that the sky was swirling, both in reality and in my head. I couldn’t tell which was which, or which was more, which made it swirl harder, and I had to look away for a moment. The moon was an earth, and the earth was a tiny moon.
Celestial Seasonings. That was the brand of tea. On the label there were two bears. I think it was called “Sleepy Time.” It sat on the counter top between the two of us, the lid half open, the smell of mint and chamomile lightly wafting up to mingle with all the other kitchen smells. I played with my mug, there was a chip on the handle. You noticed and offered to replace the blemished one, but I was fine with it. What is life without a few imperfections, right? The kettle whistled over your shoulder, but for once in my life I was too shy to move. But to be fair, I wasn’t the one who suggested tea. My only part in this was that I had accepted the offer.
The word was almost as lovely as she was, her curvy form draped with shining cloth and her head adorned with a crown of jewels. Exquisite, delicate, lovely in her form, but the centuries had worn on her, and her eyes were filled with a bitter sadness. Her shoulders slumped in resignation and her voice was hoarse from disuse when she spoke, “I believed once too, little star.”
Joy
I looked up at the sky and understood that it was swirling, both in reality and in my head. I couldn’t tell which was which, or which was more, which made it swirl so hard I had to look away for a moment. The moon was earth, and the earth was a tiny moon
there was a star above my head and I thought to myself that it was pretty bright but not the most it could be, and then I realized that the star was me and I had the urge to cry as well as blacken myself out. Isn’t it a shame when people make you feel worthless when you could be worth so much? You were so beautiful in telling me that I had changed into something darker, when I was trying to shine.
Melissa
She looked to the heavens and the celestial skies opened, and she saw millions, upon millions of stars.
i dont know if i could say anything remotely as inspiring and beautiful as neil degrasse tyson on the subject of celestials and our connect to them. the man is a poet.
Dean could not wrap his head around the fact that Castiel was a celestial angel. What, this awkward dork in a trenchcoat? Not really. But then he notices the light that somehow shines out from Castiel and that draws Dean in.
Thea
At night, I look up at the skies and watch the lights dance above my head. They in an eternal cycel of life, ever changing and never the same as before. The background sky to the show was filled to the brim with specks of light, coming through the black fabric of the universe.
There was a celestial scale explosion, and pieces of the sky started falling down. Mountains crumbled, and the sun fizzled to a pale glow. – At least it seemed like that to Frank, when Julie said that she didn’t want to see him any more…
tonykeyesjapan
She positioned the book in a celestial position, and glared at me. “Yes?” she asked. “I’m sorry I just wanted to know what book you’re reading.” I tried to be friendly. She politely asked me to go away, and I hung my head down low, and walked off, muttering about how I can’t do anything right.
But not before I caught a glimpse of what she was reading.
being in charge of things unseen. we are surrounded and guided by such creatures of the stars, good or evil. can you imagine eating a bowl of cereal with fruity pebbles?
Michelle Laverell
The stars are above us. Watching over us like a caring father. they guide us when it is dark, they lead us to home and to safety. Explorers used these fatherly stars to discover new continents and to travel far away.
Nicole
The backdrop of space set a dark, mysterious backdrop for the planet as it turned ever so slowly on its axis. God watched as the planetary top he was playing with slowed and came to a halt, before he picked it up again.
Andrew
She was my everything. She was always there for me, a stable support I could rely on in tough times. She always seemed to have the words of wisdom I needed to pull through.
That is, until we walked along side the bridge one night. She got on top of the railing, told me that celestial beings were going to save her, and she jumped.
The stars were lit up in colors I hadn’t known it was possible for stars to be. They always looked kind of silvery-white to me before, but they were different somehow that night. Outlined in silver, but a rainbow of colors showed through – metallic sort of pinks and blues and purples. I felt myself craning my neck as I stared up into what felt like forever.
what is celestial? I have looked up the word & from what I read it relates to something in the sky? Maybe, the science of the universe. Astronomy? I like to be told by my astrology sign things I can relate to.
mariela ramirez
Celestial confusion swirled about, trying to pull me in and teach me its elusive ways. I felt drunk, yet sober; tired, yet alert. There were contradictions leaking from my presence as I stared into the sky. The celestial confusion continued to swirl above my head.
The heavens open and the sound of angels ring. God himself appears casting an overwhelming glance at mankind. Man looks at Him wondering if the thoughts inside are of approval or disdain.
Dara
I think of Kristy, and all that comes to my mind is celestial, in all manners!
The sky was spinning above her head, because she was drunk and she was pretty sure she would fall down. Below the celestial dance was a bonfire and a group of kids, and Bree was over come with the sense something bad would happen, as she plopped to the soft, spring ground.
madeline
angels is in celestial
lucy
celestial reminds me of stars and what its like to be amazing. to achieve greatness. i wonder those who have achived it describe themselves as celestial. i dont know. its beautiful, if you thnk about it. damn i type wrong. stars. northern lights are beautiful
stefanie
is it celestial?
lucy
angels are celestial. celestial is what i think of when i hear my favorite song. or go to church. even with friends and family. celestial is peaceful. celestial is what i want in life…what i need in life is to be celestial.
samantha
celestial harvest celestial moon celestial soul
jenna mazur
galaxy
stars
planets
roger
alien
vs
predator
mars
pluto
comet
dark
forever
saturn
uranus
jupiter
et
helena
you make me feel celestial, like a fucking cloud because I’m pretty sure I’m made of heavenly stuff when I’m around you.
anonymous
A being closer to heaven than mortals such as ourselves can understand. An other worldly thing with little knowledge of our ways or customs. Something not tainted by our evil, selfish, and cruel ways. An angel.
Celestial, space, eternity, god, cestial, love, openness, stars, magic. orbs, blackholes, time warp the past. Celestial, moon, clouds, colors. sunsets, summery drinks, and summer time love, bright blue sky twinkling lights. City celestial.
Emily Laizure
The grouping of stars glowed more brightly than he had ever saw. They reflected off her silver blue eyes in a way that made him forget that he was even looking at stars. He was only looking into her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that seemed to reach into his soul and take his breath away.
And see, maybe it is cheap, and grey, and maybe there is mould seeping in and maybe there’s a draft and yes- maybe it’s too small.
But there are sunsets here. And when I look out of the window I can see the rain turn gold in the light of the street lamps. I can see the pink of the sky like an infinite block of rose-tinted glass. I can see beauty in the normality and the greyness and the storm, and it is celestial.
There’s a deeper being in everyone of us. Sometimes it takes the place of the angel on our shoulder, and sometimes it’s the uncontrollable urge we feel in the deepest parts of ourselves. And sometimes, some more often than others, we dip down and dig in with our fingers and toes, and breathe it in. We let it blanket over us, we let it suffocate us. We just want more, we don’t care if it’s wrong, or right, or somewhere in between. We just want the purity of it all. We don’t want the burden or success, we just want the satisfaction. That’s how I feel when I wrap my fingers around myself and squeeze.
The moon was brighter than she had ever seen it. As she lay in the grass, her glaze on the moon she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever get to go up their. She wanted it with every fiber of her being. Space. It was calling her, beckoning her.
Celestial objects, beings from above. Guide me, join me. Teach how to rise above and how to fall from the heavens. I wish only to be like you, to join you in eternal life. The darkness made bright by our very souls. Chasing demons from the sky and from the dreams of mortals below. Make me great like you.
Celestial bodies. They knew a longevity that outshone the longest-surviving archaeological finds. The sky gave Mike a comfort: no matter where he ended up, or where the Earth ended up, the stars would still be there, and they would still be beautiful, a sort of beauty that transcended subjectivity; comets would still be plummeting towards the sun and then turning forever away in hyperbolic escape. Astronomy was, to him, learning about the stuff that lasted.
His beautiful, immaculate body was something of a celestial being. His hands wove tightly between mine and his hazel eyes were smiling.
I looked up and saw that the sky was swirling, both in reality and in my head. I couldn’t tell which was which, or which was more, which made it swirl harder, and I had to look away for a moment. The moon was an earth, and the earth was a tiny moon.
Celestial Seasonings. That was the brand of tea. On the label there were two bears. I think it was called “Sleepy Time.” It sat on the counter top between the two of us, the lid half open, the smell of mint and chamomile lightly wafting up to mingle with all the other kitchen smells. I played with my mug, there was a chip on the handle. You noticed and offered to replace the blemished one, but I was fine with it. What is life without a few imperfections, right? The kettle whistled over your shoulder, but for once in my life I was too shy to move. But to be fair, I wasn’t the one who suggested tea. My only part in this was that I had accepted the offer.
The word was almost as lovely as she was, her curvy form draped with shining cloth and her head adorned with a crown of jewels. Exquisite, delicate, lovely in her form, but the centuries had worn on her, and her eyes were filled with a bitter sadness. Her shoulders slumped in resignation and her voice was hoarse from disuse when she spoke, “I believed once too, little star.”
I looked up at the sky and understood that it was swirling, both in reality and in my head. I couldn’t tell which was which, or which was more, which made it swirl so hard I had to look away for a moment. The moon was earth, and the earth was a tiny moon
You’re a hundred million stars to my life.
there was a star above my head and I thought to myself that it was pretty bright but not the most it could be, and then I realized that the star was me and I had the urge to cry as well as blacken myself out. Isn’t it a shame when people make you feel worthless when you could be worth so much? You were so beautiful in telling me that I had changed into something darker, when I was trying to shine.
She looked to the heavens and the celestial skies opened, and she saw millions, upon millions of stars.
i dont know if i could say anything remotely as inspiring and beautiful as neil degrasse tyson on the subject of celestials and our connect to them. the man is a poet.
Dean could not wrap his head around the fact that Castiel was a celestial angel. What, this awkward dork in a trenchcoat? Not really. But then he notices the light that somehow shines out from Castiel and that draws Dean in.
At night, I look up at the skies and watch the lights dance above my head. They in an eternal cycel of life, ever changing and never the same as before. The background sky to the show was filled to the brim with specks of light, coming through the black fabric of the universe.
There was a celestial scale explosion, and pieces of the sky started falling down. Mountains crumbled, and the sun fizzled to a pale glow. – At least it seemed like that to Frank, when Julie said that she didn’t want to see him any more…
She positioned the book in a celestial position, and glared at me. “Yes?” she asked. “I’m sorry I just wanted to know what book you’re reading.” I tried to be friendly. She politely asked me to go away, and I hung my head down low, and walked off, muttering about how I can’t do anything right.
But not before I caught a glimpse of what she was reading.
being in charge of things unseen. we are surrounded and guided by such creatures of the stars, good or evil. can you imagine eating a bowl of cereal with fruity pebbles?
The stars are above us. Watching over us like a caring father. they guide us when it is dark, they lead us to home and to safety. Explorers used these fatherly stars to discover new continents and to travel far away.
The backdrop of space set a dark, mysterious backdrop for the planet as it turned ever so slowly on its axis. God watched as the planetary top he was playing with slowed and came to a halt, before he picked it up again.
She was my everything. She was always there for me, a stable support I could rely on in tough times. She always seemed to have the words of wisdom I needed to pull through.
That is, until we walked along side the bridge one night. She got on top of the railing, told me that celestial beings were going to save her, and she jumped.
The stars were lit up in colors I hadn’t known it was possible for stars to be. They always looked kind of silvery-white to me before, but they were different somehow that night. Outlined in silver, but a rainbow of colors showed through – metallic sort of pinks and blues and purples. I felt myself craning my neck as I stared up into what felt like forever.
what is celestial? I have looked up the word & from what I read it relates to something in the sky? Maybe, the science of the universe. Astronomy? I like to be told by my astrology sign things I can relate to.
Celestial confusion swirled about, trying to pull me in and teach me its elusive ways. I felt drunk, yet sober; tired, yet alert. There were contradictions leaking from my presence as I stared into the sky. The celestial confusion continued to swirl above my head.
The heavens open and the sound of angels ring. God himself appears casting an overwhelming glance at mankind. Man looks at Him wondering if the thoughts inside are of approval or disdain.
I think of Kristy, and all that comes to my mind is celestial, in all manners!
c e l e s t i a l……………………………………………………..
SIMPLE
The sky was spinning above her head, because she was drunk and she was pretty sure she would fall down. Below the celestial dance was a bonfire and a group of kids, and Bree was over come with the sense something bad would happen, as she plopped to the soft, spring ground.
angels is in celestial
celestial reminds me of stars and what its like to be amazing. to achieve greatness. i wonder those who have achived it describe themselves as celestial. i dont know. its beautiful, if you thnk about it. damn i type wrong. stars. northern lights are beautiful
is it celestial?
angels are celestial. celestial is what i think of when i hear my favorite song. or go to church. even with friends and family. celestial is peaceful. celestial is what i want in life…what i need in life is to be celestial.
celestial harvest celestial moon celestial soul
galaxy
stars
planets
roger
alien
vs
predator
mars
pluto
comet
dark
forever
saturn
uranus
jupiter
et
you make me feel celestial, like a fucking cloud because I’m pretty sure I’m made of heavenly stuff when I’m around you.
A being closer to heaven than mortals such as ourselves can understand. An other worldly thing with little knowledge of our ways or customs. Something not tainted by our evil, selfish, and cruel ways. An angel.
Celestial, space, eternity, god, cestial, love, openness, stars, magic. orbs, blackholes, time warp the past. Celestial, moon, clouds, colors. sunsets, summery drinks, and summer time love, bright blue sky twinkling lights. City celestial.
The grouping of stars glowed more brightly than he had ever saw. They reflected off her silver blue eyes in a way that made him forget that he was even looking at stars. He was only looking into her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that seemed to reach into his soul and take his breath away.
heavenly orbs and sprinkles of light floating in calm, deep darkness above. black, silver, and white.
And see, maybe it is cheap, and grey, and maybe there is mould seeping in and maybe there’s a draft and yes- maybe it’s too small.
But there are sunsets here. And when I look out of the window I can see the rain turn gold in the light of the street lamps. I can see the pink of the sky like an infinite block of rose-tinted glass. I can see beauty in the normality and the greyness and the storm, and it is celestial.