infinite…cosmic…we are part of it…stars, planets, moons, universe…endless…wondrous and awesome…some of these things are synonymous with God
Maria VanCleave
Amazes me, God created all this intricate beauty just for us. Humans with our ugly evil selfish hearts are given beauty from a merciful God.
Cayen Hoing
The stars brought on a whole new meaning to being a part of something. A big something that was more than just the little world in which I lived. It didn’t matter whether I was looking up or part of it, there was just so much more that I could do and could be. It was a galaxy waiting to be investigated.
the universe came to a close when the galaxy had a collision with another. there was not time for the screams or the laughter. it was silence from there on. what could we do? the galaxy had ended it for us all and it was the last thing anyone would remember. there was no god. there was no heaven, just a hell brought on by the fire and brimstone.
MoeYeasayer
Little did anyone know, the galaxy was merely a speck of dust on a black blanket we perceived to be the universe, on a young child’s printed bedspread. His grandmother caused the big bang by sewing it when he was born.
Alagretta
the milky way, a big place, an odd looking word now that i really think about it. both an x and a y. i should use galaxy in scrabble. but i don’t like scrabble very much. i do like words with friends however.
Melissa
milky way, limitation, far away, appreciation. Mortality, technology. Individuality, energy. Love, loyalty. Spinning terribly away from one another until the end ot ime in darkness. Forever.
Thomas
A star riddled universe that we are so fortunate to be a part of. Our galaxy of a million planets. Our milky way of life. Earth holds the wonders of a lifetime; gravity, oxygen, drinkable water.
All part of God’s great imagination.
Elizabeth
one world as afar away as possib le, there live people who are very lucky not to live in the same one we call home. some how there in the nest gaslaxy, is a better woeld run by more compassionate species than us.
Galaxies are miles and miles of empty space I could never dream of entering, experiencing, understanding… I wish more than anything that I could escape into them, away from everything here that has hurt me, torn me up, killed me slowly every day of my life.
Kim
In a galaxy far away, there lived a captain. Second best of the Enterprise. And yes, she was a woman. But not just any woman. She was the daughter of Nero, the one who didnt die.
Renee
in a far away place there is a galaxy. we don’t know what’s there. may be people, aliens, plain land, waiting to be explored and conquered. without travel, we will never know but will continue to ponder. in another galaxy may lie our future.
p
He lay in the cool grass, gazing at the heavens above him. The multitude of galaxies seemed to be smiling down on him. It was comforting to know that no matter how many loops life threw at him, some things would never change.
Jillian
in a different galaxy i would have finished school. i would not have had children until i was at least 25.
the world, and the earth, is a galaxy in itself; in fact everything we can see and touch is a galaxy within itself. we see things on such a large scale that we never take the time to realize how endless everything really is.
bernard
There was a galaxy that had alot of little martians in diapers. They wanted to find a way to not pee all over themselves so they decided to go out looking for something different and new. They traveled from planet to planet for a way to control their over active bladder but nothing seemed to work. Soon
Emily Orton
I started imagining what I would write about before a subject was given to me. The galaxy… it is large and like most large things, consisting of many parts. But in all its massive size, it is only a piece of sand in the hourglass of time slowly dying. There is more time to write, but I choose not to use it. Then time is up and I go back to edit the parts I don’t like in a fruitless effort for temporary perfection. I’d like to have a spaceship to explore this dark galaxy but I am stuck here, finishing things I never wanted to do.
blood red sunset
There in a galaxy far away, lived a small girl on a small planet. Her people were dying and she didn’t know what to do. The only thing she could do was get help. So, she borrowed her father’s space ship and flew as fast as she could. She had to hurry. Upon her arrival to the nearest planet she met a boy. He seemed nice enough so she asked for his help.
Alexis Zoumberis
Places traveled, places simply observed. Everything so big and many things so small. Everything with a question and many things without an answer. The simplest of things, the most incomprehensible of things. Blinding light and inconceivable darkness. Peace and chaos.
Arielle Skye
The galaxy, cosmos, infinity also. Full of stars, solar systems, planets, most important.
You & me.
I wish this could be, really. I consider my self as lucky, because I foun YOU in this huge cosmos. Thanks
Fer
the dark endless stars lacking sound spock is somewhere out there and so is space junk but its still beautiful. moon and planets and heavens and aliens and god i suppose. saturn always liked saturn must be the rings. such a shame they did away with pluto being a planet doesn’t really seem fair. sort of like the catholics getting rid of that car guy… you know..st something or other that .. at one moment was a st and the next he was ousted for no good reason. galaxy… wasn’t there a candybar.. or am I thinking of a milkway… oh and then there are those black holes which sound like a problem to me. unless we are somehow able to send all our weapons deep into a blackhole.. then again, not sure what the folks on the other side would think of that.. probably wouldn’t appreciate weapon trash been hurled into their world.. … ok.. thats all i have to say on galaxy.. and i thought this would stop me at some point but it hasn’t and i’m just rambling on.. about nothing .. the dark galaxy of nothing in my head…
beth
the stars that span the sky, glitter and glow. they light the way to never never land, and the air that holds them in place holds us here; so far from eternal youth.
the galaxy is the stars and the light and the way the world turns round and round and makes me feel upside down. it is one of those awesome places where we can see more than just what we are used to. we can learn to develop our minds to think bigger!
Samantha Ritchie
Meditation upon the sheer size of the galaxy is a great way to realize how utterly insignificant we all are. Vast depths of blackness, unimaginably ancient, filled with horrors we can’t imagine, vistas that we can barely hope to comprehend, and completely ignorant of our very existence. Kinda makes your bad day seem insignificant, huh?
Galaxy. Inifinity. We are simply one speck, one dot, one orb in the middle of an inifinitely spectalur world.
Anonymous
the galaxy is so big. what are we supposed to do now? it makes us feel like the smallest of animals. do other beings exist here in this galaxy? why do we have a chocolate bar named after our galaxy?
Lily
milk covered stars shaped like bars nugget nutty galaxy orbiting above or is it me who dances circles in love because the space thats dark moves mountains and oceans with twinkles sprinkles relaxing galaxy
And i just stared at the sky, deep into the galaxy and i couldn’t stop think how small i was, how scared i was and how deeply in love i was, she was my storm.
Diego Chávez Elizalde
“Sometimes, I wish we were alone in the galaxy,” he sighed.
The other paused to consider this.
“It would be easier,” the other said, “but I think I would die of boredom.” The other paused to smirk. “And you wouldn’t want that,” the other said, the same smirk affixed to his face, “Would you?”
I am not especially aware of the galaxy. My relationship with it is cursory, at best. I nod at it in passing, sometimes… Mostly though, we exist in a parallel way, each running our course. Alone.
large and amazing. impressive. vast and never-ending. created by the same Creator that created me. beautiful. dark. loud and swirling. forever.
Amber
Hello world. My name is Lily and I think you are beautiful. What is there outside that I shouldn’t experience? I mean the world is huge and wonderful, I don’t want to spend my time alone without all the people I love and will grow to love. If I could I would never sleep and spend all my time with everyone I care about. Beacuse thats what life is about, enjoying yourself.
In a galaxy far far away, life is not to far from life as we know it. People still fight, still collect massive debts, and there is still war. For being an infinite amount of space, the reality pales in comparison to the potential.
I look up at the stars, space, our galaxy. I wonder what insignificant problem I am dealing with really, sincerely matters. Because the truth is, it doesn’t.
There’s a vast number of planets out there, revolving around their stars, supporting their own version of life. She belongs to one small little planet, in the end of one completely ordinary galaxy.
Rachel
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teresa and teem
the stars and the moon all together in one place never defined by a certain area in this crazy huge unending life, and also the milky way galaxy that started everything, but did it?
claud
It’s so strange to think that everyone, everything, every thought, every action, every breath, every blink, and every life or death, is all just part of one big galaxy. Why do we care about things that cause harm when our impact on the universe is just a blink?
infinite…cosmic…we are part of it…stars, planets, moons, universe…endless…wondrous and awesome…some of these things are synonymous with God
Amazes me, God created all this intricate beauty just for us. Humans with our ugly evil selfish hearts are given beauty from a merciful God.
The stars brought on a whole new meaning to being a part of something. A big something that was more than just the little world in which I lived. It didn’t matter whether I was looking up or part of it, there was just so much more that I could do and could be. It was a galaxy waiting to be investigated.
the universe came to a close when the galaxy had a collision with another. there was not time for the screams or the laughter. it was silence from there on. what could we do? the galaxy had ended it for us all and it was the last thing anyone would remember. there was no god. there was no heaven, just a hell brought on by the fire and brimstone.
Little did anyone know, the galaxy was merely a speck of dust on a black blanket we perceived to be the universe, on a young child’s printed bedspread. His grandmother caused the big bang by sewing it when he was born.
the milky way, a big place, an odd looking word now that i really think about it. both an x and a y. i should use galaxy in scrabble. but i don’t like scrabble very much. i do like words with friends however.
milky way, limitation, far away, appreciation. Mortality, technology. Individuality, energy. Love, loyalty. Spinning terribly away from one another until the end ot ime in darkness. Forever.
A star riddled universe that we are so fortunate to be a part of. Our galaxy of a million planets. Our milky way of life. Earth holds the wonders of a lifetime; gravity, oxygen, drinkable water.
All part of God’s great imagination.
one world as afar away as possib le, there live people who are very lucky not to live in the same one we call home. some how there in the nest gaslaxy, is a better woeld run by more compassionate species than us.
Galaxies are miles and miles of empty space I could never dream of entering, experiencing, understanding… I wish more than anything that I could escape into them, away from everything here that has hurt me, torn me up, killed me slowly every day of my life.
In a galaxy far away, there lived a captain. Second best of the Enterprise. And yes, she was a woman. But not just any woman. She was the daughter of Nero, the one who didnt die.
in a far away place there is a galaxy. we don’t know what’s there. may be people, aliens, plain land, waiting to be explored and conquered. without travel, we will never know but will continue to ponder. in another galaxy may lie our future.
He lay in the cool grass, gazing at the heavens above him. The multitude of galaxies seemed to be smiling down on him. It was comforting to know that no matter how many loops life threw at him, some things would never change.
in a different galaxy i would have finished school. i would not have had children until i was at least 25.
the world, and the earth, is a galaxy in itself; in fact everything we can see and touch is a galaxy within itself. we see things on such a large scale that we never take the time to realize how endless everything really is.
There was a galaxy that had alot of little martians in diapers. They wanted to find a way to not pee all over themselves so they decided to go out looking for something different and new. They traveled from planet to planet for a way to control their over active bladder but nothing seemed to work. Soon
I started imagining what I would write about before a subject was given to me. The galaxy… it is large and like most large things, consisting of many parts. But in all its massive size, it is only a piece of sand in the hourglass of time slowly dying. There is more time to write, but I choose not to use it. Then time is up and I go back to edit the parts I don’t like in a fruitless effort for temporary perfection. I’d like to have a spaceship to explore this dark galaxy but I am stuck here, finishing things I never wanted to do.
There in a galaxy far away, lived a small girl on a small planet. Her people were dying and she didn’t know what to do. The only thing she could do was get help. So, she borrowed her father’s space ship and flew as fast as she could. She had to hurry. Upon her arrival to the nearest planet she met a boy. He seemed nice enough so she asked for his help.
Places traveled, places simply observed. Everything so big and many things so small. Everything with a question and many things without an answer. The simplest of things, the most incomprehensible of things. Blinding light and inconceivable darkness. Peace and chaos.
The galaxy, cosmos, infinity also. Full of stars, solar systems, planets, most important.
You & me.
I wish this could be, really. I consider my self as lucky, because I foun YOU in this huge cosmos. Thanks
the dark endless stars lacking sound spock is somewhere out there and so is space junk but its still beautiful. moon and planets and heavens and aliens and god i suppose. saturn always liked saturn must be the rings. such a shame they did away with pluto being a planet doesn’t really seem fair. sort of like the catholics getting rid of that car guy… you know..st something or other that .. at one moment was a st and the next he was ousted for no good reason. galaxy… wasn’t there a candybar.. or am I thinking of a milkway… oh and then there are those black holes which sound like a problem to me. unless we are somehow able to send all our weapons deep into a blackhole.. then again, not sure what the folks on the other side would think of that.. probably wouldn’t appreciate weapon trash been hurled into their world.. … ok.. thats all i have to say on galaxy.. and i thought this would stop me at some point but it hasn’t and i’m just rambling on.. about nothing .. the dark galaxy of nothing in my head…
the stars that span the sky, glitter and glow. they light the way to never never land, and the air that holds them in place holds us here; so far from eternal youth.
the galaxy is the stars and the light and the way the world turns round and round and makes me feel upside down. it is one of those awesome places where we can see more than just what we are used to. we can learn to develop our minds to think bigger!
Meditation upon the sheer size of the galaxy is a great way to realize how utterly insignificant we all are. Vast depths of blackness, unimaginably ancient, filled with horrors we can’t imagine, vistas that we can barely hope to comprehend, and completely ignorant of our very existence. Kinda makes your bad day seem insignificant, huh?
Galaxy. Inifinity. We are simply one speck, one dot, one orb in the middle of an inifinitely spectalur world.
the galaxy is so big. what are we supposed to do now? it makes us feel like the smallest of animals. do other beings exist here in this galaxy? why do we have a chocolate bar named after our galaxy?
milk covered stars shaped like bars nugget nutty galaxy orbiting above or is it me who dances circles in love because the space thats dark moves mountains and oceans with twinkles sprinkles relaxing galaxy
And i just stared at the sky, deep into the galaxy and i couldn’t stop think how small i was, how scared i was and how deeply in love i was, she was my storm.
“Sometimes, I wish we were alone in the galaxy,” he sighed.
The other paused to consider this.
“It would be easier,” the other said, “but I think I would die of boredom.” The other paused to smirk. “And you wouldn’t want that,” the other said, the same smirk affixed to his face, “Would you?”
I am not especially aware of the galaxy. My relationship with it is cursory, at best. I nod at it in passing, sometimes… Mostly though, we exist in a parallel way, each running our course. Alone.
large and amazing. impressive. vast and never-ending. created by the same Creator that created me. beautiful. dark. loud and swirling. forever.
Hello world. My name is Lily and I think you are beautiful. What is there outside that I shouldn’t experience? I mean the world is huge and wonderful, I don’t want to spend my time alone without all the people I love and will grow to love. If I could I would never sleep and spend all my time with everyone I care about. Beacuse thats what life is about, enjoying yourself.
To the galaxy,
I am nothing.
A spinning silver arm outstretched into an ink-black nothing. A universe of giant glowing whirling Dervishes.
In a galaxy far far away, life is not to far from life as we know it. People still fight, still collect massive debts, and there is still war. For being an infinite amount of space, the reality pales in comparison to the potential.
I look up at the stars, space, our galaxy. I wonder what insignificant problem I am dealing with really, sincerely matters. Because the truth is, it doesn’t.
There’s a vast number of planets out there, revolving around their stars, supporting their own version of life. She belongs to one small little planet, in the end of one completely ordinary galaxy.
wat wat wat wat wat wat idk wat wat wat wat wat wat wat wat
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
the stars and the moon all together in one place never defined by a certain area in this crazy huge unending life, and also the milky way galaxy that started everything, but did it?
It’s so strange to think that everyone, everything, every thought, every action, every breath, every blink, and every life or death, is all just part of one big galaxy. Why do we care about things that cause harm when our impact on the universe is just a blink?