Cosmapoetica is a realm where nature, science, and space merge into poetry. From the pulse of atoms to the silence of the cosmos, each verse carries the weight of time, matter, and the universe itself. This section explores the poetry of existence—rooted in science, reaching for the stars. It has two subcategories — Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica
O my beloved human, will you moon-gaze with me? Will you stargaze with my soul? Will you talk about Rigel, about Sirius, about Capella, about Europa, about Alpha Tauri? O my beloved human, will you experience otherworldly experiences with me? Will you search with me for the alien code theory in terms of spirits? Will […]
O my beloved human, will you be a human with me Read More »
In life, there are no heroes and no villains. I dislike dramas and movies because, in stories, there is just one fixed villain or more than one villain, and there is one fixed hero or more than one hero, and they remain just villains and heroes for the rest of their lives until the writer
The illusion of heroes and villains: grey morality in human nature Read More »
I think you can be a failed star and still protect the whole solar system, still help life thrive, still maintain that balance that ultimately affects the presence of every single thing in existence. I wonder how this applies to humans who think of themselves as failures—why they do not understand that it’s okay if
It’s okay to be a failed star or a dwarf planet — cosmapoetica Read More »
They cannot hunt what they cannot see — that’s the sacredness of going unnoticed. There is a violence in being seen — not always with fists, but with eyes that demand, with hands that take, with mouths that dissect you like you’re prey. The world does not witness, it consumes. It feeds on softness, chews
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I am claustrophobic. Do you understand that? This heart is caged in this body, and this soul is buried in its darkness. Can you understand my pain? Can you hear my screams? Can you feel my suffocation? Can you know my madness? I am horribly confined. I am disgustingly limited. I am claustrophobic. Do you
Claustrophobia — suffocating inside my body Read More »
I won’t forget when my depression and loneliness were labeled as laziness and an inability to walk with people.I just can’t. I was a kid. — Sadia Hakim
Let me be angry, it’s my birthright — I was 6 Read More »
If there is nothing within you—no fire, no love, no fight, no desires, no dreams—only emptiness—then the world will fold you into itself, make you smaller.
The implosion of a hollow heart — homeostasis Read More »
Love, like Venus, doesn’t always descend into open arms. Some loves are written in the sky—too far to hold, too bright to be forgotten. Astropoetica by Sadia
Love, like Venus, doesn’t always descend into open arms Read More »
In another life, I know love by its taste, by its touch, by its warmth, by its presence, by its aroma, by its pattern.
In another life, in another world — astropoetica Read More »
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
The anglerfish that chose light over darkness — sciopoetica Read More »
