NGC 4438Late at night your promises echo just likeNGC 44381 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dopplered pluckings on hydrogen filaments,
ranging in tone from Kaus Australis to
ecliptical Aries; analogous to
the naked-eyed magnitude of your spiral
fingers holding mine with densité stellaire
in what was perhaps love’s perfect learning curve:
Following close Arcturus’ arc and moving
down on Spica, against the parallax blurred
brocade that marked your vector-strained homecomings.
One too many sydonic revelations
through a single revolution inside your
cosmic webs, your accretion hums invading
me and discarding me in tight conjunction,
piercing dark spots across a chromospheric
un-stasis that nothing but your touch can heal.
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
Losing You"You are too funny, Jesus!" Alice laughed.Losing You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jesus smiled and scooted closer to Alice. "What else do you want to talk about?"
"Well...I know this is totally weird and off topic, but I wanna talk to You about fears."
"Fears? Sure! Do you have any?"
Alice giggled. "You know, Jesus! Only You know; I may be scared of things that I don't even know exist!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, but I just want to hear you say it."
After she melted over how cute His smile was, she said, "You first. Do You have at least one fear?"
Jesus looked at her. His eyes reached deep in to her very soul and He said, "Yes."
Alice shuddered by the power in His voice.
"What are You afraid of, Jesus?" she asked gently.
His eyes never left hers and He simply replied;
Keep One Eye on the Sky - Act 2Keep One Eye on the Sky - Act 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
All winter you’d done as he’d said; you kept one eye on the sky. Christmas soon came with its lights, carols, peace and good will and went in a flurry of glimmering wrappings, boxes, tags and ribbons. New Years followed not soon after; the bustle of people drinking, making merry and brining in the new year with a bang dwindled down to next to nothing before the first snow fall of the fresh year even blew into town, but to you it felt all to quick. To you it seemed that as soon as winter came, it went with the first wave of heat stealing with its warmth most of the hope you had that you’d see HIM again.
“Does he expect me to wait until next winter to see him again?” You mumble to yourself as a rather large pile of snow fell off the roof of the cabin you stayed in this winter season. Staring at it almost like you expected the pile of melting ice flakes to give you the answer you crossed your arms and made a face at the thought of waiting for the cold of the
Because I Forget Some broken heartsBecause I Forget2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will love again,
Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,
Because you have love,
You will triumph again
Some broken hearts
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youI'm fine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not just because of the way you say it,
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.
purposei can accept that one day we shall meet again,purpose7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
perhaps a few weeks, perhaps a few years,
and i hope that you still wear that smile i gave you.
you deserve to be happy, i mean it sincerely.
for you taught my heart to beat with purpose.
just kids, falling into emotions we didn't understand.
i don't hate you for what you did. you were young.
i know you are sorry, but the time let me breathe.
it let me grow into the person i am now.
for you taught my heart to beat with purpose.
when we pass in the street, you'll stare and i'll smile.
those harsh words we said have dissolved into neutral.
acknowledging the bride that clings to your arm,
i wish you the best, for the pain made me strong.
for you taught my heart to beat with purpose.
can you remember how it used to bei.can you remember how it used to be6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when our world shattered, i wasn't
old enough to know. i knew our
mother cried at night and clutched the sheets
until her knuckles
turned white; that you shut
yourself in your bedroom and turned your
back on what was breaking;
i only knew for sure the day he
said it's only temporary, kiddo, that it
was done, a permanent fracture
in glass already strained. my world was ending,
and i could only watch.
our father didn't count as
home for the longest time. he wasn't a
replacement for the
mother we missed during the days, and he knew
it, i think.
i think it broke his heart.
that first christmas was half a tree because
there wasn't enough room
in the duplex for a full one, decorated
with bud light coasters
and tiny ornaments strung on with unfolded paper
clips. a lot of them broke when
they were flattened, and i never saw the
symbolism til my childhood was gone.
i think mother lost
herself for a while, there. i knew she
wasn't sleeping, but an eight
year old doesn't know h
One can NeverOne can never shed tears…One can Never2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it shows weakness.
One cannot reveal emotion…
For it allows flaws.
One should never love…
For it inspires treachery.
And for that one should never shed tears…
Cause if one cries, one dies.
If you come closerIf you come closer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked trees and the green grass.
You're everything to me,love.
My eyes' shine and heart's beat.
I'm addicted to your touch.
Don't leave-My tears beg.
Your fingers are locked between mine.
Tik-Tok,you're here now,holding me.
It's us against the time.
Keep One Eye on the Sky - Jack Frost x ReaderKeep One Eye on the Sky - Jack Frost x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Great, just great.” You growl as you stomp your way forward. This was the LAST thing you had in mind when you set out on your walk earlier today but here you were, and there wasn’t much you could do about it now.
It was hard to admit it to yourself but at this point there really was no other way to put it; you were lost. Lost in the forest in the middle of winter and to make matters worse, the sun was starting to set making it harder to see through the thicket before you and not to mention it was a heck of a lot colder than when you started. Determined as you were though you weren’t about to let a little darkness and cold get between you and that nice cozy bed you had waiting for you back in your room.
Ahh...You could picture it now, so vividly you could practically FEEL the softness of your (blanket colour) blanket, the squishy pillows and the warmth from the heating vents toasting the place to bake the chill out of your bones after a nice hot shower. As if to
Hand Cannon OverkillHand Cannon Overkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
What is a Monster Anyway?Does it growl like some angered creature?What is a Monster Anyway?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it have eyes like hellfire?
Do its claws and fangs drip blood?
Does it lurk at night under the full moon?
Does it dwell beneath the beds of sleeping children?
Or is it something more subtle?
Something more everyday?
Is it the snide remark that cuts?
Is it the darkness that look back at us in the mirror?
Is it the shadow on our hearts?
Is it hate?
Does it drive a gun to fire?
A Knife to stab?
A fist to curl?
Or is it even something,
That we can define?
Funny SayingsAny law enacted with more than fifty words contains at least one loopholeFunny Sayings9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Evil is live spelled backwards
God must love stupid people, he made so many of them
When all else fails, read the instuctions
"Push" is the force exerted upon the door marked "Pull"
What some people lack in intelligence, they make up in stupidity
There is a difference between an open mind and a hole in the head
The light at the end of the tunnel could turn out to be the headlight of an oncoming train
A watched pot never boils, unless you light the gas under it
If your parents don't have kids, odds are you won't either
Curiosity kills more mice than cats
Save the whales. Collect the whole set
On the other hand, you have different fingers
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm
Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory
How many of you believe in psycho kinesis?...Raise my hand
OK...so what's the speed of dark?
When everything is coming y
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
Prologue of Shattered Light“But I don't want to see a therapist! I've been seeing them since I was a little girl and it never helped anything. I mean, stuff never really changed, and I lost a lot of time after sessions because of the emotional intensity. I'll be ok.”Prologue of Shattered Light2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Kitty, we've been through this. I can't deal with all your emotional turmoil. I have work, and need alone time. I can't be your babysitter too. You need to go. Just look at your arms. I can't be around, and if I can't trust you to be alone, you'd be better off going to the psych ward.”
“I'll be good! I'll be good! I just...please don't make me see a therapist! It's pointless.”
“Whatever.” Sib turned her head and dismissed me. I closed her door and walked back to my room. Almost lovingly, I traced my old scars and the new ones. They didn't hurt anyone but me, and I was always careful. I just don't understand why people had an issue with me cutting.
It's not like I was trying to commit suicide. I learne
Bible 2.0: A Book's EvolutionBible 2.0: A Book's Evolution6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Bible 2.0
The evolution of Christian sacred texts.
From the beginning of Christianity, writing was an important part of the doctrine. This was contrary to other so named pagan religions of that time. The religions of the Romans and Greeks did not maintain a focus on written texts explaining their beliefs, nor were there many of these texts to speak of in the first place. For the early Christians, as an offshoot of Judaism, the book was the very essence of their religion. Many different types of writing were use