Was it expected?
Did I lie?
Could I prevent it?
Could I try not to cry?
Was it routine?
Did you sigh?
What else could you do?
You needed to fly.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
It phases through dimensions
Each one like it,
A target,
A food source.
This ride may be your last.
Did you hug your wife?
Kiss the children?
Going up!
Never has the button been pushed
Harder, or more frantically,
Than this moment.
Bones crack together.
The Shining took inspiration,
Borrowed from true horror.
The stained door closes.
Next floor.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
The trench beckons.
I dropped an item,
Years ago,
And I want it back.
The pressure builds,
But the glass holds
And the creatures stare,
Curious, at the alien.
The trench swallows.
Darkness in the descent.
A keen eye will not help.
The picture in my mind calls.
The pressure overcomes.
My glass shield shatters.
The sea caresses,
And I've found it.
Anchored again.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
What's this? What's this?
What a contraption.
Analysis indicates the need for electricity.
A possible heating unit? Fascinating.
All that remains are these relics.
This wasteland is littered with artifacts,
Ancient and rusting.
Will I become this death?
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
He checked his watch.
1 2 3 1 2 3
Slowly ascending into madness.
1 2 3 1 2 3
How long had it been?
1 2 3 1 2 3
Those times seemed to fade.
And twirl!
Her eyes alive in passion.
The slow dip.
Grace defined, and he dropped her.
Bow.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
The universe is ever expanding.
Space doesn't end,
And it keeps going.
There is beauty in the nothingness.
Nebulas painted across what we call the sky.
Time marches, eons pass,
Plasma and dirt and ice remain.
We are a blip.
An anomaly that manifested.
But if not for us,
Who would know the terrifying awe
of the cosmos?
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
The universe is ever expanding.
Space doesn't end,
And it keeps going.
There is beauty in the nothingness.
Nebulas painted across what we call the sky.
Time marches, eons pass,
Plasma and dirt and ice remain.
We are a blip.
An anomaly that manifested.
But if not for us,
Who would know the terrifying awe
of the cosmos?
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Let's bend at your angles.
Be equilateral at your sides.
I'm an x on your y axis,
And I'm plotting your points.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
When it arrived
No man can say.
It may have been here
Since the beginning,
Waiting to be discovered.
Now it sits, studied,
Watched by the world.
Black and reflective,
With the occasional ripple
Running across the surface.
It's purpose is unclear.
For all it does,
All it has ever done,
Is float there.
Slowly spinning on its axis.
Smooth to the touch,
Not warm, not cold.
Its atomic and chemical
Structures are unidentified.
The cube is a mystery.
Sirens wail,
Klaxons flash in warning.
We watch with bated breath.
What does it mean?
A fragment lies on the floor.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
A body on a tile floor
Eventually heats the tile
Much like a body in a blanket
Heats the space.
Absorbing and producing.
Giving and taking
At once, there is balance.
Everything the same.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC