"Look at the last star befor the sun rise" she said, pointing to a star in the early morning sky. "Oh yea it's pretty bright" I replied "but look it's not the last one; there is another one on the right over there do you see it sparkling?" I pointed "its not as bright as the other one but the bright one doesn't sparkle like the dim one." I can't help but feel like it wants me to see it... as if I'm important enough for a star no matter how small to want anything to do with saying hello to me.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Draco indochinensis but with a mask
It wants to be found but you won’t ask
Do you know it’s hiding behind that face?
Do you not want to spoil it’s hiding place?
But that’s only if your hidden too.
But if not, sorry to bother you…
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
here now gone later.
its ***** right?
how can we live in the now if we are watching it be pulled right out from under us like a table cloth in a magic trick.
its to fast to enjoy but at least we think its worth it.
its gonna **** when the skin rotts from the last humans skeleton while their bones fade into dirt
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
It takes two things in order to twirl a pencil between your fingers.
The pencil and enjoyment of the activity enough to make you want to do so. Take away the enjoyment, and you'll wish to drop the pencil. All that's left now is to convince yourself into letting go.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
Destined to be silenced
When I come home you'll stop this
We are all being called
Some don't notice
I love you join me we can be together
Ashes to ashes nothing to nothing
Nothing is calling my name
Because I'm "special"
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
The ocean is so beautiful tonight .
Usually i think of it as scary but tonight its ok.
I see all the reflections of stars being tainted by waves.
But I'm looking for mars.
Sadly its somewhere in the ocean lost amoung the stars.
If only I could look into the sky.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
he was lost but never knew. life existed with no clue of what to do just the same routine run around and find new things. all he knew was he liked to eat, but never knew what eating was just a good feeling of fullness when taking another life but no worry what is life besides him. he ran across the forest floor and only he could enjoy the soothing patter of his feet across the leafs. he never knew about the world no matter how much he explored he just saw it as reality. never knew who he was to others or what he was. i am me but only known as a feeling for words where not a learn-able traite. unaware of knowledge but does he mean to be unaware. what if knowledge is pain? what do we gain besides a pointlessness when we have knowledge i wish i could follow in his footsteps but i cant imagine it. id like to hear the patter of leaves under my feet and live in thoughtless serenity.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
There once was a king who stayed in a castle
He loved story tellers and listened to them often but mostly at night. sometimes before bed they kept him awake. the story tellers always kept him wondering what happened next so he never stopped listening.
If a story didnt have a happy ending he would have the story teller banished to the dungeon never to be seen again, true or not its time to believe them. he didnt allow them to tell stories of faiding species, the hardships of surviving.. Here.. and how we are all doomed eventually. He only liked stories about books written by ancient deciples, Wounds being healed, lovers meeting from past lives and infinite impossibilities. Those stories with the least evidence most easy to believe.
Some days the king corrected his story tellers “no no no its like this. I’m the king and i know how it goes” he said, “anyway you like your highness” spoke the story teller. The king realized the story made no since so he sent the story teller to the dungeon and asked for a new teller. The dungeon door opened to reveal all the lost story tellers had become ghost on there way to take the king to the dungeon. He tried to ask his gaurds to protect him but they disappeared along with all of the tellers he had in his castle, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his days in the dungeon incased in a dark void of silence
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC