the-storyteller
Dreamer. Poet. Artist. Impossible girl. Obsessed with Doctor Who and Skyrim. / --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- / Rose: Who are you? / The Doctor: [turns around] Do you know like we were sayin'? About the Earth revolving? [walks towards Rose] It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it 'cause everything looks like it's standin' still. [looks at Rose] I can feel it. [takes Rose's hand] The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinnin' at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're fallin' through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go... [drops Rose's hand] That's who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler.
the joke is me -
my hair,
my face,
my eyes,
my 'skills'
and everything I ever attempted to do
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
anxiety is not panic;
it is insidious -
cool slimy thoughts
slither
snakes winding through the
dusk of my senses.
worse,
it whispers doubt
to chill the faithful muscle
pounding relentless against
my breast
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
up late;
screen light on her face
as she
d e l v e s
to depths untold
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
old skin must be shed;
peeling
painful
the storm of darkness
after which there is blessed light
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
anathema
to my
darkness -
you didn't
consider
that
when i
cried
out
those
words,
they were for
you
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
we draw lines in the ever-shifting sands
'No! That is me, not you!'
'You idiot, that's ME, this is you!'
and yet the division is far too unclear
for any fool swigging his beer.
as the ever-shifting lines in the sand
tie us all to our meager plots of land,
i - for all that one-letter word is worth -
slip over the boundaries and cross't the hills
make this a test of mind,
not wills,
for in this shattered world, i find,
there is no boundary between me and thine!
only when we all understand
can we end the rivalry and war amongst man -
so gaze into another's eyes,
see the common soul you've both disguised
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
'A profound state of unease or dissatisfaction.'
I can understand that.
I ache.
My body twitches with the unseen tremors
of muscles that were never there.
And sometimes my fingers and skin
fool me -
wrinkles fade into existence
as my body is at once
too large and too small for
the galaxies burning within.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
insidious
creeping poison -
it begins slowly,
spreading filament-thin tendrils
over the surface
of
my
mind
then the tendrils turn inwards,
searching,
growing,
and I find myself trapped
as a plant,
once nourished,
cut off from the sun.
it begins slowly
as all things:
hints of apathy when plugging away
at my favorite game,
the need, the craving,
to chug a bottle of root beer in the morning
or risk crashing,
no strength to keep up a weary facade
And worse,
the creeping,
slow,
insidious
wondering -
is it even there at all?
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Thank you so much for the memories,
those moments of pleasure-pain
when I meet
someone with your name
or think in the split-second before reality sets in
that I saw you walking towards me.
Thank you for the little trinkets
that I'll pack away in moving boxes
and
marvel anew when they surface,
all the way across the continent.
Thank you, all of you, my friends
and family -
in soul, if not in blood.
You knew me and I knew you,
and it was fantastic.
We sat together rolling dice,
or showing each other songs that made us think, "I thought of you!",
or just talking,
or eating,
like the wonderful,
mad,
insane human beings we all are.
I could never have asked for anything better.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
her eyes never still -
trace smooth arcs over the scene,
observe everything
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC