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Paxton Potter Oct 2014
I’ve heard it said
That we’re all made from star dust
The remains of stars
Long since dead
While poetic,
There are some roots in science

Hydrogen and Iron
Elements formed within the core of a star
Or During a Supernova
Make up our earth
And can be found within us
(Our blood has a good amount of iron In it,
After all)


We breath in air
That has been around since the dawn of time
In and out
Shakespeare breathed out air that was recycled

I like to believe
I may be breathing in the same particles
Once touched by Shakespeare or Monet
Einstein or Pythagoras
Great minds, great people

Nikola Tesla left his mark not only in inventions
But by touching the land
Though,
Perhaps I’d rather not connect myself with him

Afterall,
He did love a pigeon
like he literally once said he loved one of them the way a man loves a woman.
Thats a bit weird.
**Edit** Changed the title to the correct plural of Nebula
Paxton Potter Oct 2014
Within a room somewhere
Sits Pandora
Holding the box that
She opened long ago
When her heart was curious and naive

Now her heart is heavy
And tears fill her eyes
Hope is weak
Hope is shriveling
If only she hadn’t
Set loose the monsters

She wishes people
Saw hope
The way she does
Leaking out slowly
Filling the air
Pulsating, Shaking
Glowing

Maybe if they understood
They would hold on
Just a little longer
For their monsters
To die

Because in the end
The hero always wins
You just need to be there
To See it

— The End —