We do not know what is happening at the moment farther away in the universe: the light that we see from distant galaxies left them millions of years ago. When we look at the universe, we are seeing it as it was in the past. We look up at the stars, the beauty of lights as they go out. The sun is collapsing in on itself and emitting the only  hope we have of survival; we bask in the death of something we would die without.

We have one chance to live, yet feed off death. We all share the same sun, the same sky. We are all faced with a sense of irrelevance.

*How can we be a part of something bigger when we are smaller than ever?

Newbury
Strum chords
Very urban

Man
Hair in bun
Guitar
Strum strum


music stops
Forehead creases

I have to go now.
Says Into microphone

As you know, over the last couple of days, I've posted some about plagiarism and stolen poetry.
Plagiarism is a disgusting practice. It undermines the whole art of writing, be it novelic or poetic or any other kind of writing where the author has pieced together words that are their own. To copy and paste and present as your own is sinful and most colleges and universities (and the whole literary world) takes a dim view of it.
So, this is one simple tip, in the age of the Internet, to ensure your work is not claimed by some... wannabe!
Take a line from one of your poems, just one line (the more obscure the better) open google and go to the advanced search. Paste that line into where it says 'search for exact phrase' and review the matches. It will show exactly where on the Internet is has been posted or shared and you can check out whether you have been acknowledged or not. I've had poems shared on the WWW and have been happy to be acknowledged but have also found sone unauthorised (posted in the name of others) where I have made it known they breached copyright...
Take care of your writing my friends... it's the one true part of you :)

everything that falls must be broken
for i fell for you and now i am made of broken parts.
for i cannot fly
and our love had no wings.
so when i fell
i had nothing to hold on to
and i became
only a shadow
of the girl
you once knew.

(a.d)