Rocks go by
they bounce, and fly

In and out
of atmosphere

Larger stones
that think us home

Crash, and burn
and die

Every day, adventure
as another whizzes past

May not know, when, or where
but blast it all to hell

You can be damn sure
we'll all know

Just what happens
It seems there is a story every day about a NEO (Near Earth Object)
Tell ya what, please advise me 2 days before the killer one eradicates the earth, so I can get so drunk, it won't matter :D~
We burn like meteors:
Hot, fast, and bright
Screaming through the atmosphere
Hearts afire, souls alight
Each trip
One small skip for heart,
One giant leap for meteorite.

But there are two inevitabilities:
Time, and with it, gravity.

We break apart
Losing light
We extinguish
Losing sight
But after it's over -
After you're gone
I'm still

Replays shooting through my mind -
I'm starting to suffocate on oxygen.

Then I desperately search
For a laugh, or a sound,
Hoping a new voyage
Soon will be found
Grasping at wind
All the way down
Just a stone in thin air
Plummeting to the ground.
10/28 Inktober prompt: Fall
No edits allowed.
Dawn Aug 2017
a roadtrip to somewhere,
just so we could watch a meteor shower.

we didn't even know exactly where to go,
only that we wanted to watch the shooting stars without the city's glow.

at first adrenaline filled our somber and tired selves;
we were all fueled with the idea of seeing something magical at twelve.

then came the rush of being lost in lonely, secluded roads.
suddenly we realized, this trip, to our parents we should've told.

whose is that car parked at the other side of the highway?
were they here even before we stopped to look at the meteors fall away?
should we flee or should we stay?
i don't want this to be our last day.

oh god please help us
we're running out of gas

and just as we are consumed with panic,
and fear of strangers in places, dark and exotic
we drive back to the city,
where the people are awake and much less creepy.

when the lamposts became brighter,
and the surroundings no longer sinister,
where the stars we so longed for became much hazier,
we simply laughed at our cowardice,
and at our overly-hightened suspiciousness.

as dull, yet terrifying the world can be,
even with rare astronomical phenomenas that are oh so sightly,
adventures are really, no less scary.
yet everything can still feel mesmerizing,
and even reassuring,
so long as you are able to find just the right company.
081217. A late night roadtrip with my friends turned into cinematic adventures. I'm glad we're all safe now.
i left the party.
everything felt better when i got some
running water underneath my feet
and felt the brisk winds kiss my rosy cheeks,
the only thing i need brushing up against me.
looking down i found
the riverbeds and arches were laced
with fleeting reflections of fireflies.
i'm missing the meteor shower tonight
sitting in the village square i come to
when i'm sick to my stomach of staring up
and not seeing a single twinkling light.
because pollution has plucked the stars
from my city's night skies.
there's a street corner over a city or two
where we could see falling stars perfectly
in the graveyard or by the nelson monument.
somewhere much more romantic.
Afiqah Apr 2017
they never once spared
a littleĀ of what it's like to be
in a shell
of their own beast-like
contumacy self
they kept us in wards and
clipped our wrists
forsaking us
to take on their nasty egoism
where all the other assassins
burst their lungs away
with the last wine that holds
little drops of the
fiery Tunguska comets

yuki motokane Dec 2016
like a meteor
that falls to the earth
she fell for him

like a meteor
and it's small pieces
that scatter when it crashes

like the broken pieces
that lay on the ground
she was lost
she was broken.
but the feeling of falling was all worth it.
Galaxy bathe in milk
waves of blue sea bouncing high
blue whale sailing

Meteor falling down
lightening flash in the clouds
small child getting scared

a dark cloud emerges
skylark opening the mouth
frog enjoying rain

Duck floats on water
sun smiles at its reflection
fisherman sail

Wind touches her cheeks
rainbow kisses purple steamy lips
vibration in dark clouds
A Haiku Poem On Nature
Darkness Aug 2016
where did she come from
a meteor, it must be
her eyes contain the madness from stars
her lips the endlessness of the dark
Aris Jan 2016
Hayaan mong saluhin kita na tila isa kang bulalakaw na babagsak pa lamang...
Hindi na kita hahayaang lumagpak pa ng tuluyan
At hindi na rin ako mahuhulog para sa iba
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