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What torture ignorance is!
When you treat ignorance as such,
Perhaps it is.
Being so ignorant,
I could see it.
For the foolishness of it
Is that it is the only route to wisdom!

In how we define it?
By how we describe it?
Of how we perceive it?

Perception birthing perspective,
Yet both products of their environment!
"Self-copulation?"

Of course, given context,
The definitions fluctuate.
So, then our perception of it
And thereby our descriptions of them,
Change or fluctuate also.

Like the rain falling.
Like ice forming.
Like water flowing.
Breann 20h
I still call you just to say
the most ordinary things—
a song I loved, a thought I had,
a funny sign on the side of the road.
Your voice still reaches me,
but through miles that stretch like oceans,
and it’s not the same as having you here.

I still go to the places we planned,
but your absence echoes louder
than any crowded room.
Even the puzzles sit unfinished,
pieces scattered like remnants
of a life that once made sense.

You were my safe place,
the steady ground beneath me,
and now I walk unsteady,
reaching for something
that isn’t there.

But soon—soon, you’ll be here.
And for a moment, I’ll breathe again,
watching your smile fill the spaces
that have ached for too long.
I’ll memorize your voice,
trace the feeling of belonging
before it slips away again.

And then, you’ll leave.
And I’ll know the weight of missing you
before it even begins.
Because this time, I understand
how deep absence cuts,
how cruel it is to taste love again
only to have it torn away.

I don’t know why life did this to me,
why I can’t just sit in your presence,
why I have to learn to live
with only shadows of what was.
But if I could freeze time,
I’d stop it the moment
you walk through that door—
before absence has the chance
to find me again.
We both had enough of the poison Springtime
So you picked me up, and you started driving.
               The street's Westbound,
                rain and wipers pound.
We can be reborn if we can just depart
                             our town.

Race away--
                  --like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
                   ...take 84 past the county line.
               Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
                                  'til we're fine.

                              Do they ever feel it?
                                --Someone does!
                          The grinding. Rewinding,
                                hit play to repeat
                                          and then
                                          get paid.

                                        The payoff?
                                      You'll stave off
                          14 lies from their dead end eyes
                                     for one fortnight.

                                        Be forthright.
                                        Am I blind?
                                   Or do I detect that
                               our headaches kind of rhyme?

Make us reborn this time; phoenix down and back upright.
Continued the drive and the world we're righting.
                                 We killed our time
                               and came back to life
Just in time to return to our twinkling
                                         town lights.

When we have our fill of the pissant Summer,
let me pick you up and we'll head out driving.
                   past the Cannery
                until Rouse turns free
our zipped up obits that we can't speak
                          cleanly.

Race away--
                  --like we'd set fire to Bon-Ton
Lose a day...
                   ...take 84 past the county line.
               Let the rain keep time on the sunroof
                                  'til we're fine.

                                Let the rain keep time
                                    on the sunroof.

                               You'll be fine...
Put it up. Deleted it cuz I thought it ******. Put it back cuz I thought "eeeh it's not THAT bad."
Alarms go we’ve got a situation
Pod 1 is dead
Pod 2 is dead
Pod 3 is…
Alarms go this is no simulation
Oxygen in red
Oxygen in red
Oxygen!

Captains log I’ve lost my whole crew
May they rest in peace
I must carry on our mission alone
A promise i’ll keep
Tell their loved ones they were brave
They died at peace in their sleep
Tell their loved ones they died in space
Please do not weep.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.

Captains log the last survivor of this ship
Going solo for the rest of this trip
I’m going to do this for my comrades
A promise I must keep
Tell their loved ones they were brave
They died at peace in their sleep
Tell their loved ones they died in space
Please do not weep.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.

Gods speed at near the speed of light
You’ll never age nor feel no pain
You’ll reign long and prosper
No chains you’re free.
Gods speed at near the speed of light
You’ll never age nor feel no pain
You’ll reign long and prosper
No chains you’re free.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.
In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face
I kind of feel out of place
I’m convinced wholly
That you’ve moved on surely
Oh what a waste.

Captains log I’m feeling blue
Space flight just passing through
The Oort Cloud, interstellar stew
Maybe I could turn back?
Captains log I’m thinking of you
It’s true I don’t know what to do
Maybe I could abandon the crew?
But that would do me no good
I just can’t escape your ghost
You haunt me the most
Whom I gonna call out here?

In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face

Time doesn’t matter
When you cant flatter
Now that thought cuts like a dagger
I hope that your safe
While I’m stuck here in space
In stasis a heart can still shatter
Space sickness *****
Space sickness ***** *****
The earth is barely a dot
And I ******* miss you a lot
So i can’t view your story
To see what you’ve had for lunch
I can’t even see that pretty face scrunch
I have to use my memory
But my battery is empty
And I always thought it was like a sponge
Maybe I should just go to sleep
Space is desolate when you get deep

In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face
I kind of feel out of place
I’m convinced wholly
That you’ve moved on surely
Oh what a waste.
Couldn’t get your taste out of my mouth
My tongue talks about you all the time now
Last night I just can’t contemplate
Just how you bounce, bounce, bounce up on me babe.

So can’t you wave me goodbye on the launchpad?
Can’t you wave me goodbye on the launchpad?

Yeah you could sell your story
Tell all interview
Do a podcast and be in the news
Sell your story
Tell all interview
So can’t you wave me goodbye?
Reach for the stars
Reach for the stars

Was it the cosmo’s that had you dizzy?
Thinking spaceman oh what a divvy
And now your phone has blown up now
Remember the night sky is different in the south.

So can’t you wave me goodbye on the launchpad?
Can’t you wave me goodbye on the launchpad?

Yeah you could sell your story
Tell all interview
Do a podcast and be in the news
Sell your story
Tell all interview
So can’t you wave me goodbye?

Our secrets safe in space
No one can hear the gossip
In the vacuum of space
Nothing called profit
Our secrets safe in space
No one can hear the gossip
The vacuum of space
Nothing called profit
Reach for the stars
Reach for the stars
Reach for the stars
Reach for the stars

Our secrets safe in space
No one can hear the gossip
In the vacuum of space
Nothing called profit
Our secrets safe in space
No one can hear the gossip
The vacuum of space
Nothing called profit
Reach for the stars
No one can hear the gossip
In the vacuum of space
Nothing called profit
Reach for the stars
I’ll etch your name in stardust babe
Reach for the stars
I’ll etch your name in stardust babe
Reach for the stars
Ain’t seen you in ages
Let’s get married in vegas
Lunar phases, lunar ******
Space **** with a built in dongle
Stars at night super fast internet
Watch your favourite movie
Fastened onto a turbojet
Pornstars in your eyes
Scarlett Skies
Supermassive slack hole explicit
I’m just giving you sound bites, apéritif
Cosmic ****** if you must
Hot to the touch I’m growing up
While you’re looking down gasping
Hands clasping, rocket launch
Houston this missile is staunch
Better turn the lights off
Things are about to get ******.

So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright

So now you’re full of rocket fuel
Engines ready isn’t ******* cool?
Deep space walking, space dazzle
Starship cougar from Newcastle
Tell me all your secrets
The ones that cause you hassle
Those stockings look nice
Northern tights
Blasting them off into unknown heights
Outside the atmosphere air is light
Unidentified arousal phenomena
Explore her Andromeda
The Milky Way sprayed on her front
I must be blunt, space passport scan
Tells star bureau I’m an OG spaceman
Space duty frees large Toblerone
Radiation sickness and no suntan
Cosmic ****** if you must
Light speed chat up lines
In stardust I’m gonna draw you signs
Baby can’t get enough of my ***
So I showed her in IMAX
Double ***** cokes with treble ******
Jelly legs.

So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo.
Breann 3d
I crave the hush of a world asleep,
Where shadows stretch and secrets keep.
To melt into the void so wide,
No ticking clocks, no tides to bide.

Beneath the moon’s cold silver eye,
I’d let the noisy moments die.
The breeze would kiss my weary skin,
And stir the stillness deep within.

A pen, a page, a heart laid bare—
Each thought a whisper in the air.
No roles to play, no masks to wear,
Just me, the night, the quiet stare.

Oh, to pause this spinning sphere,
To breathe in peace, to disappear.
Not forever—just a breath,
A stillness sweet enough to death.

How I crave that gentle cease—
A fleeting second carved from peace.
Breann 3d
I moved out with quiet hope,
thinking space would bring us peace—
a chance to find my own two feet,
without the weight of being policed.

But distance hasn’t softened hands
that still reach in to shape my days.
You ask where I am, who I’m with,
as if I’ve lost the right to stray.

I keep some things to myself now—
not out of spite, but self-defense.
You’ve made it clear what you would say,
and silence feels like common sense.

You speak in circles when I’m gone,
but never straight when I am near.
I hear the things you’d never say
from others’ mouths, not yours, but clear.

And when I try to call it out,
you shift the blame, deflect the tone—
you’re angry not at what was said,
but how the truth to me was shown.

The one I thought I could confide in
turns out to be just one more line
connecting back to what you want—
not what I need, not what is mine.

So now I walk more carefully,
building space you won’t undo.
If love means anything at all,
it means I don’t belong to you.

I’m learning how to draw a line
between your fear and my own choice.
You raised me to become my own—
so let me stand, let go, give voice.

If you keep pulling every thread,
you’ll find the fabric comes undone.
You’ll lose the chance to know me now—
not your little girl, but the woman I’ve become.
Whilst gravity
However weak
Defines

This experience remains
Bound by density
                                   By dimension

Unless everything is forgotten
Even the act of remembering
                                           To forget

Holds one
Shrouded from the ether
By five dermal layers

Each to be permeated daily
In silence between Monday
                                     And Friday

Leaving Saturdays naked

Without thought of Sunday
Or dissolving into the space
                                     That surrounds us all
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