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Earth- it's a speck on a speck on a speck, Stunning place nonetheless, One of creator’s grace and my address. I am a Human Being, The most advanced mind-body machine, We dominate life on Earth, But, miss life’s worth. We are a slave to our physical senses, Trying to find you through scientific inferences, But I know you are out there, So, get in touch with us, through love, Break the light barrier, make us vibrate higher.
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
I know you are out there in space
One day, a man looks up to the sky. He wonders, "Am I alone?" He picks one of the stars up high. Mouth open, he shouts "Is there anyone there with a mind of their own? Perhaps without a place to call home? I too am here, with doubts of my own, I wish to know of you before I have flown, And landed deep in God's green Earth, I need the answer I have been seeking since birth." But of course, there was no reply, And as the years begin to fly by, He breaks down on his knees to cry. Until he hears a voice from the stars, "Here I am, I've heard your voice from afar."
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
The Great Void
I'm an alien up from where I came to Earth to look there From my ufo left took off the ground They left me Here Here I am
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Thats That
i crave a love that is other worldly, extraterrestrial you are the cosmos i long to explore.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
extraterrestrial
. .. ... *Extra terror rests its soul in the shoes of those alone.* ... .. .
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Extraterrestrial
I can feel your heart ache under your soft, warm skin as I glide my fingers along your gold-mended pottery fractures. Skating on the glaze you've let me peer beneath to reveal your raw materials. We used to use air and clay and water to speak, now we communicate in a wordless language, born of naked otherworldly splendor.  — and  that planet, your body, I long to explore.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Musings of an Extraterrestrial
Those little aliens in the stars Different and unusual Space-bound and a starry traveler the extra-terrestrial Where from is a mystery our future You may share my poems Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Dots to Travel Across
Ruler of water Walking on air Antisocial Alien She'll tell you to grow a pair Not of this planet She's ready to leave Bored with human nature Atmosphere hard to breath Extraterrestrial Don't touch her, she's cold Unresponsive emotions Can't fit in your mould Ruler of water Floating on air Riddled with anxiety Life just isn't fair A Queen, individual Heart racing, can't breathe She knows what she can be She just wants to leave Anxious Aquarius Lady of air Can't breath your atmosphere And you can't reach her Hemosphere
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Anxious Aquarius
Time shortens like the fractured legs of a runner accidentally propelled by the laws of physics to decelerate like frozen matter. The uncertain quantum leap from now to there has no healing properties just a void a black hole of despair swallowing up memories and joy that even my little daughter can only temporarily prevent.... She say's "I love you Daddy" and I think about my own father and the love travels like the search for extraterrestrial intelligence that goes unanswered not because there isn't any, but because we're never here long enough to receive the answer.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Uncertainty Principles
*The fire within you The purest form of what love means to me Together balancing on this razor thing line Like it was meant to be It fuels the heart to know that you are mine You tainted my purest desire Corrupting every part of my soul It’s supernatural Like a ray of light shining bright You are something else, extraterrestrial This love can only last a lifetime Facing these fearful odds I lost my chance to make you mine Tears of regret fall upon your grave The inevitable space between us Crying on the kitchen floor Don’t go away don’t go away Give me the strength to move on But deep inside of me the fire stays Telling me that my heart must go on Like ashes to the wind I know somewhere deep in the universe You will be watching over me In the end we are all stardust of time We are all extraterrestrial The fire within me was lit by you Every night in my dreams Far across and far away You will come and show me how to keep this fire on I wake up crying begging you to stay I don’t want to be alone I wish you would be here The fire almost goes out It’s the emptiness which I fear But you will be there inside my heart Wherever you are, near or far The fire will always be in my heart When I grow up old and all alone The fire you showed me Is enough for me to face the world head on*
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Extraterrestrial inside my heart
Tuesday was when the sun failed my shin bones were ripped from my legs and made it heavy to walk, feathers fell through the air and suffocated each one of us, 7 billion curious eyes looked up to the viridescent sky, then came a flash of emptiness, the sky went out and so did our minds. The world was left unable, we could only feel only taste only hear only smell. Then they came, and took everything from us they took you away from me. I felt a chilled hand gently touch my neck and reach to my ear a distant screech echoed throughout the deserted air then a numbing pain that reminded me of death spread over my skin my eyelids began to close and as they did I saw more light than when they were open I saw more things than I could envisage. A never ending white universe filled with unfamiliar faces flew around me and once my eyes focused I searched for you, every single person hung in the empty air with thin tubes filled with sapphire gel coming from their ears. All of their faces were stripped of life and their eyes sunk into their heads, but the one face I could not find was yours. I remember day after day hoping I would wake up, and eventually I did; but if only I hadn’t I would not be trapped in the silence of not hearing your laugh, not seeing you grow older and I would not be stuck in the mind of a hopeless mad man waiting for “them” to bring your bright green eyes your soft smile your small hands back to me. So I can only hope that you know I search through midnight every single day for you and I will find you in this blackened world; my son.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Taking me from the sun
Tuesday was when the sun failed my shin bones were ripped from my legs and made it heavy to walk, feathers fell through the air and suffocated each one of us, 7 billion curious eyes looked up to the viridescent sky, then came a flash of emptiness, the sky went out and so did our minds. The world was left unable, we could only feel only taste only hear only smell. Then they came, and took everything from us they took you away from me. I felt a chilled hand gently touch my neck and reach to my ear a distant screech echoed throughout the deserted air then a numbing pain that reminded me of death spread over my skin my eyelids began to close and as they did I saw more light than when they were open I saw more things than I could envisage. A never ending white universe filled with unfamiliar faces flew around me and once my eyes focused I searched for you, every single person hung in the empty air with thin tubes filled with sapphire gel coming from their ears. All of their faces were stripped of life and their eyes sunk into their heads, but the one face I could not find was yours. I remember day after day hoping I would wake up, and eventually I did; but if only I hadn’t I would not be trapped in the silence of not hearing your laugh, not seeing you grow older and I would not be stuck in the mind of a hopeless mad man waiting for “them” to bring your bright green eyes your soft smile your small hands back to me. So I can only hope that you know I search through midnight every single day for you and I will find you in this blackened world; my son.
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i. Let the quartz yellow citrine floodgate's flappeth open; Their connected to the hip's, up to mine sweet Jane's lip's Leading to heaven, thither the celestial, she's an extraterrestrial. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane nagley dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
allfydol( Extraterrestrial) welsh tongue
I want to jump off Saturn's moons Swing me then about to Venus Find my way 'round the Milky Way Back to Earth someday someway after the mysterious galaxy You may share any of my poems if you want not for money though their copyright
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Outer Spaces
fighting ourselves we never see -- that alien ship
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
We Never See
Living in your arms was the easiest of things to do 'Cause when we do the things we love we feel no weight My amour blossomed even amidst the weeds of ill-fate We were a boundless ocean with an ambiance of blue I loved the gentle chains of your soft embrace and kiss I loved how we wandered about aimless filled with bliss The aroma of the words we spoke and the promises we made Still haunt me as I talk, they are still lingering about my head No place 'll ever see the breeze in the shed behind your eyes And no other lips 'll ever paint truth on the membranous paper of lies Our lustrous flames were ever blazing as if I was truly loved So monstrous and seizeless that It seemed it'd burn forever Can't lie,I don't know what it means being forever together A risky venture I thought ('cause of the moments we shared) I deserved There was a warmth and comfort in the sunshine of your smiles I was so charmed in that I'd walk a thousand miles Your false affection took me into a different dimension,so high In space so that even while arched I couldn't touch the sky But those wings of passion were cut one altramentous afternoon And since I was off-course the sky,my heart wanders among Aliens I've been so close to healing but there isn't gravity on that moon I'm a cosmic nuclear threat, and looser is my alias Been to planet animus where It's race doesn't breathe You took with you my inter-galaxic faith map can't locate my grid I 've my doubts,lost in the milky way but I'm a little glad If you were human,explain why you harbored blue-blood You lacked the empathy to understand I wasn't superhuman To realize my weaknesses and mistakes are only because I'm human You crashed my heart to mere shards by your "tantrumous' meteor showers Walked with me through thorns disguised in flowers Met a heathen who has promised to heal my wounds and scars Time says she'll fly me down to earth on her wings, hope she does She says she can't let me return to that place,your arms of all She's promising to find me a better city, a honest soul For she's a friend to humans and shares their affection Theirs is the armour of love rather than paranormal perfection
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
THE ARMOUR OF LOVE
Living in your arms was the easiest of things to do 'Cause when we do the things we love we feel no weight My amour blossomed even amidst the weeds of ill-fate We were a boundless ocean with an ambiance of blue I loved the gentle chains of your soft embrace and kiss I loved how we wandered about aimless filled with bliss The aroma of the words we spoke and the promises we made Still haunt me as I talk, they are still lingering about my head No place 'll ever see the breeze in the shed behind your eyes And no other lips 'll ever paint truth on the membranous paper of lies Our lustrous flames were ever blazing as if I was truly loved So monstrous and seizeless that It seemed it'd burn forever Can't lie,I don't know what it means being forever together A risky venture I thought ('cause of the moments we shared) I deserved There was a warmth and comfort in the sunshine of your smiles I was so charmed in that I'd walk a thousand miles Your false affection took me into a different dimension,so high In space so that even while arched I couldn't touch the sky But those wings of passion were cut one altramentous afternoon And since I was off-course the sky,my heart wanders among Aliens I've been so close to healing but there isn't gravity on that moon I'm a cosmic nuclear threat, and looser is my alias Been to planet animus where It's race doesn't breathe You took with you my inter-galaxic faith map can't locate my grid I 've my doubts,lost in the milky way but I'm a little glad If you were human,explain why you harbored blue-blood You lacked the empathy to understand I wasn't superhuman To realize my weaknesses and mistakes are only because I'm human You crashed my heart to mere shards by your "tantrumous' meteor showers Walked with me through thorns disguised in flowers Met a heathen who has promised to heal my wounds and scars Time says she'll fly me down to earth on her wings, hope she does She says she can't let me return to that place,your arms of all She's promising to find me a better city, a honest soul For she's a friend to humans and shares their affection Theirs is the armour of love rather than paranormal perfection
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Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
The Finnish Tomb of the Tween Harlot
Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.
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