Watercolour SmilesExiled dreams were watercolor smiles kept in still life
like a poem in painted form
its hope would chime and radiate its light.
the wind contained fidelity, as its bloom-would soon but blow.
The cuirass, now willing to embrace the goddesses
light, fading dreams of few
now stood amazingly lifelike
to brace of the distance
we were the painted picture
as what contained was its pigments.
Pianos would play, sonata
as to the distant grey
so matter not, i stared now facing
to brace the warmth familiar
as rose petals hit the floor
as dreams had also felt silent
now as the spring and rainfall
words we never saidi.
[ closer, closer, she's no beast, and
you won't crack between her teeth, for
lucid dreaming overflowing,
evergreen and overgrowing,
cannot cannot cannot chase
the gliitching stars from glitt'ring space
so breathe in deep and grace the throne
for harvest girl, you aren't alone ]
hilight this in a billion
faster motion, faster spread
see me stumble, see me dead
leave a kiss upon my head
An Alien AnalysisBy Agawaer
On a little blue planet called Earth, another standard solar day began. The sun rose, the birds chirped their merry songs, and people everywhere began to go about their lives. It was a comforting certainty in an uncertain world: no matter how bad things may be, there will always be tomorrow.
They could not have known, could not have conceived, that the fate of their world was being decided far, far away. And had things gone differently, tomorrow would never have arrived.
The universe is infinitely vast. It is ever-expanding. Ever-changing. Ever-growing. Space is not the last frontier; rather, it is the only true frontier, for no matter how many years we spend trying to map its vastness, it can never be fully explored. We will never know, with certainty, just what may or may not be out there. Ten thousand years of human civilization and technological progress, and we have not even begun to scratch the surface. The cosmos is so mind-bogglingly huge that a