Chaos
Galaxies are moving-
Constellations of astrological significance clicking into place
Like gears in their cosmic patterns.
They are clockwork,
spinning above us
to the distant flutter of a butterfly's wings.
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Chaos
Galaxies are moving-
Constellations of astrological significance clicking into place
Like gears in their cosmic patterns.
They are clockwork,
spinning above us
to the distant flutter of a butterfly's wings.
Copyright 2019. Alienwitchlily/ADG

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Panama City Beach
Spectre of Decay and Dreaming
I tried to be as a door-
You are my door.
Open as I am closed-
Walking in and out of frame,
Trying to feel your body,
With the strange sensation
That I cannot see you
Because you are all around me
And inside.
.
Pie
The clouds were all lemon-y pale
With the sun breaking through,
shimmering,
Like holographic meringue
On the pie in the sky.
.

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This seashell is painted with blue glitter and wrapped in copper tone wire. It hangs from a matching copper ball chain approx. 26 inches in
small victory
On his deathbed he told one last fart joke Then slipped off to that peaceful rest with a smirk
Endings
We break away fragments of the same star fraying streaking trails through opaque space seeking to crash and burn.
© SoulReserve 2019
Sunday filters through the blinds
optimistic & transparent
When the night falls
what voices do you remember?
Is there still music
awakening in the core
of you
apple red and struggling?
Whatever the earth permits
every morning I collect a poor man’s timber—whatever the earth permits, I can bring. i walk toward a cliff of salt. the sea turns and thrums out loudly its maddening ballad. it is a repetitive diatribe of ache which haunts my ears. she moans. groans like the hull of a ship ready to implode. you are somewhere toward the edges of this world looking outward too. hearing closely. feeling deeply. do you too carry branches under your arms? are we in unison? if I close my eyes, your body dressed in dark clothes stands imobile. i cannot make out your expression. the gulf puts its head down and labors as an ox it trods; erasing pathways of a past which lead to your face. in an instant, sea air can obliterate the possibility of clarity. i cannot access memory of your voice. the voluptuousness of water presses its body upon your moving mouth. you and all you’ve ever told me go down into its unknown. but still I latch to and tie my timber. whatever the earth permits, i can bring. and still I go to the edges of the world to build a poor man’s bridge. toiling alone. not knowing. still this is all an act of faith for me.
By Eva P. Lopez 3/3/2019

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Words and Beauty
Wasp.
The Burn.
Rainy Day walk + color manipulation
Crumbs
My siblings will come through these woods
After I am gone
And I do hope they will fare better than I.
I am still
Begging for crumbs
So that one day I may string a garland
Or maybe a necklace
Or a trail of bread, all stabbed through with yarn
So that you may find your way through the woods
And come home safely.

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Extraordinary everyday.
it amazes me how people still think fiction doesn’t affect reality when about 90% of us ran like naruto without a second thought just because we saw him do it and thought it was cool
this is going to be the only valid reply because that’s the reason I did it
for a more pertinent example- the creators of the original 70s ‘star trek’ created wrist communicators for plot purposes so crew on the ground could still communicate with crew on the spaceship because writing sometime in the early 80s a lot of actual scientists realized that sounded really cool and actually doable so lets create cellphones then later people who read ‘hitchhikers guide’ realized we had 80% of what the hitchhikers guide was and made a kindle Agatha Christie wrote mystery novels so precice she accurately predicted methods of poisoning that had not even happened yet, and her works are still used today to teach people how to diagnose poisonings bot malign and accidental. heck her understanding of toxicology was so on point she proposed antidotes for poisons made from poisons with opposite effects, allowing patients to be stabilized after otherwise fatal doses lets not forget the OG himself HG Welles who pulled stuff out of his ass like submarines, cross-continent flight, space travel, eccetera and later people realized that his fever dreams were something you could actually do with enough math and engineering in the late 40s Frances Glessner Lee started making dollhouses that contained crime scenes, only partially a hobby she was creating fantasy mysteries to puzzle people as there was no specific solution to the crime scenes she created. these dollhouses are still used to train detectives today and are considered to be the birth of modern forensics, solving thousands of crimes hell, someone read the 1911 story ‘ Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle’, which was largely schlock and realized a gun that shoots electricity sounds pretty awesome so made the TAZER, and the E and R still stand for ‘electric rifle’ and thats not counting the uncounted human moments when someone decided to do or not do something based on childhood memories of movies that shaped their personality, decided to do something based on a song that inspired them, got the courage by remembering a well written superhero moment, or some part of their soul that asked what their favorite muppet would think about their actions
nvm this is a valid response just intellectual
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