Staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore.
I do not claim any expertise in the realm of the scientific, the architectural, or the industrial. I am simply, as I suspect many of you reading these words are, someone who enjoys living on planet earth.
By Melissa4 days ago in Humans
Hold it close to your chest The fire you were born with Shelter it from bitter winds and regretful sighs Nurture it as you would a child
By Melissa24 days ago in Poets
The kettle whistles Just in time for me to pour A thermos for work
The sun shines brightly Behind the leaves of the tree Reaching over me
It's raining outside But inside it's nice and warm With my cup of tea
By Melissa25 days ago in Poets
Oh, he's home early Quick, smiles on Don't let him see That you've known all along The messages, the whispers, the looks
By Melissa26 days ago in Poets
"Did they see you?" "No, I don't think so." "You don't think so?" "I--I know so. They couldn't have." "Good. Here's your new birth certificate... this is your new driver's license... and lastly, your new microchip for the crossing. All of the instructions to implant it are in the packaging. Did you have any issues removing your old one?"
By Melissaabout a month ago in Fiction
Silken vision high Quietly stealing our gaze Ethereal dream
By Melissaabout a year ago in Poets
Stranded in a panicked sea I long to be where you are Lost in thought behind a stormy window pane Evened by what tears me apart
Slender form between air particles Incite me to find you Lend your everything and your nothing Empty out my pretenses Naked and just a little afraid
Reaching out for something I know that I can't touch Believing every song and every line about love Holding on until my hands bleed
By Melissa4 years ago in Poets
Hiraeth (n): A homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Melissa5 years ago in Fiction
