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To the mountain,
Who are we?
So small against its grandeur.
To the eagle,
What are we?
Odd-lesser beings—chaining themselves to the ground
Rather than embracing the freedom of forever.
To the leopard,
Who are we?
Noisy, clumsy, oblivious, obvious
So unlike her own graceful mastery
To the human,
Who are we?
Empowered, all powered, all worthy and
All knowing. All is ours.
Or is it?
For, to an ant,
We might be
Just a mountain,
Grand and great in awesome size
Yet slow, moving in unconceivable slowness.
Just an eagle,
High, distant, unconcerned and
unconcerning.
For, to an ant, there might be
A thousand million uncounted uncountable
Things to do, things done
Immeasurable by human minds
Like God.
So limited are we
That we do not care to see
That there may be something somewhere
With a propose greater then our own.
A purpose greater even then
Our minds can comprehend,
Like a:
Mountain
Eagle
Leopard
Ourselves?
Like an Ant.
Who are we?
So small against its grandeur.
To the eagle,
What are we?
Odd-lesser beings—chaining themselves to the ground
Rather than embracing the freedom of forever.
To the leopard,
Who are we?
Noisy, clumsy, oblivious, obvious
So unlike her own graceful mastery
To the human,
Who are we?
Empowered, all powered, all worthy and
All knowing. All is ours.
Or is it?
For, to an ant,
We might be
Just a mountain,
Grand and great in awesome size
Yet slow, moving in unconceivable slowness.
Just an eagle,
High, distant, unconcerned and
unconcerning.
For, to an ant, there might be
A thousand million uncounted uncountable
Things to do, things done
Immeasurable by human minds
Like God.
So limited are we
That we do not care to see
That there may be something somewhere
With a propose greater then our own.
A purpose greater even then
Our minds can comprehend,
Like a:
Mountain
Eagle
Leopard
Ourselves?
Like an Ant.
Literature
To be Honest
To be honest...
I have much to say
I just want someone to love me and care for me, to hug me and cuddle me, to drink tea in the sunset and stay by me when I faulter...
When I cry, they hug me and tell me it will be okay
To listen when needed
To aid me when bleedin
To help me get to know myself
It's hard to deal with me I know
I cry when I'm alone
I'm afraid to let people in
I'm always frightened
I know I am sensitive
Even under this shell
I do not entirely know why
Why I have built these walls
Maybe from the constant heartbreak
Or maybe from the pain I take
I never speak about it
Not the whole tale
One I cannot remember
For it pains m
Literature
Coming to Terms - Chapter one
Hey there, glad you could make it. It isn't often you humans trust a Vura. What do you call us? Sirens? Oh, never mind. Let us start with introductions. It would do for you to know who I am, as this will be a long tale and will require several meetings between us. I am Meloku deNysa, a member of the Serkan family. Ah, no need to introduce yourself. I already know who you are.
Now, for my story. Myth and legend both tell us that a hero's story starts with an unusual birth. This should have told me from the start that my sister would be such. After all, I carried her. No, she is not my daughter. I am, to this day, what you would call a vir
Literature
and then the gods come forth
your lips were bleeding ichor,
as you dreamt beneath the universe
and i thought to myself...
i. head underwater, they watch you
with cassiopeia eyes as you
seep into her star-stricken skin
ii. we carved our names in hearts
on the flesh of dryads, arms
branched out, head full of sky
ever-expanding, infinity between
our fingertips,
but falling leaves
indicate that the tree is dying
iii. iii. you're like a flower in the winter,
storm tucked behind your ears, and
oblivion in the corners of your lips
the summer heat is getting to your head
fall-ing for you-is the season of change
(but have i not changed enough for you?)
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This is a response to William Blake's "The Fly". [link] <--- There's a link to the piece, enjoy!
Just a fun piece on the stupid inflexibility of the human mind.
*kittiasher bullied me into adding a link to her similarly-thought piece. Enjoy! [link]
(C) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
Just a fun piece on the stupid inflexibility of the human mind.
*kittiasher bullied me into adding a link to her similarly-thought piece. Enjoy! [link]
(C) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
© 2011 - 2024 Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
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"By measuring the number and luminosity of observable galaxies in the known universe, astronomers put current estimates of the total stellar population at roughly seventy billion trillion."
- Maria Temming, How Many Stars Are There in the Universe?
Eustace: "In our world, a star is a huge ball of flaming gas."
Ramandu: "Even in your world, son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of."
- C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, chapter XIV
"The sun? Conscious? How?" "In a way lower organisms like you have difficulty to grasp. One thought from the source takes longer than a human life. A conversation with other stars takes thousands of your years." "All the stars are conscious?" A dry laughter resounded. "Of course. They are the original inhabitants of the cosmos. Without them there would be no organic life, let alone organic consciousness."
- Elian Lazaro, Elysium
"The sun alone appears, by virtue of his dignity and power, suited for the duty of moving the planets, and worthy to become the home of God himself."
- Johannes Kepler, The Harmony of the World
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- Maria Temming, How Many Stars Are There in the Universe?
Eustace: "In our world, a star is a huge ball of flaming gas."
Ramandu: "Even in your world, son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of."
- C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, chapter XIV
"The sun? Conscious? How?" "In a way lower organisms like you have difficulty to grasp. One thought from the source takes longer than a human life. A conversation with other stars takes thousands of your years." "All the stars are conscious?" A dry laughter resounded. "Of course. They are the original inhabitants of the cosmos. Without them there would be no organic life, let alone organic consciousness."
- Elian Lazaro, Elysium
"The sun alone appears, by virtue of his dignity and power, suited for the duty of moving the planets, and worthy to become the home of God himself."
- Johannes Kepler, The Harmony of the World
www.facebook.com/cartoonistpau…