Singled out, alone, it stands as a tower,
A center of green covered by white fuzz.
Protecting the bowl are pale watchmen,
Draping themselves in white raiment
As they spread themselves to keep guard.
Soft purple walls sit silent and sentinel,
The yellow bounty over which they watch
Flitting lightly in the passing wind.
White within far more defined
Than without, the dome opens,
Waiting patiently for its first spring visitor.
It begins slowly.
A small, lone light
shining dimly
in a forest of blackness.
It stands as a single bastion,
flickering and hopeful.
Waiting, dreaming,
it flashes brightly,
refusing to die out.
Shadows encroach
and it beats them back,
tendrils of white-bright light
growing outward
in various directions.
The pieces break off
as they get further
from the center,
planting themselves in the ground
to shine their own brightness
into the darkness.
As multiple sources
push the shadows back,
the ball of light beams brightly,
gaining strength
from the death
of the blackness.
It blooms and blossoms,
petals falling open
from the center.
Each v
For All Our Yesterdays by RogueMudblood, literature
Literature
For All Our Yesterdays
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I make no profit from this work of fiction.
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The words repeated in his head, like a record with a needle stuck in the groove, never able to move past that one section. For Jim Kirk, it was a memory that played time and again in his mind. Instead of the moment when his hand was on the thick surface as he fell to his knees, watching the life drain from his friend’s face, he had other words embedded in his mind.
Jim had been told that others were unable to get his eulogy out of their minds for weeks. What he had said for his fallen friend moved them to tears, and they were unashamed to l
He was a Prince . Seeking his goals and Living all of his dreams .
Locking his heart in a tower he made by what he believes .
Not cause of fear . But cause of what he wanted to achieve .
One day he awoken to a sound knocking on his door .
He opened the gates to this amazingly beautiful girl .
He lets her in . Inside his castle , his mind and his soul .
He was a man of philosophy and thoughts . But she was a puzzle that he couldn't solve .
Is she a test or a gift ? He asked himself . Is she the Trojan horse ?
He decided to leave his kingdom and the golden throne .
And gave her his life and everything he used to own .
It was a danger
I remember when I was a kid I used to wake early to review the subject of my final exam.
I remember holding my book, sitting on front of the house alone and listening to the music of the nature, the sound of the birds and winds playing with the trees like a father learning his son to play on the guitar.
I remember watching the sunrise and the colors of the sky. Like a wallpaper covering my disktop. It's just a work of art.
I remember the smell of the new day filled with hope. Filled
I hear them talk about Love ........
Saying that it's the most amazing feeling . As it combine joy and happiness giving you the ultimate power of the soul . The power of everything.
I hear them talk about Love ........
As I stand in front of them shouting that it's not real , but I know deep inside that one day I'll be in there position.
I hear them talk about Love ........
The greatest and most beautiful gift God gave the men , but not me "Not Yet"
I hear them talk about Love ........
While my heart is filled with anger over stupid things , and sadness that I cover with a big fake smile.
I hear them talk about Love ........
Then
only then left speechless. by Victimize-Pixie, literature
Literature
only then left speechless.
when douse in
frost water or
lighter fluid.
that half second after
someone exclaims a surprise.
moon faces, moonbeams, moon walkers, star fighters, starlight, starry eyes.
when the roller coaster
falls and i have one
breath less.
summer twisters and
pretty torrents.
ocean storms, ocean sky, ocean dreamers, sky fliers, sky ocean, sky rages.
when the music
crescendos and whimpers
in my headphones.
Raw expression and
the truth found
in colors.
dirt-poor, dirty puddles, dirt leapers, wind dancers, windy cities, wind-mill.
only with this am I left speechless.
Little Did I Know - Chapter 1 by Anspire, literature
Literature
Little Did I Know - Chapter 1
I don't know if you want to read my story. It is my only story. But one day it may save your life.
If you want me to tell you what it is about, I will. It is about my adventures, about my love and my pain. If you can feel compassion, they will become yours too. I didn't want to share these things with anyone but let them serve as a warning. You can make a choice. Believe me, there is always a choice.
Part 1
Chapter I
It was around midnight, the night still young but the people already sleeping soundly in their homes. A frightening noise cut through the darkness. As she heard the siren, she started running. She raced by the old