Morning MomentsMorning MomentsMorning Moments by Michel-le-fou
At half past 9 my alarm rings,
To awaken me to another day;
But every day is special,
Although it begins like every day.
I rise and take a shower,
While she lies in bed to wait;
Then I dry my body and re-enter,
And urge her gently not to be late.
"Be ready, darling!"
We dress and go out together;
We drink hot coffee and take a stroll.
Hand in hand, heart to heart, eye to eye..
That is how to answer true love's call.
The Chronicles of Kanangar: A Rising Tide9970 ADThe Chronicles of Kanangar: A Rising Tide by space-commander
THE CHRONICLES OF KANANGAR: A RISING TIDE
It is an age of turbulence.
After decades of corruption,
oppressed colonists and natives
have joined forces against
an alliance of megacorporations.
In a rare moment of solidarity,
two rival civilizations,
the Drall and the Marlon Chaan,
have pressured the TriGalactic Federation
against unilateral intervention.
Meanwhile, the insurgents
wage a fierce guerilla war.
Seeking a decisive victory,
the corporate alliance
is assembling a mercenary fleet.
Little do they know
that informants have revealed
the coordinates of the rendezvous…
Not the edge of a star system,
but somewhere midway between star systems.
Thousands of astronomical units
away from a star—no, tens of thousands.
A light flickered somewhere in the abyss,
and then another, and then dozens more.
BOOM!!! a pilot could almost hear
as his starfighter banked away
from one of eight kilometer-long battleships.
Several other starfighte
Or Did They?Not far from the grottoOr Did They? by mmihalko13
There lies a tomb
Run down and dilapidated
It hides the secret well
Through the cobwebs and decay
This empty sepulcher cries out
Hoping for the master to return
It did not always lie this way
He was here
Or was he?
The name on the stone
The carvings on the wall
His greatness masked by the mystery
His life marred by tragedy
I was a child of 13 when I discovered it
Much older when I deciphered it
Even older when I understood it
Or was I?
The heir, I was not
Just a bystander to the inept
Jealousy and rage filled the air
How could they ignore this grand monument?
Him, for that matter
Sure, this house lay dormant
Only a faint whisper of the wind
Not even the rat or the spider ventured near
Or did they?
My vigil, waiting for him was long
Days of staring turned to weeks
Weeks to months, months to years
This candle burned
The flame of my innocence turned to passion
The tears of my prayers turned to blood
CrashFire eats the soul away.Crash by Rest-In-Pinkness
Only forever bone can stay.
Crash and burn.
Chalk scratches the board,
Spelling out mournful afford.
Crash and learn.
A craving in the dark.
Louder than a single spark.
Crash and yearn.
Debt thicker than butter
Clogging the heart gutter.
Crash and earn.
Love chunky and raw.
Stand back in mock awe.
Crash and spurn.
Rushing river of pain.
What will it gain?
Crash and churn.
So many fruitless collisions..
Lost for sense decisions.