Earthlet
Lately I've been feeling that, rather than getting anywhere, The Earth is stubbornly moving in counter-rotation to my every step.
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Lately I've been feeling that, rather than getting anywhere, The Earth is stubbornly moving in counter-rotation to my every step.
[final song in a trilogy: The Cradle, The Palace, The Grave. All three have taken me the last four years to complete and can now be found on Opuss.
Looking out from afar. It is I, that I witness in the distance. I stand alone; Unique, But then I do seek to pervade that Shadowy Dark. It is I out alone - Upon those mountainous, Off-cut peaks.
Are you sure.
Moonlight reflects, My greatest respects, This distant place, Gives me such a distaste, Sparks shower, This is the glass hour.
The view from the top Both terrifying and beautiful.
You were tracing constellations along my forearms, Straight lines and muffled songs.
I dream of flowers blossom. I dream of days in likeness. I wish to be well and far through. I wish to stand tall on a rainbow, As time follows me. I shall no longer endure sadness.
Afterward there shall be silence or at least stillness. Dust will blow down Greek Street, the uncollected bins overflowing.
The rigour of daily routine in life, a hard stricture to hide yourself within. You must do this now, panic, worry, fear; each danger looming ever closer still. No wonder you look so tired and...
I wonder as you stare, That perhaps you're as mad as a hare, What great Oceanic eyes, That sit and learn of my demise, Can you see my soul. Or is there just a hole.
Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...
As i walk along this road that most call life, i ask myself questions, who am i and why am i here.
My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night. I'll come to make. Your soul take flight.
My friend asked me what my favourite film is and all I could think of is the Legend of 1900.
Happiness is that which everyone longs. but so few of us actually get. Happiness is that which rights all wrongs. and leaves us without regret. Why then does happiness torture us so.
To produce nothing but withdrawn faith,. On that once wild, now withered day. Allows us time,. So sweet, so true, so unbelieving. What have we survived, conquered and ultimately overcome.
~ Warning: May cause distress, so don't read if you're in doubt.
My feet are now standing where they’ve never been before... The surroundings are unfamiliar... the sky is a different blue to where I’ve been... the grass is a different shade of green...
Where should you put the candle. Well, isn't that obvious. Find the darkest part of the room, Place it there, And watch it crawl across the walls, Spreading it's light.
If I could have more I would, If I could save it I would, If I could stop it I would, If I could fast forward it I would, If I could rewind it I would not.
What is life without breath. Without the heart that beats in our chest, Without the blood that runs through our veins, What is life. I do exclaim. What is life if not to love.
You register every glint, every dazzle, Of the purity that surrounds us, But only through your eyes, Would we be able to understand your experiences.
There once was a peanut who lived in a shell. Day after day, that’s where he would dwell. Dreaming of heaven: saw life as a hell. He longed for the fingers to fracture his cell.