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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
Pre-quantum
In the process of inflation at the early stage of the birth of it all there was no cosmic speed limit. The universe swelled at almost infinite rates. The forces and particles created then went their separate ways. What we see and know now are one group. What we can not see or measure are the other group that stayed travelling at all speeds faster than the speed of light. They have been racing around the universe and out of it ever since. They are the pre-quantum universe beyond all the walls, beyond the quarks and leptons. They hold this bubble universe together, and they have organised this...
#dreams
#science
#prose #scifi
#prose #scifi
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
Pre-quantum
In the process of inflation at the early stage of the birth of it all there was no cosmic speed limit. The universe swelled at almost infinite rates. The forces and particles created then went their separate ways. What we see and know now are one group. What we can not see or measure are the other group that stayed travelling at all speeds faster than the speed of light. They have been racing around the universe and out of it ever since. They are the pre-quantum universe beyond all the walls, beyond the quarks and leptons. They hold this bubble universe together, and they have organised this...
#dreams
#science
#prose #scifi
#prose #scifi
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
Pre-quantum
In the process of inflation at the early stage of the birth of it all there was no cosmic speed limit. The universe swelled at almost infinite rates. The forces and particles created then went their separate ways. What we see and know now are one group. What we can not see or measure are the other group that stayed travelling at all speeds faster than the speed of light. They have been racing around the universe and out of it ever since. They are the pre-quantum universe beyond all the walls, beyond the quarks and leptons. They hold this bubble universe together, and they have organised this...
#dreams
#science
#prose #scifi
#prose #scifi
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
11th Jul 2020 1:49pm
Pre-quantum
In the process of inflation at the early stage of the birth of it all there was no cosmic speed limit. The universe swelled at almost infinite rates. The forces and particles created then went their separate ways. What we see and know now are one group. What we can not see or measure are the other group that stayed travelling at all speeds faster than the speed of light. They have been racing around the universe and out of it ever since. They are the pre-quantum universe beyond all the walls, beyond the quarks and leptons. They hold this bubble universe together, and they have organised this...
#dreams
#science
#prose #scifi
#prose #scifi
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
517 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
517 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
517 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
comment on Poets Revenge's poem Dark Poetess
Very true and perceptive
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
#prose
636 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
597 reads
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