home under the dome

light years away from us,
a star is exploding, wiping out an entire galaxy.
in another universe,
an armada of spaceships we mistaken
for a flock of stars is fleeting to find a new home.

under this dome of celestial bodies -with you,
all the wars and explosions above
turn into tender pulses of starlight
that we make stellar cartography of,
creating direction from all the uncertainties.
And maybe someday our love
will be so great it turns into a myth,
our very own constellation to honor us.
two young gods with a framework
made out of new born stars.

stars are dying silently but here we are,
me lying beside you
admiring this massive massacre.
the sky is a paradise on fire
and we’re watching it burn.
cosmic dust and residue sifting down on earth,
filling our lungs making them ache.
our corneas burning from all the light
and it makes me wonder if
we looked directly into God’s eyes.

if the sun would burst at any moment
and the light cleanses our
flesh—separating soul from body,
I would be happy.
knowing we are a part of this
graceful process of destruction.
it will be a warm goodnight.

—  Stars are Dying Silently @floralbruisesx Joum Malonosan
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“The second that I saw you, I knew you weren’t the same man that I knew two and a half years ago; I mean, you’ve changed, Dale. You The way you hold yourself, the look in your eyes.That edge you had from Iraq is gone.
Now, I know there’s only one thing that can do that.”

By: thejennire

UTD 2x13 - Reactions

MOST OF THE EPISODE FOCUSED ON JIM AND PAULINE…

BARBIE AND NORRIE’S TRUST IN EACH OTHER…

BARBIE UNDER THE RAIN

REBECCA CONFESSING TO JIM

BIG JIM KILLING REBECCA

 

JUNIOR SAYING “THERE’S NO TALKING TO HIM, THERE’S ONLY DEALING WITH HIM”

JUNIOR GOING AFTER HIS FATHER

JUNIOR & JULIA STRANDED TOGETHER IN THAT TUNNEL

(what!! they’re my brotp, don’t judge)

BIG JIM’S RAMBLINGS AND OTHER MONOLOGUES…

JULIA STABBING HIM IN THE FOOT…

MELANIE ROCKING THE WET, HOMELESS LOOK AGAIN

SAM MOVING IN FRONT OF REBECCA

JULIA LEFT BEHIND AND STANDING ON THE VERY EDGE OF THE TUNNEL…

MELANIE SHOWING UP INSTEAD OF ANGIE…

“WE’RE GOING HOME”

Two to One

.
Too few natives, too many a chief
Too few police, too many a thief
Too much sun, too little rain
Too much tan, too little grain

Too few balls, too many sports
Too many yachts, too few ports
Too few hearths, too many homes
Too much warmth under too few domes

Too many shakes, too few hugs
Too little trust, too many bugs
Too little love, too much hate
Too little planning, too much fate

Too much running, too little soul
Too much waste, too small a hole
Too many pages, too few to conserve
Too many titles too few deserve

Too many thinkers, too little thought
Too many lies, too little truth sought
Too much war, too little gain
Too little peace, too much pain

Too many arms, too many fists
Too few battles won to list
Too little time, too much to lose
Two choices remain - which do you choose?


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Opening Day poem.

Fuck you, snow

Fuck you, winter

‘tis the season

of splendid splinters.

Of caught fly balls

and stolen bases;

of triples, doubles,

and pennant races.

Under domes, 

or wide, blue sky –

away or home,

let homers fly.

Hit inside pitch;

bunts down the line;

World Series rings –

it’s baseball time.

(Photo of Major League Baseball’s opening day ceremonies in San Diego, CA on Sunday, March 30 by USA Today)