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~Annie Jump Cannon~

Eternity begins when the Earth ends,
There is no heaven beyond the infinite sky,
In space, mortality can reach even the untouchable,
As time slows down the further you venture,

Betrayed by the night as it takes the sun,
Just when you think you are safe, an eclipse takes the moon,
Darkness does not care what lies within it,
Swear by the promise of tommorrow and the absence of the mind,

Backs turned to the apprehension and fear of the unknown,
Undertaking a daring journey through anguished misery and loneliness,
To those hidden self-seeking universes not so different from our own,
Man's exploitation of nature will be short-lived,

Get as far as the light atop the highest peak,
The fires will carry the news,
Fate's threads held to the flames,
Head for the center of the storm and take pleasure in the calm,

Teary-eyed and low spirits, overwhelming distress,
Imaginary spiritual worlds misused for dastardly deeds,
They feed on your fear,
As you emerge from the darkness and regard each other,

Feast upon the beauty of another human being,
Unable to rely on what exists of the intangible,
As far as the eye can see is all that is truly divine,
Daughter of the stars is mother nature.

Annie Jump Cannon © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
Annie Jump Cannon
:+fav: and leave a constructive comment if you enjoyed this poem, it was a labor of love based on Darkness by Lord Byron and paying tribute to Annie Jump Cannon the way I've been trying to do for quite some time. And here it is! Please let me know what you all think, and thanks for reading.
~Unruly Angels~

Love gives more than what old age takes away,
When you're born with skin too thick to crack,
Those are just generation gaps,

Gay as the first flower of spring,
Even after years of being away,
Looking for a reason to go back or stay here,

With a face that gets whatever it wants,
Youth outweighs wealth,
Can't sleep for fear of missing something,

Sinful heartthrobs who want to take over where the world is wilting,
Unruly angels wanting to move on to a tangible faith they can hold on to,
Each other,

Looking good but you're not dying,
We could all get away sometime,
Get far gone in our own minds,

Dying and leaving a revolution behind,
Where you scattered all your dreams,
All the young kids will go off and try to find them.

Unruly Angels © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
Unruly Angels
Inspired by Five to One by The Doors. Leave a comment, :+fav:, or a watch if you liked it. It all makes a difference. Thank you for reading.
~One-Way Ticket~

I can wash my hands of all the time spent looking at the stars,
Thinking about how I could never reach them,
The Earth loses some of its beauty everyday and we wonder why,

Shaking the foundation of something you thought would hold up,
When it doesn't you start to look for a new home,
It's where the heart is, I say, as my heart falls into the sky,

Even though it's cold up there and there's no air,
There's a world a hundred million miles away, waiting for me,
A place where I could no longer hear the voice of earth,

Her name is Mars and she's a drop of blood on a black canvas,
I'm in love with dreams of looking up and seeing red,
The unfathomed lying beneath me taking me with its winds and charm,

I've a one-way ticket to the delicate and intangible,
My one still-living absolute farewell,
All I've ever witnessed in a lifetime could not compare,

I want to be hers,
Driving to the heart of where the greatest comfort is uncertainty,
My one-way ticket will take me there and I won't ever look back in despair.

One-Way Ticket © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
One-Way Ticket
I hope you like it, it's based on the one way trip to Mars NASA is planning. Leave a :+fav: and a comment if you enjoyed it. Thank you.

Young stars are dying,
We could see that they were so far but they felt so close,
Unstable, they lost their form and catastrophic explosions hurled them to parts unknown,

Every wish is a finger on the pulse,
An unwavering soliton,
Outside of the dimensions of existence as we know it,

Unable to reach the past or leave the present,
The unreachable never got in the way of the soliton,
A content sigh of an ever-growing galaxy,

They lived in a place where gravity never betrayed them,
Woke up to skies that were never the same,
Is this where we all go?

Light never seemed to fade, it has its own years,
Always dependent,
Even the moon can't light up the sky without the sun,

The resurgence of incandescent celestial bodies,
Immortality rode on the soliton and that star you've been watching for years,
By the time it got to you it was already gone.

Soliton © NeuroticLust/Amanda P.
I was taking a good look at my gallery yesterday and I paused for a moment and thought about why it is that I do what I do. I want to write things that capture the attention of those who had not expected to take the time for poetry. I want them to be drawn in by the first sentence and stay until they've reached the end. This work is defined as a balanced cross between romance and horror.  People will realize they have the ability to comprehend the horrors of life and the brutality of reality and turn it into something beautiful through art rather than internalize it.

Question everything.

Never settle for being told, "This is just how it is and it's never going to change." Or "This is how it should be." You must always ask why and look back on how the situation got to where it is. Sometimes, no one can answer why, because there is no reason. Know that the knowledge is worth it. My goal as an artist is to tap into your soul and strike the nerve that lets you know that you're alive. In the world that I create with many of these poems, horror is reality and romance is the silver lining to its dark cloud. Let me know how the experience went with a :+fav: and a comment.
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: The TV.
  • Reading: This text.
  • Watching: The computer screen.
  • Playing: Mind games.
  • Eating: My lover's intestines.
  • Drinking: Holy water.
All the people I feared in the beginning, turned out to be good, 
and all the people I thought I could trust, turned out to hurt me the most.
Everyone I have on that old friends list is a friend but most of the time when I'm down, they're not there.
I have a few people right here that I'm grateful for because everyone needs someone,
even the people who won't admit it.



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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015
thank you !
NeuroticLust Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
you're welcome!
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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015
and thank you more
NeuroticLust Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure :rose:
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MARCO-E Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2015
Thank you
NeuroticLust Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, dear friend.
MARCO-E Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015
:) (Smile) 
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