Tag: Life

​Space invaders? Metal ball containing bio matter could be alien ‘seed,’ say British scientists

Should we be concerned? http://rt.com/uk/233507-metal-ball-alien-seed/ Mysterious metal ball. Credit: University of Buckingham «A newly discovered microscopic ball could have been sent to earth by an alien civilization in an attempt to start new life, a British scientist has claimed. The mysterious metal sphere has been photographed spewing out a biological substance, which scientists believe could … Continue reading ​Space invaders? Metal ball containing bio matter could be alien ‘seed,’ say British scientists

Flower, alone…

No one came to my funeral. They came to say goodbye, to mourn, to cry... Dressed in black like crows awaiting patiently until the first worms shall make their way from underneath my skin. Yes, they came, but not to my funeral. There was I, alone, dressed in black like a monstrous raven, nested uncomfortably … Continue reading Flower, alone…

1st of April the 4th, 1984… -on defiant hopelessness-

"To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future..." G. Orwell No one knows where, or when it starts, as no instance can be recollected neither of space nor time, of that flash moment of realising truth, the truth... At first it's like a … Continue reading 1st of April the 4th, 1984… -on defiant hopelessness-

Endtimes of dying…

"The truth shall set you free..." I hate cut flowers. They remind me of life; beautiful and dead, already... Oftentimes suffering becomes a choice, a moral and an ethical one for the times when lying and cheating against our very own selves becomes a burden harder to bear than truth itself and its consequences. Life … Continue reading Endtimes of dying…

Moonlikes…

It's never been easy to be; and it's never been easy to draw a being's character portrait of self, as life is a hidden statement of facts, barely awaiting any curiosity zealots to walk into it's tender creases. The Moon has been a source of inspiration for many adventurers hoping to catch a glimpse of … Continue reading Moonlikes…

Social poem 1

They're all gone now. Swallowed down by windy pipes gone by... Some hairy brushes sinking low below Those every seconds left untouched. Where's time now mum? Where is it m'am? So fond of words, so fond... Label me life; label me as you would label toes... Dead, cold, as the reminder of an unpaid day … Continue reading Social poem 1