I've always been something of a nerd. Nerdy in the sense that I can't do sports, nerdy in my obsession with correct grammar usage, nerdy in my love of animation, but also nerdy in my obsession with space.
This love of the unknown is fed by endless sci-fi novels and science documentaries, but I can't really ever satisfy it, unless I were actually to go to space. And trust me, if they ever need to put a writer in the shuttle, I'll buy the ticket to Cape Canaveral myself.
This is a poem-doodle, based in the point of view of a cosmic wanderer, looking down on the Earth. Take away from it what you will.
EDIT: Frontpage.
For once, I think I may be deserving.
Comments
Smiling Devil Says:
It's very good^^, I like it very much
Donut Says:
Wow. I love this.
It better get front page. :c
WildBlueSun Says:
Love.
Lots of.
Has stimmung.
Wins favourite.
AMBCGP Says:
This is very good, I like it.
Fitos Says:
The fourth stanza seems to be a bit off beat. Namely, the second line is just odd to me. I cannot quite make it out. Though it might be because it is almost two at night now
And what do you mean "our planet is still sparkling blue"? (Btw. Nice alliteration you have there with the "s".) And isn't "lowest of the low" a rather often used concept?
The rythm here is so that it sounds almost like a children's story... is that intentional? If so, then GOOD WORK!
But I truly cannot say that this is the best you have made.