Personal Astronaut

 

Shape shifting shadows

Disguise a gifted mind,

Making logical rants

Seem like alien chatter

To those blinded by the light.

The more he tries to breath

Like the rest of them

The more he suffocates on oxygen.

Outer space is the only place

He truly feels at home.

It is often very lonely

But the high of being weightless

Is a greater feeling than anything

Gravity could pull toward him.

Now infinite space has become

His permanent playground

And the endless darkness

Brings color to his dreams.

Reviews

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

One of my favorite shows is on the history channels. "Ancient Aliens". My favorite book is "Chariot Of The Gods", written by Author Erich von Däniken. I read it over 17 yrs. ago and it fascinate me still. This reminds me of this. Also my own personal experience with UFO's on my true story, I wrote about here, many think it's crazy but all of it is true...every bit of it. If you are interested in these things...ck it out.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/ladeeanne/710814/

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The first line hooked me in..this captures the feeling so well..how immense would that be..

[Ed Hart]

ghost writers in the sky

[Jamie S.]

One day the universe will be all of our personal playground. Love your open minded writing...its out of this world ;)

[Dayran]

He seeks expression on a stage bigger than what he's been doing. Infinite space should do nicely.