I was thinking about meteorites that crash and burn up about our planet so i was thinking what if they were xenos that burnt up in the atmosphere set adrift by accident from a planet or ship or randoms anyway was thinking because of the change in temperature of deep space to flame face that maybe one day one will survive the initial entry an the resulting landing an then we to can enjoy xeno panic ..anyway enough of that i wrote a poem about a xeno in space because i can ..and yes my gramma sucks worse than a hammer wielding miley ....................................................................................................... In the cold vacuum of space I just sit and waste with a look of distaste Spinning about about place With no hint of grace Just another orbital object meandering Through the cosmic voids On the ethereal plane Only thermal imaging can discern my frame I have an unlikely name No need to explain When i extend my reach No need for speech When i vocal screech Two voices merge When i strike I bite Through a sub sonic surge I purge all life from where ever i drop Am the last line of sight before a heart can stop But for now i drift For now i wait Never succumbing just wondering What shall occur? For my senses scope is beyond comprehension And my taste buds still tingle over fleshy sensations So without reservations i dawdle and spin But on my chitin I am holding in reserve a beastly grin - buggsy
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 20:46:51 +0000
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