“This last lesson takes up half the week,” I think. “The clock is mocking me. I swear it’s moving backwards. All I want is for that bell. Then: freedom…”
“Nick, how do you go about solving this one?”
“Er…”
“I knew it. Not paying attention again, eh boy? See me after class. Detention.”
Long cold nights, red long johns; summer sunsets longing to hold hands. Mirrored moments, brush stokes, tender touches together. Minute hands last click when we parted; last scene, your dress unfold. Your double delight scoops of frosty freeze filled my cone of emptiness; your hand, warmed in mine.
I stared intently at the mirror. Black leathery skin, cyan-eyes, mandibles, chelicerae. I didn’t always look like this. My heart sank, and my stomach felt hollow. Pain. Rage replaced grief. The mirror shattered into pieces beneath my pincher and rained into the sink. Why should I bother continuing to survive?
He gazed at her with carnivorous craving. Devouring her. With hunger. Unbridled lust. There was no other word for it. After all these years with her it never abated. It was unnatural, he thought. Unhealthy. The longing for his life predating her knew no bounds and would never go away.
The stars spun outside the window. Besides that, they remained unmoved. The vessel, stuck under the thumb of relativity, could only move so fast. Bernard's Star was a stone's throw on the galactic stage, but would still take centuries to reach.
Within the bounds of the generation ship, the travelers passed the time in memorial reverie, pining for their old home and longing for the new.
I always found myself at the periphery of every group I joined. There was always the sense that I didn’t belong.
Why didn’t I belong? That question haunted me. Was it my clothes, my mannerisms, or something else?
“Oh, how I long for someone who gets me!” I exclaimed, alone.
My 50 mg of Longing
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you know,
I'm missing you,
your touch
the way you looked
at the waves of the sea,
your little moments
of nothing,
You know
you and me
were one
now we're two
and that's why
I long
for your skin
your gentle touch,
your white
silence
of peace,
you know..
You know how longing works—
it shows up uninvited at lunch,
making you stare at sugar packets
and cold coffee gone bitter,
while you wonder if she still
folds newspaper corners into triangles,
the way she did that Tuesday
when time knew how to behave itself.
I love this!
Gloria 😭 I... this... I'm speecheless.
Microdosing - 50mg of Longing
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“What do you prefer? A short, meaningful life, or a long, miserable life?”
The patient replied: ‘Why did you ask me that?’
The therapist cleared his throat.
“When did you feel most alive?”
The centuries-old immortal chuckled, longing for the past.
‘When I was a human and time was limited.’
PROMPT: LONGING
THE FULL HOUSE
We’d been longing for Christmas all December, and had lots of things planned for when our whole family came to stay.
But once they’d arrived, the pressure of living together, and trying to cook for everyone soon became too much.
And we were longing for it all to be over… 🎄😎🎄
Good question, that why?
Another great, sad story...
If wishes were fishes, we'd all live like kings,
We'd all live forever, and fly without wings.
But there are no genies, nor fairies, nor sprites.
If longing brought morning, we'd never see light.
If we never struggle to capture desire,
We'd never climb higher, we'd die in the mire.
That ache in the heart
The love that has no home
unrequited longing
Yearning for his touch
Never to feel the warmth
of his arms
Love that has no home .
Beautiful Theresa
Thank you, Miguel
Longing 50 mg
all good was annihilated.
The black hole sucks me into its abyss.
no longer feeling air for my lungs, no longer seeing even to my palms, no longer locating up nor down.
The longing for your spirit was useless in the face of obscurity.
The Impossible to fathom is here
Longing
“This last lesson takes up half the week,” I think. “The clock is mocking me. I swear it’s moving backwards. All I want is for that bell. Then: freedom…”
“Nick, how do you go about solving this one?”
“Er…”
“I knew it. Not paying attention again, eh boy? See me after class. Detention.”
Ah, poor Nick. The thing he wants to most delayed once more.
Longing.
Long cold nights, red long johns; summer sunsets longing to hold hands. Mirrored moments, brush stokes, tender touches together. Minute hands last click when we parted; last scene, your dress unfold. Your double delight scoops of frosty freeze filled my cone of emptiness; your hand, warmed in mine.
“Scorps: Longing”
I stared intently at the mirror. Black leathery skin, cyan-eyes, mandibles, chelicerae. I didn’t always look like this. My heart sank, and my stomach felt hollow. Pain. Rage replaced grief. The mirror shattered into pieces beneath my pincher and rained into the sink. Why should I bother continuing to survive?
The pain speaks so deeply from this one. Great stuff Logan.
Thank you!
Blitzing through the gasping herd of breathless runners, he lurched over the finish line with his first ever sub-twenty 5K PR.
"Jesus Christ Muldoon, What's your secret?”
He tapped the butt of the pack and a single Marlboro sat up. Proud. Inviting. Pinching it between his teeth, he grinned.
“Longing.”
haha. I know people who would outsprint Bolt if that meant they would get a beer sooner. Great take C J!
Cheers Miguel!
He gazed at her with carnivorous craving. Devouring her. With hunger. Unbridled lust. There was no other word for it. After all these years with her it never abated. It was unnatural, he thought. Unhealthy. The longing for his life predating her knew no bounds and would never go away.
Microdosing - 50mg of "Longing"
AFAR
The stars spun outside the window. Besides that, they remained unmoved. The vessel, stuck under the thumb of relativity, could only move so fast. Bernard's Star was a stone's throw on the galactic stage, but would still take centuries to reach.
Within the bounds of the generation ship, the travelers passed the time in memorial reverie, pining for their old home and longing for the new.
That's a cool concept and visual. Great work!
Thank you, man!