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"...Neil deGrasse Tyson and Carl Sagan began smoking their blunt. The conversation that followed..."
Written by wordSwork in portal Sci-Fi

Carl & Neil Ponder the Cosmos

     "Y'know, Neil." he dragged the cannabis smoke deep into his lungs. His friend's name came out suppressed, in a low frequency. He paused while holding his breath to fully infuse his bronchial capillaries with the full gamut of Mary Jane's combustion, none the least being, the elements of THC.

     Neil stared at the cranberry red ember perched near the tip of Carl's fingertip. The roach's abdominal end was nearly extinct. He wondered how his friend's index finger and thumb tolerated the heat. His mind went off on tangent from the subject of stars's phenomenon of innumeracy to the theoretical aspect of man's inventions involving the ubiquitous roach clip and related paraphernalia. "Carl could sure use such an instrument now," he thought.

     "Dude, y'know, Neil, . . . " He exhaled lengthily. Smoke followed his words. "It's not so much about numbers as much as it's about infinity. There's really no end number that's fully quantifiable. You and I both know we're fairly close to the actual number of stars within our own galaxy, but what about dark matter, string theory and alternate universes?How many stars there?"

     It wasn't a question begged of his fellow colleague, as much as a quantum physics exercise to play mental bridge.

     "Hey pass the joint, or what's left of it," Neil pleaded. "I get your point - but what's your point?" He pulled the bit of roach to his mouth holding it precariously between a pair of forceps and sucked ever so gently. His lips were puckered forward into thin mandible-like lines of dexterity.

     "My point is - cool forceps . You always carry those things? - Ooodles of stars! That's what our known universe contains, oooooodles of 'em."

      Hysterical laughter erupted from Neil. His characteristic broad grin matched the breadth of his forehead. Each time he attempted a rebuttal, his frame quaked. They'd been sitting on the concrete steps of Cornell's deep space telescope observatory when overcome with laughter. "Dude, my side hurts oooodles. The weed's inspired a numerical term of value. Ooodles huh?"

     "Oooodles on my noodle. Twinkle twinkle little oooodles, . . . Hey Neil check it out." Carl stood up abruptly and pointed skyward toward the Orion Constellation. "The hunter's armpit, the red giant, it makes me wanna light up another blunt."

     "Why's that, 'cause of the red tip on my roach?"

     "Yeah, that's ponderous thinking. Our own sun will become a red giant in 4.5 billion years. Then we're gonners." 

     Neil bit into his pizza. "Hey Carl, say Billions again!"

     

     

     

     

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"...Neil deGrasse Tyson and Carl Sagan began smoking their blunt. The conversation that followed..."
Written by wordSwork in portal Sci-Fi
Carl & Neil Ponder the Cosmos
     "Y'know, Neil." he dragged the cannabis smoke deep into his lungs. His friend's name came out suppressed, in a low frequency. He paused while holding his breath to fully infuse his bronchial capillaries with the full gamut of Mary Jane's combustion, none the least being, the elements of THC.
     Neil stared at the cranberry red ember perched near the tip of Carl's fingertip. The roach's abdominal end was nearly extinct. He wondered how his friend's index finger and thumb tolerated the heat. His mind went off on tangent from the subject of stars's phenomenon of innumeracy to the theoretical aspect of man's inventions involving the ubiquitous roach clip and related paraphernalia. "Carl could sure use such an instrument now," he thought.
     "Dude, y'know, Neil, . . . " He exhaled lengthily. Smoke followed his words. "It's not so much about numbers as much as it's about infinity. There's really no end number that's fully quantifiable. You and I both know we're fairly close to the actual number of stars within our own galaxy, but what about dark matter, string theory and alternate universes?How many stars there?"
     It wasn't a question begged of his fellow colleague, as much as a quantum physics exercise to play mental bridge.
     "Hey pass the joint, or what's left of it," Neil pleaded. "I get your point - but what's your point?" He pulled the bit of roach to his mouth holding it precariously between a pair of forceps and sucked ever so gently. His lips were puckered forward into thin mandible-like lines of dexterity.
     "My point is - cool forceps . You always carry those things? - Ooodles of stars! That's what our known universe contains, oooooodles of 'em."
      Hysterical laughter erupted from Neil. His characteristic broad grin matched the breadth of his forehead. Each time he attempted a rebuttal, his frame quaked. They'd been sitting on the concrete steps of Cornell's deep space telescope observatory when overcome with laughter. "Dude, my side hurts oooodles. The weed's inspired a numerical term of value. Ooodles huh?"
     "Oooodles on my noodle. Twinkle twinkle little oooodles, . . . Hey Neil check it out." Carl stood up abruptly and pointed skyward toward the Orion Constellation. "The hunter's armpit, the red giant, it makes me wanna light up another blunt."
     "Why's that, 'cause of the red tip on my roach?"
     "Yeah, that's ponderous thinking. Our own sun will become a red giant in 4.5 billion years. Then we're gonners." 
     Neil bit into his pizza. "Hey Carl, say Billions again!"
     
     
     
     

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Could it be the end at last?

To the worst year of my life ...

Suck my left one.

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Could it be the end at last?
To the worst year of my life ...
Suck my left one.
#fuck2014 
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Written by keszwesley in portal Haiku

Haikus 4 Dani #11

The day you said "Yes,"

I fell in love all over

Again and again.

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Written by keszwesley in portal Haiku
Haikus 4 Dani #11
The day you said "Yes,"
I fell in love all over
Again and again.
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What is something people tell you every day, and they say it so much it gets annoying? What is your response to it?
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[Insert title here]

"Don't worry about it!"

said the carefree one that had no worries.

"Stop using it as an excuse! Work harder!"

said the one that didn't know how horrible it was.

"Don't you trust me? You can't be suspicious of everyone!"

said the one that never got stabbed in the back.

"Stop being so weak!"

said the one that never has to fight for themselves.

"Everyone has at least one person that cares for them!"

said the one surrounded by loving people.

This isn't a fair world

There are the lucky

And the ones that suffer everyday.

Staring at the beaten wall.

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I guess I'm just unlucky hey~?

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What is something people tell you every day, and they say it so much it gets annoying? What is your response to it?
Written by laruam
[Insert title here]
"Don't worry about it!"
said the carefree one that had no worries.
"Stop using it as an excuse! Work harder!"
said the one that didn't know how horrible it was.
"Don't you trust me? You can't be suspicious of everyone!"
said the one that never got stabbed in the back.
"Stop being so weak!"
said the one that never has to fight for themselves.
"Everyone has at least one person that cares for them!"
said the one surrounded by loving people.

This isn't a fair world
There are the lucky
And the ones that suffer everyday.

Staring at the beaten wall.

...

I guess I'm just unlucky hey~?
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Written by seasalt

hearing feeling seeing

i want to feel yellow.

i look purple and sound blue but

yellow

is what i reach towards

i've been told my lips taste violet

and my anger comes out green

i don't want to be a rainbow of colors

for someone to experience 

i want yellow

to taste to hear to feel to sound to touch

because i've never

had it before

///

i know this is messy but i'm gonna be writing some poems based on my synesthesia

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Written by seasalt
hearing feeling seeing
i want to feel yellow.
i look purple and sound blue but
yellow
is what i reach towards
i've been told my lips taste violet
and my anger comes out green
i don't want to be a rainbow of colors
for someone to experience 
i want yellow
to taste to hear to feel to sound to touch
because i've never
had it before

///

i know this is messy but i'm gonna be writing some poems based on my synesthesia

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Written by AdamMcKeown

CELLULAR SOCIETY

Deep in my core,

My essence and soul:

Identical DNA strands

That run through us all.

I work efficiently

At just the right speed.

I take what I want,

Consume no more than I need.

Working together

And sharing the load

Seeking health and survival

With the molecules we encode.

My direct neighbours,

Similar in function and shape.

We alone couldn't build

This magnificent ape.

I talk using chemicals,

A paracrine dream.

I listen with receptors

To get wind of the scheme.

Beyond our capsule,

A cocoon of tough stroma 

Is a bodily system,

One part of the soma.

Within this organ

Where I'm locked into place

Are cells that look quite different:

Neurones ensuring we keep pace.

They coordinate this colony, 

With logical axioms

Delivering suggestions

Through long-reaching axons.

In scarcity and abundance,

Some cells get disease.

Beyond staying still,

they metastasise.

Their progeny spreading

Neuronal efforts now futile.

White cells recruited

Restoring order, being brutal.

The xeno population,

Sometimes deadly, mostly passive,

Are also policed

To protect us from havoc.

I'll keep up my work

I like being alive.

But this society's getting sicker,

We're heading back to the divine.

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Written by AdamMcKeown
CELLULAR SOCIETY
Deep in my core,
My essence and soul:
Identical DNA strands
That run through us all.

I work efficiently
At just the right speed.
I take what I want,
Consume no more than I need.

Working together
And sharing the load
Seeking health and survival
With the molecules we encode.

My direct neighbours,
Similar in function and shape.
We alone couldn't build
This magnificent ape.

I talk using chemicals,
A paracrine dream.
I listen with receptors
To get wind of the scheme.

Beyond our capsule,
A cocoon of tough stroma 
Is a bodily system,
One part of the soma.

Within this organ
Where I'm locked into place
Are cells that look quite different:
Neurones ensuring we keep pace.

They coordinate this colony, 
With logical axioms
Delivering suggestions
Through long-reaching axons.

In scarcity and abundance,
Some cells get disease.
Beyond staying still,
they metastasise.

Their progeny spreading
Neuronal efforts now futile.
White cells recruited
Restoring order, being brutal.

The xeno population,
Sometimes deadly, mostly passive,
Are also policed
To protect us from havoc.

I'll keep up my work
I like being alive.
But this society's getting sicker,
We're heading back to the divine.
#science  #philosophy  #spirituality  #unity  #diversity 
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Imagine you have the opportunity to meet a famous person (living or dead) who you truly admire(d). How would this meeting go? Would you invite him/her over for dinner? Take a walk? Catch a movie? Poetry or prose welcome. Please tag me!!
Written by landru in portal Stream of Consciousness

Stephen Colbert, My Soul BAE

We would talk for hours about politics, and compare our notes on who's the biggest scifi nerd.   He would sign all my books, my shirt, and my forehead.   Then we would head to Neal DeGrasse-Tyson's house and talk about the universe for a few hours.   We would sit at a cafe in Brooklyn, eating pastries and talking about life.   Then, who should come along but Jimmy Fallon and James Corden.   We would all get in the car and sing songs from musicals in perfect harmony, finally ending at the Emmy's, where I would co-host with Stephen dressed in a couture dress made entirely out of duct tape from Office Max, lovingly crafted by Tim Gunn.   We would wow the crowds, sing a duet from Spamalot, then, at the very end, we would parachute out and fly into the sunset behind Air Force 1.   And we would live happily ever after.

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Imagine you have the opportunity to meet a famous person (living or dead) who you truly admire(d). How would this meeting go? Would you invite him/her over for dinner? Take a walk? Catch a movie? Poetry or prose welcome. Please tag me!!
Written by landru in portal Stream of Consciousness
Stephen Colbert, My Soul BAE
We would talk for hours about politics, and compare our notes on who's the biggest scifi nerd.   He would sign all my books, my shirt, and my forehead.   Then we would head to Neal DeGrasse-Tyson's house and talk about the universe for a few hours.   We would sit at a cafe in Brooklyn, eating pastries and talking about life.   Then, who should come along but Jimmy Fallon and James Corden.   We would all get in the car and sing songs from musicals in perfect harmony, finally ending at the Emmy's, where I would co-host with Stephen dressed in a couture dress made entirely out of duct tape from Office Max, lovingly crafted by Tim Gunn.   We would wow the crowds, sing a duet from Spamalot, then, at the very end, we would parachute out and fly into the sunset behind Air Force 1.   And we would live happily ever after.
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Written by Echo in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Cafuné

He is the marrow in my beautiful bones,

The trembling, tender tendons in my thigh.

He is the yearning yawn in the mellow morning,

And a sweet, soft, promising kiss goodbye.

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Written by Echo in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Cafuné
He is the marrow in my beautiful bones,
The trembling, tender tendons in my thigh.
He is the yearning yawn in the mellow morning,
And a sweet, soft, promising kiss goodbye.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #erotic 
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Prose Challenge of the Week #8: Write a Haiku or Tanka about the supernatural. The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. Winner will receive $100.
Written by Erik_kunsthaus

A warm waft

A warm waft...

The gleaming sun’s soul

falls upon my breast.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #8: Write a Haiku or Tanka about the supernatural. The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. Winner will receive $100.
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A warm waft
A warm waft...
The gleaming sun’s soul
falls upon my breast.
#soul  #warm  #waft  #breast 
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Describe in 10 words the feeling of loss.
Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Loss is...

Falling

Into

Limbo

Abandoned

& shuddering

Deep sorrow

& emanating deprivation

Empty.

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Describe in 10 words the feeling of loss.
Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Loss is...
Falling
Into
Limbo

Abandoned
& shuddering
Deep sorrow
& emanating deprivation
Empty.
#poetry  #philosophy  #challenge  #spirituality  #sad  #loss  #opinion  #10wordsorless 
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