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The Doctor orbited the planet, searching for the perfect place to land the TARDIS. A new mission was at hand; a mission that required his full attention and utmost devotion. He was to find Rose again.
By Rebecca URL on 02.06.2012
Orbit is in space, space is in time, time is forever yet always comes to an end. Time is something one should not waste. A clock has two hands.
By Logan on 02.06.2012
The moon orbits the earth, the earth orbits the sun. Around and around, spinning too. That gives us days and the moon gives us months and our orbit around the sun takes a year. 365.25 days exactly – but we make leap years every 4 years.
By Emily URL on 02.06.2012
Red orbited the blue in the veil of the underworld. Surprisingly colorful for dead people. The spirits wore bright colors with forest greens – a great gold oak hue, or perhaps reminiscent of a shivering redwood with silver leaves and stark purple branches.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 02.06.2012
The Earth is orbiting around the Sun and the Moon orbits around the Earth. All of the planets orbit around the Sun and most of them have satellites that orbit around the planets. Orbit is the path traveled around something. Orbit is also a brand of toothpaste.
By Damaris URL on 02.06.2012
Awwwww yeah. That is the call of the rogue moon as it finds a planet to temporarily orbit, satisfying it’s orbital urges for a time. The life of the rogue moon is one of freedom, lonliness and orbiting planets while their backs are turned.
By Ellie URL on 02.06.2012
as moons orbit around planets
as planets orbit around stars
as I orbit around you
nothing is changed.
By soraoshi on 02.06.2012
My world is out of orbit;
it used to just flow so easily..
Now, it seems that nothing is right.
I can’t seem to find
what is right.
h e l p
By Samantha Rose Schaefer URL on 02.06.2012
i couldn’t pick up the pieces fast enough,
all the pinpricks of space between my fingers falling through
and there was never a crash or burn because
in space you can’t hear yourself think
and maybe sometimes you can’t even feel anymore.
that longing for you, my heart stops breathing,
and the pieces tumble down into nothingness
as i let go and fall after them into the abyss
of the orbital i’ve made of myself
around your unassuming, oblivious heart.
By featherb URL on 02.06.2012
I dream of a wider world, deserts, beaches, rivers, of rocks, trees, grass and sky. I dream to feel the heat and the rain. I dream to smell sunshine, damp earth and campfires. I dream of the daily stunted orbits which take us away from each other to our worlds of toil becoming a vast orbit of shared adventures.
By daleleelife101 URL on 02.06.2012
She’s walking down the corridor again, with that happy, carefree smile that makes too many heads turn. I could yell at her. I could shout and growl and snarl. But I won’t. I’ll stand still and watch with pained eyes and clenched fists.
Because she means the world to me.
She’ll go on and live a happier life than I can give her and I won’t complain. I won’t even dream of thinking of interfering. I’ll just stand here and let her walk by.
As she’s passing with the breath of every season wrapped around her. The smile she smiles for me, makes my heart bleed and burn.
Because I am her planet and we are stuck in the same orbit.
By Sara H. URL on 02.06.2012
A physical event, circling and passing a larger object. Pulled by a force, driven by destiny. Like a satellite orbits a planet.
Like thoughts orbit your mind.Waiting to be anchored to an action.
By Ian Hind on 02.06.2012
We all orbit around the sun. We’re helpless to it, there’s nothing we can do to change it. We are at the absolute mercy of the sun. Forever. Trapped by the sun. Always.
By Baylee URL on 02.06.2012
She’s his whole world. Everything orbits around her. Balances around her.
By Caddie on 02.06.2012
He was always told the world didn’t revolve around him.
By Amelie on 02.06.2012
We all belong to her, like pawns on a chess board. She does with us what she will; moves us on her whim or sacrifices us to an endless darkness. It wasn’t that we chose to be so weak, but rather that her own strength was too strong. We hang in a black eternity, like planets that orbit her: our very own sun.
By Skäila URL on 02.06.2012
We were thrust from the trajectory, into some outer space path. I craned my head back and watched the stars as they unfolded in that unnatural way, and it made my head hurt. A lot. So I just closed my eyes and imagined it instead.
We were, as I had decided to recall, somewhere far beyond what now we were trying to be. Where gravity did not affect us and where we could be among the stars, among the souls.
But when I opened my eyes the show was done and the lights were up. Back we were pulled into the satellite dance that leaves us all alone, to planes, and a tearful farewell by the loading dock.
By haywirehay URL on 02.06.2012
For eons past, the goal of obtaining the planet “She” had been a stellar task. It was “She” that his orbit revolved upon, “She” that occupied all of his far flung fantasies, “She” that drove him mad in his quest for the stars. It was this way until the meteor “Pook” disrupted his orbit around this so called “heavenly body”. He was now free to explore the galaxies.
By Andreo Bongco URL on 02.06.2012
Orbiting my table, the waiter seemed to be lurking about, waiting for an opportunity to say or ask something. I sighed, knowing he would eventually ask it or I would ask him if there was something he needed. It happened all the time.
“Waiter.” I said, wanting to get it over with.
The young man smiled hugely and came to my side immediately.
“Yes, Ma’am. Can I get you anything, Ma’am?”
By Eileen Maki URL on 02.06.2012
i seemed to be orbiting around you–you were my sun.
i could feel your pull from miles away.
when you turned black and lost your fiery warmth,
i became lost in the endless darkness
and i’m still lost
searching for what used to be my light
i, a lonely little planet, am too insignificant for you to look for
but i still dream of the day when your warm rays will save me
and i will be happy
By Melanie on 02.06.2012
I Orbit around their order
So tired of it it’s sickening
By Kidd on 02.06.2012
You became center of attention and lost mine. I’ll become my own planet if you’re hoarding more than one moon.
By Jessica Bang URL on 02.06.2012
the world is in orbit around the sun, or is it the other way around? Sill world, doesn’t know which way it is going. The sun goes around and around for days on end, but the days end on night. Or is it night, or merely a retraction of light? Orbit.
By Emmy on 02.06.2012
Earth orbits the sun, in a pattern, that to our human race seems never-ending.
A hundred years of a human life isn’t even a blink of an eye in comparison to the millions, no, billions of years that our solar system has been in existence. Where did it all begin? Do we even have a number to represent the age and vastness of our awe inspiring universe? We have learned so much and yet so little. And will we exist long enough to discover all the secrets the Universe hides away in her many intriguing and beautiful features?
By ana maria URL on 02.06.2012
The space station simmered as it scraped and whizzed through the ionosphere. a long astronaut looks out onto the new day’s sun peaking over the clouds of Africa.
By MagnusGames URL on 02.06.2012
One day, I will go into space. I will orbit the earth, laugh at the amazement of it, float in my rocket cubicle, discover things beyond the world, enjoy it all. One day.
By Brianna URL on 02.06.2012
Clambering around a square
Below wooden fingertips and
Above concrete stairwells
I aim to meet you
But my orbit falls too short
Seconds too fast
By SayLiz URL on 02.06.2012
The life is going on whether how you want it to be or not. It doesn’t stop until you want it to stop because of something in your life you don’t like or something or someone that stops you from living. Being.
By seasonsiina URL on 02.06.2012
He’s destined to come back into my line of vision. Maybe always.
By Bethany URL on 02.06.2012
Happiness was a gift I delightfully accepted when I came into your stratosphere it was given to me like leis from a greeter in Hawaii. I needed to feel accepted. A comet like me always seems to crash into parties, but you welcomed me whole heartedly into your abode.
By Ruben URL on 02.06.2012
Around and around we went. This is what circling the drain must feel like. For someone who got motions sick as easily as I did, travelling in circles was not my favourite pastime. If you ever question: to orbit or not to orbit, definitely, go with not.
By Tess11 URL on 02.06.2012
I’m in orbit, circling you the way your thoughts circle the tree before it will die in the near future which will eventually be our recent past. It’ll be time and again, when the tree comes to life and dies again, although I suspect you don’t know that, and if you did, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t remember for more than a moment as you mind went out of orbit and onto a straight path of its own.
That’s how we are too much alike, dear.
By Lancir URL on 02.06.2012
The gum commercials in Russia
With the ladies and their vaccume cleaners
Digging out green cladden bacteria
With huge smiles on their faces
You could buy them in tiny packs
Stuffed like over sized caviar into the tin foil
I’d never seen the chiclet kind in the USA before
The pineapple kind was my favorite
Oh and I guess this could be referring to a rocket ship?
By ellie griffith on 02.06.2012
it was all i could think about, the thoughts roaming around my head like tiny planets in orbit. they held my attention so tightly firmly grasped in some insane binding force that i could not control.
By sara on 02.06.2012
Today i woke up, unsure of where i was.
It didn’t matter to me because I knew I wouldn’t be here long.
The ground gave way.
The sunset turned into a forest of green.
By yum jin kyung on 02.06.2012
Lift me off my feet,
so me a different phase of the moon,
an obscure view of the world,
blow my mind.
Spin me in circles,
until I launch off,
and create my own orbit,
with you as my rings.
By zoe URL on 02.06.2012
The earth orbits the sun. This is a common fact of life. A bit of info we keep in the back of our minds as we look up at the stars at night.
Each star has its own planets. Thousands of stars, each with their own solar system.
Gazing up at the black of the night sky, one might say they feel small, insignificant. Like they are staring into the abyss and it is staring back, cruel and cold and empty.
That we are the only sentient life alive in the universe.
I look up and I see community, connection, possibility.I can’t give in to the same cynical frame of mind. I have to believe that when I shout out into the vacuum of space that, somewhere far away, there is an echo answering back.
By Alexandra Bell on 02.06.2012
The bearded man droned on for what felt like hours. Jamie caught a snippet here or there about the orbit of the moon and other astrological nonsense, but he was preoccupied with the luster of the blonde hair of the girl two rows ahead of him in the lecture hall. She always arrived late, sitting in the same seat, and Jamie had never been able to see her face; however, he had spent days gazing into her lovely hair, watching as it cascaded down the smooth curvature of her back in graceful waves. Though he often stayed behind to converse with their professor after the lecture had been completed, the girl sped through the door as soon as the period ended. Today, Jamie resolved to follow her.
The bell rang, and the girl swept her things into a bag on the floor. Jamie hadn’t noticed the bag before, having been so captivated by her hair, but it was a thing of beauty in and of itself. Slung over her thin shoulders, the gray canvas had been decorated with some thousand intricate doodles, the residue of black Sharpie markers leaving their smudged trail across the fabric. Jamie jumped to his feet, swinging his backpack over his shoulders, and sped out the door. He followed the girl at a respectful distance, hoping that something small might fall out of the worn bottom of her bag and slip to the floor, allowing him to pick it up and approach her with purpose. However, no such opportunity arrived before the girl reached the bike rack outside of the massive brick building, duly unlocking her bike and riding away across the green. Jamie swore he had never seen such a graceful bike ride before, the girl’s form moving ever further into the distance.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself resolutely. Tomorrow.
By Zoë Aiko URL on 02.06.2012
Its interesting that when we’re younger, we’re taught all of these scientific concepts, the sun orbits the moon etc. but as we get older all of those are replaced with newer and more accurate concepts and we’re constantly readjusting our schema, our view of the world, to fit in all this new information. Why can’t we ever just be told the truth from the start?
By nikki on 02.06.2012
There is nothing more lonely than watching the rest of the planets orbit around each other and knowing that you were not, are not, and never will be included in their space party.
By Becky on 02.06.2012
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