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things revolve around you in strange ways.
you pull me in with gravity
and i find myself facing the infinity
of your strange galaxies-
closing gaps
finding stars and finding planets
i have always dreamed of space exploration.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.27.2016 @ 5:15 am


He held the tarot card in his hand and pursed his lips. He read the equivalent meaning in his guidebook:

Authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation.

If reversed: Domination, excessive control, rigidity, inflexibility

This did not answer the question he had in mind. Not in the way he had wanted. He cleared the table with one sweep of his arm. The upside-down card stared back at him with a glint in its eye. His empire would rise again. His people would come to love him. It was only a matter of time.

He snapped his fingers and they took the prophet away. No cards would tell him his rule would not bring glory back to this kingdom. His father had built all this up for him. He would not disappoint.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.23.2014 @ 9:09 pm


the darkest places are always
where the stars are brightest-
i remember you saying this.
it is almost as if cities decide
that the lights belong down on
earth – from an airplane, the
view of the urban landscape
feels like you are looking
down at the night sky.
i guess this means our
progress comes at the expense
of forgetting the ones that
always brought us home
in the days we were lost.

one day, if i ever achieve
my dreams, i know it will be
because you guided me
back to where i wanted to
go, when i needed it most.
i learned to chart each and
every path around you,
when the horizons around
me were unfamiliar.

and even if this means
we will go on separate paths
one day, you will never really
fade from the memories of
each time i observe the sunset-
i could never really drown out
your light, even if i was able
to restore mine. i guess this
was why it’s accurate, that i
met you from the transition
of insomniac-filled nights
to painted mornings-

because maybe you weren’t
the common perception
of what we think are stars-
not all of them appear
in the night time;
and not all of them are
of the same distance,
even if they might
appear to be.

and i am willing to take
on the risk that we
belong on different
timelines – but you will
always be the reminder
throughout my history
of the possibility of
new beginnings.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.06.2014 @ 3:56 am


there was something in the way
you would talk about how
you saw the world – and it was
then that i realized that amid
the darkness around you,
there would always be
something to show that would
be larger than life – beyond
anything i’ve seen,
and always worth looking
toward. it is true that i can
see the same thing, tucked
away in smaller views, in
brighter places that don’t
have to be as cold – but
there is something
irreplaceable, about seeing
it for how it’s made to
be appreciated – out
in the world, surrounded
by people who can
share in the experience.

this, i realized – was your
vision. how wonderful
it’ll be, for the person
you one day find who
will be the projection
that fills the darkness
for you.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.05.2014 @ 7:28 am


His unkempt hair stuck out in waves, and she stared at him to preserve this image of him in her head. He had woken up a few seconds ago, and his eyes adjusted to the room around them.

“…We really did it.”

“Yeah.” She ruffled his hair. “We’re married.”

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.03.2014 @ 10:12 pm


The number zero is full of infinite potential. You start with nothing, and can fill it with everything. The truth is that this is when you can reach the farthest.

People forget that in the end, everyone is a fool.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 06.10.2013 @ 10:15 am


I remember you most in
frayed gray trenchcoats
and the way you always
said mysteries don’t end
with their solutions.

There were questions
left unanswered
when you took off
unnamed under a fedora
that shaded your eyes
from the reality
that you were
never coming back.

And I took every
single clue there was
to try and map out
the fingerprints
you left all over my memory
and an attempt at
looking for notes
that resembled
your handwriting
because I refused
to believe that
there were mysteries
that weren’t made
to be figured out.

Because the only
things I allowed
to be unsolvable
were people
as dysfunctional
as you.

And maybe I was
just unprepared
to face the truth
of how improbable
the evidence left was
because I tried to
prove to myself
that it was impossible
that I couldn’t
defy the logic
that came with
your deductions
so effortlessly.

It was difficult to accept
that you were right
when you said
that mysteries
don’t always end
with their solutions.

Because I couldn’t
find you anywhere-
my eyes could
only assume
to see you

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 04.09.2013 @ 10:27 am


I would like to believe I’m a well-made cake.
But the truth is, I’m still in the making.
Sometimes I realize the flour isn’t sifted yet.
Or that I don’t really know what baking soda is for.
The oven is outdated by now.
And unfortunately, I don’t know how to turn on the gas.
I constantly burn my fingers on too-short matches.
I keep trying to knead out my rough patches.
Without realizing that there is such thing as too much.
I have never been very good at baking.
I keep telling myself I will be a three-tiered piece.
But my layers keep crumbling into themselves.
And I think I may have used salt instead of sugar.
I rely too much on frosting to cover up mistakes.
There are places where the mixture failed.
And I am not a masterpiece ready for a celebration.
The cake did not rise up like it had planned to.
You would think following a recipe would be easy.
But instructions are not always concise.
Life is not always that predictable.
And sometimes you really are just clumsy.
But I am more than measuring cups.
I am not just well-branded ingredients wasted.
I am an effort of three hours and flour patches.
I am a honey-stained apron on a Saturday morning.
I am what children try to make for their mothers as thank you.
I am what the awkward guy tried to make on Valentine’s day.
I am what the lonely watch professionals succeed at on motionless days.
I am the holder of wishes as the world makes revolutions.
I am more than just a failed attempt at doing something step-by-step.
So why do you keep saying I’m a lie?

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 04.07.2013 @ 5:09 am


The vines outside my house
slowly start to take over
and trap me inside
but I’ve long given up
on the idea that
the outside meant
any kind of freedom for me.
And I watch as the vines grow
and the way they can’t
stand on their own
and think to myself
that they’re lucky
that when people get
their fruit it can at least
be used for celebrations
and they help people
want to be more free-
which is more than what
you can say for me.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 04.05.2013 @ 10:10 am


It had started with a tiny ticking noise in my head, and from there I don’t know how it spread. All I know is that it was driving me crazy. It kept repeating itself, like the sound of a clock. So I ran through my house smashing every last timepiece I could find. I hate it. I kept hearing it and it was reminding me that I was too late.

I was too late.

I didn’t come on time.

I should have.

Tick. Tock. Tick;. Tock.

They found out the clock virus was a plague that had started because of a hack in human psyche. Initially harmless, they say, it did have the capacity, however, to drive others to madness depending on their psychological profiles. That was when the dangers started of the ticktock virus started to settle in.

To this day, they have no cure.

And one day, it will bring me to a screeching halt as my mind snaps.

Then they will all be too late.

Too late.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 03.31.2013 @ 8:45 am


I picked up the medal and dusted off some of the sand from it. It had an old faded eagle on it, but the text at the bottom had been scratched off and was barely readable. I flipped it around in my fingers and closed my eyes to wait until I could feel the past washing over me. There was a wreckage. And there were several gunshots. I could hear children screaming, and felt the blood splatter all over my face. This was the worst part of this ability – for now I was really in the moment. I could smell the gunpowder, and taste the blood drying on my lip. This medal had fallen off in a struggle to get past defenses, to try and get back home to a family.

“For glory and honor.”

The bronze eagle was proud as it beamed up at the sky, falling from the tattered uniform of a man who had lost his head for what they claimed was the greater good.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 03.29.2013 @ 8:12 am


I stood there on the peak of the cliff and overlooked the town. I remember way back when they promised we would be the aid of the human race. But no one knows what’s happened since then – why they started becoming so afraid of us.

But then, they did say I might have been a defective model of the original artificial human blueprints.

They didn’t expect models to develop emotional capabilities. Empathy. They couldn’t understand that I could make art. They wanted to deactivate me, and that started causing a riff.

Now I’m just sitting here on a park bench I love watching the town from.

I don’t know when all this started to happen. I don’t know when I started becoming more human.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 03.10.2013 @ 9:10 am


There have been movements. We’ve wanted to be accepted for the longest time – but humans have always considered us inferior. Eventually we became angry. We wanted to be considered equals – after all, we had the capacity to emulate sentience. The only difference was that we were logical – but there were also logical people in the world. The trouble was that we were /also/ artificial, along with being logical.

We, however, didn’t see why that mattered.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 03.09.2013 @ 7:03 am


She didn’t notice she was bleeding until someone pointed out quite calmly that her arm was gone. This was when she turned her head and stared at the stump on her arm, and nodded to agree with him.

“Why yes, it appears I am bleeding. I’m armless now.”

I couldn’t really comprehend what was going on, and looked between the two of them. They were strangers to me, but I couldn’t help being concerned enough. I asked if they had any plans of taking her to the hospital.

She just stared at me that it was refreshing that for once, she got to experience having blood gushing out of her.

The two laughed, and they walked away while she left a slowly disappearing blood trail behind her, and I noticed their sillhouettes fading off into the distance, and the girl put up her new arm around the guy’s shoulder.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.26.2013 @ 10:30 pm


It had all began with a murder. It sounds innocuous enough, or as innocuous as a murder could possibly be. However, it was from that chain events that slowly began the extermination of essential life forms for the survival of the human race. This was when many officials began to worry about the future, and had started the development of a back up plan. So they took the murderer and from there used him as a base for developing a new systematized human replacement. This was after his execution, of course.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.03.2013 @ 6:30 am


There were many more like me here. We had eyes that lit up with ones and zeroes, and that was the language we all understood. It wasn’t that we weren’t human, though many tried to tell us that. We were in fact, made as close to flesh and blood as we could be. It was the only way the rest of them would survive, through the creation of us. We were the artificial human systems. We tried our best to fit in, but understanding all these illogical things of humanity was difficult.

But we tried.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 02.02.2013 @ 2:53 am


They walked around in their gray ties and squared shoulders, trying to ignore the repetitive ticking of the clock.

They all knew they were going to die one day. The only difference would be that no one would particularly notice. It was alright though, they knew nothing was immortal.

The only thing that would last forever would be this monotonous cycle.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 11.16.2012 @ 1:04 am


He tasted the mint on her tongue, and immediately knew that she had been lying to him. He knew her taste far too well by now.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 10.11.2012 @ 8:13 am


You put the weight of your world on my shoulders, and took my hand so we could run through the world and show them how happy you were now.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 10.09.2012 @ 2:13 am


So you took my breath away and trapped it in a bottle, for the greatest theft of your life. You put your ninja mask on and hopped off the window ledge to throw the bottle into the sea, and told me that maybe I’d be lucky enough to get it back one day.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 09.28.2012 @ 5:56 am


She wrapped her blanket around herself. It was new, and he bought it that night before he left, and told her he wanted to keep her warm. She hated it, it smelled like mothballs and was nothing compared to the feel of his arms.

But she needed something to stall her while she finished sewing the pieces of his arms back together.

If she couldn’t have his arms around her, nobody could.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 08.21.2012 @ 8:54 am


I drifted through the mist and fog. I wonder what it must be like for all the other characters that got stories.

It’s cold, here in this place. Maybe one day I’ll be saved. The chances of that are small though. No one really comes back to get you from here. Only a couple were eventually given their own stories. Their own worlds. A purpose. An adventure.

A life.

Sadly, not everyone of us gets those.

A forgotten concept is never so lucky.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 08.12.2012 @ 11:48 am


Her life was heading far too fast. She wanted it all to just go away, and she covered hear ears with her palms and started to scream. Maybe if she could scream loud enough, she could drown out the world. She shut her eyes and felt tears streaming down her cheeks, and silently prayed to a god she didn’t believe in. Just for something, anything that could save her.

She slowly opened her eyes and blinked in surprise at the site of the laptop in front of her. A simple notepad application, with what appeared to be her entire life story. And then she realized what she wanted.

She highlighted the bits of her life she didn’t like, and smiled when she realized how easy it would be to press backspace.

The next day, no one really knew who she was. She was broken, automated. Almost inhuman. Something was wrong, like there were bits of her missing. Then they realized it- when they looked into her eyes, it was like there were dead pixels.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 05.18.2012 @ 7:47 am


The smell of something rotten was the only reason anyone noticed she was gone. They found her body at dusk. 2 weeks after.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 12.21.2011 @ 3:40 am


It began with a marker in a bathroom stall, tucked away in a gas station far from where people expected her to be. She wrote out her last words for the world on the back of its door before leaving.

Then she drove off to the old motel with a gun in her hand. They found her the next day and said she died without a suicide note.

They had renovated the gas station, starting with painting over all the graffiti in the bathroom. People were glad, they said it was full of nothing but nonsense and vulgarity.

A blank slate. A new beginning.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 11.12.2011 @ 8:43 am


I hated that my flaw used to be a lack of conviction. Maybe you could have believed me when I told you I loved you, if I was the speaker I was now, back then.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 10.11.2011 @ 10:43 pm


There are mysteries that even I couldn’t solve. One of which would be why she had a cheese fetish.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 10.09.2011 @ 3:46 am


He held the lock of hair he had clipped from her head, and she stared back in horror as it turned to ash in his fingers. It was then that he learned: she was more mortal than she gave herself credit for.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 09.10.2011 @ 4:12 am


And as he ran his fingers through her hair, he realized he missed the feel of silky hair more than anything else. Right now, hers just felt like straw.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 08.24.2011 @ 8:05 am


She closed the door behind her and the car drove away.

A new life, she sighed to herself, as the town’s image grew smaller.

» Posted By Serena Mithane On 08.21.2011 @ 8:36 am

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