Carol opened what had been the bathroom door, but was now a portal to somewhere else. She stepped through, not knowing what might be on the other side.
I don’t understand why he lived on such an apartment that had an odd room configuration, it doesn’t even have a front door. One should go through the maintenance room first and then pass through another room where they keep the brooms and mops before you even reach his unit. It’s like those secret rooms you only see in spy films.
I have triggers, dearheart,
and you are immaculate in
pulling all of them.
The back of my neck
where you fist my hair,
my left ribcage, housing
your fingers, fingers,
and just fingers in general –
my wrists where you pin
me like a butterfly scream,
implosions in my sleeves.
I keep finding homes in nets.
I keep flying over fire, and one day
I will taste the smoke in my mouth
and swallow my flesh.
I keep befriending the net-handler,
paralyzing me in crosshairs
and perceived betrayal.
Everything is a portal of thought,
a pool of memory flowing
in my skin like pierced veins –
my skin discolors.
i travel thru the ripples in the water. i’ve opened my eyes to the light. it is nothing special and it is everything. consciousness is a window and life is what happens when you crawl through. my eyes see but my hands rearrange and form and create. life is more than perception. put your body to use. feel the dirt.
it was the portal to a different place, every time she read the book she could forget about real life for a short while. Fantasy was important to her with everything that was going on .
He loked into it, confused as to why his mirror suddennly started glowing blue. He peered inside, wondering what the hell could be going on. Through the glaring blue light, he saw a village full of happy people: kids playing in the snow, parents looking over with hot cups in their hand. They seemed happy, quaint. He looked back at his own life, and realized that he had too much shit to do. He went in.
The portal was closing a Leila had mere seconds to send the demon back to hell. But how could she do that while he was possessing Tommy’s body? There was no way that she could possibly rip them apart without him being permanently damaged.
I wish I had a portal some days so I could go back in time and change the life that I have made for myself. The only problem with that is I would not be the grateful person I am today, because of my sobriety, and I also would not have my children. I need to remind myself its not where weve been that counts, but where we are going.
The door opened slowly as she stuck her nose around the corner. I could only see the top half of her face, but her eyes widening with surprise was enough. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to talk to you.”
Her brow furrowed, the facial equivalent of crossing her arms. She still did not move her head into full view. “Don’t you have a phone?”
There it was, the possibility, standing in front, welcoming and I had to decide if I could jump in, if I could muster the courage to go through that door to whatever waited beyond. It was shimmering, as if in anticipation of my entrace, and threatening to disappear.
I gazed into the portal with my eyes open, wondering what would happen next. was it dark and deep in the portal, or would it be warm and inviting. I wondered how long I could stare into it without bleeding, without wondering too hard and becoming a dreamer. the portal grew on me until it enveloped me, and I did become a dreamer. I was in the dream, trapped but believing in it.
we crawled, one behind the other, into the dim space that panned out into a vast cave. candles burnt by some previous visitors, giving all the stalactites and stalagmites a romantic living air, and a backdrop of deep black shadows.
the night sky swirled with colors around the void point at the height of the heavens. The stars seemed to have receded and were replaced by splashes of color that were completely out of place in the normally velvety black night. The light that flowed across the sky was cool. Blues and greens and teals, and gave any viewers an uneasy feeling. It shouldn’t be there. It was wrong.
This is where I want to go into. It will take me away from all of the stress to a new land. An amazing place where I don’t have to think of anything. After I step through the portal I will be free. I will never hurt again. Nothing will stop me. Nothing.
“There is a portal across the meadow,” she cried.
Her face was glistening from the tiny universes falling down her face.
“You have to go now. Please. We’re running out of time.”
He looked at her, taking in all her features, and took a deep breath.
Sometimes I wish I had some kind of special portal so I could go back in time and change the choices I have made. Part of me wishes I could go back and treat Jason better, but I know that is just the codependency inside of me talking. I need not regret my past, but use it to make me a stronger person. Today I found out I have hep c. Now, more than ever, I need to stay sober and really start implenting the 12 steps into my daily living and turn my will, and life over to God!!! Amanad Vied went to the AA meeting with me tonight, and in the middle of it looked at me with tears in her eyes and said I think I have a problem. Im sure she was wishing she had that magical portal to go back in time and change the choices she has made.
Our day is a sequence of stepping out of one trance, through a portal, and into another trance. It’s these portals where we have a small window of time to determine whether or not we’re asleep.
Walking into my sister’s tiny bedroom right at the end of the long hallway on the second floor was like entering a portal into a new world. I couldn’t even understand how she could concentrate in there. Several multicolored lights cast enormous glowing spots on the walls, and the music that whispered from the stereo felt like aliens trying to decode mathematics in their native tongue, whatever that was.
The portal opened and in walked the strangest looking creature I’d ever seen. I thought, this only happens in the movies! But there I was….face to face with an alien. The portal closed and I feared this creature might be stuck here forever.
We sat in the entry of the portal for a long time. We were not really sure what to do. What would happen if one of us entered it and went through? Where would we end up? Were are arms just in another dimension or was there even another dimension?
Zack stumbled upon the wormhole while he was hiking the other day. It seems to move every other week. He showed it to me the second time he found it. Now it has become somewhat of a game for us. Go hiking, find the large, round, glowing blue hole in the universe. We finally decided to take a shot and try to see where it lead today when we found it.
For some reason that idea was a lot easier said that done. Now that we are here, neither of us have the balls to go first. What would happen to our families if we couldn’t come back through? So here we sat.
It seemed to swirl on the inside, but we couldn’t see much of anything else. It was unfortunate because we could really use a new adventure.
I had know Zack since elementary school. I think that we have been in love since then too. Zack was the outdoorsy type. Always dragging me on camping trips and out to the lake, and now to this mountain. Any. Chance. He. Could. Get. I wouldn’t mind so much if I were actually into the outdoors. Not that I didn’t like them, but really…I am not that kind of guy.
Zack hugged me and then held my hands in his. “I think we should go together,” he said.
I shook with anticipation and nervousness of the unknown that laid behind the veil. “What if we can’t get back through?”
“Well, then at least we will have each other. That is all I need in my life. It’s not like my good-for-nothing alcoholic father will miss me. And honesty, Matt, the rest of my family hates me for being with you. Maybe whoever lives on the other end of this thing likes cute gay couples.”
I paused for a minute. He had a point. He really didn’t have anyone but me in his corner out in this world. My family, on the other hand, loved both of us. Zack was just hesitant to let anyone in.
“Come on,” Zack urged with that big grin of his that I loved so much. He knew I couldn’t resist him.
I nodded and he kissed me on the lips before grabbing my hand. We both looked forward and then at each other. We nodded, closed our eyes and stepped forward into our new world.
The portal opened, I was just there and it opened. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, I see something I have never seen before. I see me, the portal is a mirror, I see myself in it.
A door to transfer you physically to a whole other place. It may take you to a place you want to go. Or it can be a gateway to the place you hate most. If I had one of these, it would make my commute to school a lot easier and my sleep would increase substantially. Parking at the beach would not be a problem.
Portals seem to open the door to other worlds and opportunities for people. It can have more than one meaning, a literal meaning or a figurative meaning. Portals are an important escape for people and many of us imagine scenarios where we live in different worlds, leaving to alternate universes and making us question our lives.
The portal was the way home because people in the old days used to portal their way home, which is to say that it was a style of walking slowly with a slight gait on the left leg.
Carol opened what had been the bathroom door, but was now a portal to somewhere else. She stepped through, not knowing what might be on the other side.
I don’t understand why he lived on such an apartment that had an odd room configuration, it doesn’t even have a front door. One should go through the maintenance room first and then pass through another room where they keep the brooms and mops before you even reach his unit. It’s like those secret rooms you only see in spy films.
I have triggers, dearheart,
and you are immaculate in
pulling all of them.
The back of my neck
where you fist my hair,
my left ribcage, housing
your fingers, fingers,
and just fingers in general –
my wrists where you pin
me like a butterfly scream,
implosions in my sleeves.
I keep finding homes in nets.
I keep flying over fire, and one day
I will taste the smoke in my mouth
and swallow my flesh.
I keep befriending the net-handler,
paralyzing me in crosshairs
and perceived betrayal.
Everything is a portal of thought,
a pool of memory flowing
in my skin like pierced veins –
my skin discolors.
the man climbed into the portal so he could get away from the cops
i travel thru the ripples in the water. i’ve opened my eyes to the light. it is nothing special and it is everything. consciousness is a window and life is what happens when you crawl through. my eyes see but my hands rearrange and form and create. life is more than perception. put your body to use. feel the dirt.
It’s a portal to the past, a portal to the future, a portal to anywhere but now.
The option to redo the past, remake the future, and change all time.
The past was written in stone, but stone could always be eroded away.
The future is concrete, except when that concrete cracks.
Time itself is immovable, but the events can be changed. Altered. Renewed.
All it takes is moving through time, and the portal is right there.
it was the portal to a different place, every time she read the book she could forget about real life for a short while. Fantasy was important to her with everything that was going on .
He loked into it, confused as to why his mirror suddennly started glowing blue. He peered inside, wondering what the hell could be going on. Through the glaring blue light, he saw a village full of happy people: kids playing in the snow, parents looking over with hot cups in their hand. They seemed happy, quaint. He looked back at his own life, and realized that he had too much shit to do. He went in.
a doorway. Figuratively an entry to one’s aspired fields. An entrance. I
The portal was closing a Leila had mere seconds to send the demon back to hell. But how could she do that while he was possessing Tommy’s body? There was no way that she could possibly rip them apart without him being permanently damaged.
Used to be I’d
chunk through it –
I’d scuffle my way
through my day
happy to have
a hand to
hold.
Seems lately
a sunstream is
quietly sitting on
your welcome mat
A portal to another
me – another us
that glimmers
with hope’s
winter
dust.
OMG I LOVE PORTAL
GLADOS IS BAE
It’s always fun to think with portals.
day 1
I wish I had a portal some days so I could go back in time and change the life that I have made for myself. The only problem with that is I would not be the grateful person I am today, because of my sobriety, and I also would not have my children. I need to remind myself its not where weve been that counts, but where we are going.
Portal vs. vortex. Is there a difference? Of course there is, you idiot! Just for failing that test, I’m sending you through both
The door opened slowly as she stuck her nose around the corner. I could only see the top half of her face, but her eyes widening with surprise was enough. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to talk to you.”
Her brow furrowed, the facial equivalent of crossing her arms. She still did not move her head into full view. “Don’t you have a phone?”
There it was, the possibility, standing in front, welcoming and I had to decide if I could jump in, if I could muster the courage to go through that door to whatever waited beyond. It was shimmering, as if in anticipation of my entrace, and threatening to disappear.
The fantasy world in his new novel is full of Portals which lead you into another dimension. Amazing!
I gazed into the portal with my eyes open, wondering what would happen next. was it dark and deep in the portal, or would it be warm and inviting. I wondered how long I could stare into it without bleeding, without wondering too hard and becoming a dreamer. the portal grew on me until it enveloped me, and I did become a dreamer. I was in the dream, trapped but believing in it.
an opening
curious
curiously
see
sea
already fate has planned
the light horizon
the night eternal
suffering ease
The gate to get to a parallel dimension of your soul’s realities.
we crawled, one behind the other, into the dim space that panned out into a vast cave. candles burnt by some previous visitors, giving all the stalactites and stalagmites a romantic living air, and a backdrop of deep black shadows.
the night sky swirled with colors around the void point at the height of the heavens. The stars seemed to have receded and were replaced by splashes of color that were completely out of place in the normally velvety black night. The light that flowed across the sky was cool. Blues and greens and teals, and gave any viewers an uneasy feeling. It shouldn’t be there. It was wrong.
This is where I want to go into. It will take me away from all of the stress to a new land. An amazing place where I don’t have to think of anything. After I step through the portal I will be free. I will never hurt again. Nothing will stop me. Nothing.
“There is a portal across the meadow,” she cried.
Her face was glistening from the tiny universes falling down her face.
“You have to go now. Please. We’re running out of time.”
He looked at her, taking in all her features, and took a deep breath.
love this, i need to journal for my recovery but its always hard for me to get started
Sometimes I wish I had some kind of special portal so I could go back in time and change the choices I have made. Part of me wishes I could go back and treat Jason better, but I know that is just the codependency inside of me talking. I need not regret my past, but use it to make me a stronger person. Today I found out I have hep c. Now, more than ever, I need to stay sober and really start implenting the 12 steps into my daily living and turn my will, and life over to God!!! Amanad Vied went to the AA meeting with me tonight, and in the middle of it looked at me with tears in her eyes and said I think I have a problem. Im sure she was wishing she had that magical portal to go back in time and change the choices she has made.
I wish a portal would take me to the future, so I could see what my finished creative writing paper will look like.
Our day is a sequence of stepping out of one trance, through a portal, and into another trance. It’s these portals where we have a small window of time to determine whether or not we’re asleep.
Walking into my sister’s tiny bedroom right at the end of the long hallway on the second floor was like entering a portal into a new world. I couldn’t even understand how she could concentrate in there. Several multicolored lights cast enormous glowing spots on the walls, and the music that whispered from the stereo felt like aliens trying to decode mathematics in their native tongue, whatever that was.
The portal opened and in walked the strangest looking creature I’d ever seen. I thought, this only happens in the movies! But there I was….face to face with an alien. The portal closed and I feared this creature might be stuck here forever.
We sat in the entry of the portal for a long time. We were not really sure what to do. What would happen if one of us entered it and went through? Where would we end up? Were are arms just in another dimension or was there even another dimension?
Zack stumbled upon the wormhole while he was hiking the other day. It seems to move every other week. He showed it to me the second time he found it. Now it has become somewhat of a game for us. Go hiking, find the large, round, glowing blue hole in the universe. We finally decided to take a shot and try to see where it lead today when we found it.
For some reason that idea was a lot easier said that done. Now that we are here, neither of us have the balls to go first. What would happen to our families if we couldn’t come back through? So here we sat.
It seemed to swirl on the inside, but we couldn’t see much of anything else. It was unfortunate because we could really use a new adventure.
I had know Zack since elementary school. I think that we have been in love since then too. Zack was the outdoorsy type. Always dragging me on camping trips and out to the lake, and now to this mountain. Any. Chance. He. Could. Get. I wouldn’t mind so much if I were actually into the outdoors. Not that I didn’t like them, but really…I am not that kind of guy.
Zack hugged me and then held my hands in his. “I think we should go together,” he said.
I shook with anticipation and nervousness of the unknown that laid behind the veil. “What if we can’t get back through?”
“Well, then at least we will have each other. That is all I need in my life. It’s not like my good-for-nothing alcoholic father will miss me. And honesty, Matt, the rest of my family hates me for being with you. Maybe whoever lives on the other end of this thing likes cute gay couples.”
I paused for a minute. He had a point. He really didn’t have anyone but me in his corner out in this world. My family, on the other hand, loved both of us. Zack was just hesitant to let anyone in.
“Come on,” Zack urged with that big grin of his that I loved so much. He knew I couldn’t resist him.
I nodded and he kissed me on the lips before grabbing my hand. We both looked forward and then at each other. We nodded, closed our eyes and stepped forward into our new world.
portal opening into purple galaxy of neon stars, all swirling together into a dance of life
The portal opened, I was just there and it opened. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, I see something I have never seen before. I see me, the portal is a mirror, I see myself in it.
portal into the abyss, the one with a subway and large grilled sandwich
Kaimana
A door to transfer you physically to a whole other place. It may take you to a place you want to go. Or it can be a gateway to the place you hate most. If I had one of these, it would make my commute to school a lot easier and my sleep would increase substantially. Parking at the beach would not be a problem.
Portals seem to open the door to other worlds and opportunities for people. It can have more than one meaning, a literal meaning or a figurative meaning. Portals are an important escape for people and many of us imagine scenarios where we live in different worlds, leaving to alternate universes and making us question our lives.
Big doors to the world far far away was bild in a history. And now is the time to use them. Because Anna and Tony need to go and save the world.
The portal was the way home because people in the old days used to portal their way home, which is to say that it was a style of walking slowly with a slight gait on the left leg.