snow

night comes quick here. the tundra shrinks from view.
ten thousand stars appear quite suddenly.
in gaps between lights arc and trail.

two beam shots. one flies by.
the other skirts past the leg armour.

breaths hang thick in the night air.
both sleep and warm beds beckon.
yet the lights grow more vibrant, intense.

a quick turn allows for return fire.
through splintered metal retaliation is almost instant.

eyelids simply weight too much now.
snow crunches under footfalls homeward.
flashes of light blaze on an empty tundra.

crippled limbs. thrusters wrecked. weapons broken.
two shots. one for the head. one for the chest. it’s over.

~~~

mecha orientated kind of fun. the best kind of fun.

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Nitori Kappashiro

hooray for amateras records!

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void

the engine went dead two days ago
the distress signal beeps every hour or so
the oxygen display loses a unit

shedding light, the nebula’s look pretty
lights streak about the void
counting and naming stars passes the time

the distress signal still beeps
the oxygen display loses another unit
still, there’s two billion stars left

Magellanic_Clouds_―_Irregular_Dwarf_Galaxies

~~~

a poem about being lost.

image found on wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Magellanic_Clouds_%E2%80%95_Irregular_Dwarf_Galaxies.jpg

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Nitori Kappashiro

i’m liking amateras very much.

floating

to have a ship capable of light speed. to witness the fuselage fade from view,
the hull slowly vanish from ones sight and the cockpit melting away to leave
only the vastness of space before me.

~~~

it’s coming apart. it’s been coming apart for weeks now. sometimes a panel,
other times a funnel. all left floating in deep space. the skirmish was
fierce and help is distant. at some point the cruiser will disintegrate.
its just that no one knows when.

~~~

the mecha are huge, and i am small. to the rear the base rests in ruin. and up
ahead the valley has become a sea of flame. yet, i need only to to turn left or
right for the prospect of freedom. but heavy footfalls end such whims.

~~~

read some of kafka’s short stories, and felt inspired to try some science fiction ones.

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Jjjj

y’all should play shovel knight. like right now.

clean

a thin orange sliver brightens the night
enough to take the top off the fighter.
contact so clean there’s no smoke.
just the soundless plummet ground ways.
idle dust on a twisted fuselage
the incision still glowing orange

two fighters make for a second pass.
freed from the armour plating
a toothen mawed rifle grins, and grins.
doesn’t take long
for fuselage to become a shower of black shards
flying past crimson armour, still unbowed.

~~~

when all else fails, refer to giant robots. solves everything.

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Nitori Kappashiro

2 things. amateras records are pretty great, and i’m digging this trance thing.