you said I'll be your first and last

and you end up being my forever first,

and I'm never your last.

What a strange constellation she makes,
sweet stellar body
that I view from
a safe distance
cause she would
burn me like the sun,
scorching me
with her radiant beauty,
as I study her astronomy
the anatomy
of cosmic glory.

I am dying of thirst
And you are water, laced with poison.
Let me die happy in your arms.

Of what?
Me
So what?
Let it be
How long?
All day baby

Each and every glance
dominates my eyes.
Not to be thrown away,
I store them in my mind.
Like snow under the sun,
I'm melting all the time.

A message
An email
A wave
A "hello"

And I get so happy

It doesn't have to be anything special
It's just so nice to be reminded
That you exist

UNKNOWN


THE CREATION OF CREATOR IS UNDENIABLE



THE PARADOX
WHAT WAS CREATED????????



THE WELL OF IGNORANCE IS ABYSSAL
OUR VOYAGE TO SEEK IS ARDUOUS
OUR PATH TO KNOWLEDGE IS ABYSMAL
PAVED BY TORTURED SOULS BEFORE US

Time takes my hand
And gently brings me to my feet
It watches as I stumble
It teaches me to speak

Time watches me grow to an adult
From a child
It takes a step back and once again sees me stumble

Time grabs my hand
And roughly knocks me off my feet
It yells at me and screams
Why'd I waste it with defeat

our souls will probably wind up in the same cemetery.
two plots away.
too far to roll in my grave and see you.
just barely out of touch.
close,
but never quite close enough.

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

i know this hurts,
but i guess i'll hold onto your memories forever

I am beautiful
Stronger than ever before
Don't forget that babe

i changed the lightbulb cause my boss asked me to
i was going to do it myself but then she asked me to

A boy was sitting on the ground,
Suddenly, a question from deep inside was found
'What is love?' he asked the girl sitting in front of him
'Is it just the absence of even a single sin?
Or a drop in the ocean, like any other emotion?'
'Love,' said the girl
'Is what brings us together.
It's a wave in the ocean, that goes on forever.'

She tells me my hands are warm.
In that moment
I feel the raging fire
once used
to burn my ancestors.

And that makes me wonder
Why haven't I burned anything down
except myself?

Am I a beloved
Creation of God?
Governed by
Instinct.

Or

Am I a beloved
Child of God?
Governed by
By Grace.

Signals of the world
lay a web of information
over my face

they infiltrate
through my senses
excite my brain
and captivate me with grace

amazement and the wish
to understand what
they push and pull in me

in my thoughts
and needs
in my strands to their
hearts, their hands, and feet

from my knowing to their
knowing in a knot
from everyone to everyone

O sant'asinità, sant'ignoranza,
santa stoltezza e pia devozione,
qual sola puoi far l'anime si buone
che umano ingegno e studio non l'avanza.
Non giunge faticosa vigilanza
d'arte qualunque sia o invenzione,
né dei sapienti contemplazione,
al ciel dove ti edifichi la stanza.
Che vi val (curiosi) lo studiare,
voler sapere quel che fa la natura,
se gli astri son pur terra, fuoco e mare?
La santa asinità di ciò non cura,
ma con man giunte e in ginocchio vuol stare
aspettando da Dio la sua ventura.
Nessuna cosa dura
eccetto il frutto dell'eterna requie,
la qual ci dona Dio dopo le esequie.

it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct

It’s done,
I’m done.
My friend stopped talking to me
My pride is gone
I am done.
Everything I took pride on.
I confided in.
Has murdered me.
It’s done
I’m done
Goodbye

I would climb walls
to get to you
mountains even
if that's what it took
to spend one more
moment with you

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe

You know the words
make little sense.
But they replay
over and over and over
in your head.
And no matter
how much you could just
let it go,
just let it all go,
the pain of what they said
still grows.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow