Things were never perfect
That's what made it
great
It was good,
made beautiul from the illusion that there wasn't a
glass ceiling to
how much we
could love each other
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Fragile cosmos; not expanding but exploding what it wished were a
soulful, solitary display
All of His contemplations;
a quarry of quandry for
which the upper depths of
space are the baseline
Stars, no longer an expression of a
dying Son, ethearalize upon a canvas that can either
crush The Father
or remain
painted on the dark side of the
moon; a face mistaking it's
frown for a grin, nobody to correct him
Of His own volition;
a never-ending shift of balances
throwing Everyone into it's tantric evolution
Shotten wishes, raining onto the unawakened
Hushed gasps collapsing into
vacuous nothingness
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
Universal entropy,
masking it’s plan
Perceivable good and
evil, much more than so
A light waiting to be shone
beyond which we can ever comprehend
Camouflaged, patient;
wickedness one day proving itself
God’s rippling gift
And yet, the present seems bleak,
The great unknown rests
behind a curtain,
even to you
Keeping us suspended
above countless destinies below,
those realities flickering like traffic from
a private city rooftop
Our actions,
for an audience we are unaware exist
So not for naught,
do indulgences befall
Some good can come of our mistakes,
even if it's to faces we'll never know
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Scattered across my bedroom floor,
glimmers of light staccato on wilted rose pedals
Memories of us,
the faintest slapback of the person I was with you,
flicker with lethargic buoyancy
Fondness for fondness sake,
denial as a delicacy
Your face, obscured in these floral polaroids
Impressions of who you were;
what you meant to me,
a struggle to behold
but recognizable in ripples across the faces of others
Remains of an entanglement that seemed to answer
why the universe was even formed to begin with
This omnipresent truth laying abed the other
jagged reality of our affair;
it was never you,
it was my self-possessing pursuit of wholeness
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Nipping on earbuds
Frosty crackling intimacy
Voicemails unreturned
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Love
is excitement and the lack thereof
Sensuality
developing across
a bed of thoughts
Effervescent
Droning
Bending to your will and
guiding it
Alluding you entirely
Compatible in all ways but one,
or one way but none
Love is whatever you make it to be
defined only by the realization of it's existence
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Oh,
how you have begot routine
An occupation entered most
unexpectedly
Consuming a once
vivid and polymathic soul
Seeped into your bones
Left you forgot,
a flickering and
dying star
Yes,
you're here every day,
but you're heart feels vacant;
gone away, or really still at
home, wherever that is
Your body's traveling the
world, but your mind's spinning in
circles,
too fast to see past the
fugue
Will you reminisce of these days to your future
children?
Or will you skip this period,
for this is
not really you to begin with?
Hope
your intermission will come to an end
May you someday return, spirited and
renewed
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC