Archivist's notes: This should be read in the ancient style: aloud, with lights and displays depowered. Permission has been granted for the lighting of candles (see oxygen rationing exemptions). Dedicated to the search for New Earth.
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I dreamed of you yesterday, and I awoke to tears of joy. Though you are not yet born, and we shall never meet, I know I must send this to you.
I have a name, and I am young. In this regard, we are similar. I write to you mostly because you cannot write to me. I have questions for you, but I lived many centuries ago. So I must do my best to think what you might want to ask me and try to reply.
Here, the ceiling, everything, is filled with openness. It would probably be quite scary were I not used to it. I wonder what is like where you are, and if you are afraid. Large hardened plants tower over me, ten times my height or more. I run fingers along their sides. They watch over us. I suppose things must be very different there.
The place where I live is complicated to explain; there are many people living here. I feel that perhaps you might like it, as I do. Oxygen is abundant where I live; you breathe and there it is. Not just here, but everywhere. Some people complain that the air here is not great. I do not mind.
Do you know what animals are? I suspect that you do, though I worry that there may not be many there. That makes me feel sad. There are many animals here, countless wonderful creatures. I like to look at them. They feel alive and free and full of hope. I am not sure if I imagine they feel that way, or if they imagine I do. Anyway, I think we feel the same.
I have a secret to tell you. In my dream, I saw where it is you are. That is why it I thought it might be scary. It was a metal tube, way up in the endless blackness. Though I know you are not there yet, I did try looking for you. Standing out in the green, I looked up. but you were not there. The small feathered ones sang.
I know you are there, regardless. I think of you as a friend, and I hope, I hope you find what it is you seek. I hope you are with a friend. Friendship and hope will surely not be eroded by the countless ages.
I know I will never have answers to my questions, but there is contentment in the asking. I do not know what will become of me, but I think of you, and I am glad that I may be remembered by a friend.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
i gaze on your thousand galaxies,
and warmed by your countless suns,
this is my song.
as i take to the waves,
you are my ocean;
my boat, my birds, my sky.
you are my moon, my hope, my rain,
so it is, inevitably,
until you blink again.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Wine, wine is a wonderful drink
"I'm wonderfully drunk", I wonderfully think
"I'll quit my job, drink wine every day!"
Drink red wine and white wine and maybe rosé
For Sober October I'll switch to grape juice
(that's been fermented, and turned into *****
Won is really a winederful drink
I thunkfully drunk, I'm drunkfully think?
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Hello goodbye
Wait
Tell me why
You can't do that
Girl
I feel fine
Don't bother me
Help
Let it be
You can't do that
You won't see me
I'm down
Because
(From me to you)
And I love her
& She loves you
It won't be long
Here comes the sun
Girl
Tell me what you see
It won't be long
Hello goodbye
I'm down
You won't see me
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
you are petite and pretty
and i am tall as
i approach the bus stop
that you will call home until one comes along
i want to look at you but
somehow i feel this might scare you
as i walk past
i look right across the street
i mean you no harm
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
no thought in the words today
rhythm gone out the window
no edits, no allusion, no allegory
i am sad and heartbroken
it hurts. i'm not functioning well
i'm crying, snot everywhere,
don't see the poetry in it
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
i remember the temperate souls more than the sun
new faces hiding old friends
eager for fun and so kind
what are the words for this beautiful iteration
this reminder of childhood's unquestioned joy?
i too seek incontestable delight
trusting and guiltless
the only life is happiness
the only happiness is gratitude
i have seen myself in a thousand gentle mirrors
my heart is light and knows the way
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
it's cool and sunny,
cloudy and bright,
the breezy park is joy.
the sun goes in
the sun return,
return its glorious hold.
don't care what gone,
don't care to come,
my lungs are filled with green
my eyes is close
my face is warm.
this, oh this, is life.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
speak to me now of your rapturous dreams
i shall write them in letters of gold
they resound in my soul, they make my heart sing
for i know, i too
can chase my own
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
i hold you in my arms
knowing it to be the last time
must this hug goodbye ever end
why do i feel this way for you
you who comfort me now as a friend
goodbye mixed messages
hello disconsolate heart
i would rather be here
in your unloving arms
in your unloving arms
than be home
this park i know well
its seasonal rise and fall
blows that warm december breeze
your mouth, your hair
my tears as you ride away
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC