Exosphere: Favorites

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Satsih Verma

The survival of your
skin was important. I have nothing
to say. As you are. Revolution will tell.

In my defeat, I have
won. No mercy, no help. All this is
not mine. I discovered an event.

Finding my muse, my melting
passion, a god. My regret haunts me.
People who were dead started speaking.

#life

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Nice to See You

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Stephanie Grice

Nice to See You

Oh hello
It’s nice to see you there
Have you been watching for a while?
Can you tell me what you see?
Is there something I can help you with?
Is there something wrong with me?

I noticed a smirk
A smile
A impish grin
I wonder what have I gotten myself in

Time is relative
It’s neither here nor there
A day could feel like a life time with the right people
But time is also not fair

But what is fair?
What is right and wrong?
In my eyes it’s 2+2 is 4
In yours it’s 3+1

Like the cosmos
We pass through each others light
Atoms moving so quickly
Racing through the night

So hello
How are you?
Nice to see you there
Would you come over here
Would you dare?

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Old letter

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Ivy Chakma

Old letter

I will love you when winters are old and summers are tired;
I will love you between all hours;
For my mind only wonders with you and what can I say about the heart, it’s fallen too.

#love #letter #lover #expression #attachment #hours #winter #wonders #fallen #seasons

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Everyday

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Notepad

Everyday

I wake up the same
laying on forgotten sea
thinking I was found

another day to be

Jul 2023 Exosphere

M2M

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Bvaishnavi

M2M

Maybe just maybe,
I'm exaggerating things,
Maybe it's not that bad,
Maybe there's still a chance that I keep showing up,
And everything will be fine.
Maybe it's already all fine,
Maybe it's just my head,
Maybe just maybe,
I still can do anything,
Like I dreamed 8 years ago,
Maybe just maybe,
I still have a chance to be great,
Maybe just maybe.

Jul 2023 Exosphere

MY Son

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Katrina Zechman

MY Son

My one year old son, his laugh so pure and sweet.
It's enough to fill my weary soul with life's purest heat.
His eyes, two bright stars in the night's dark sky,
Glistening with unbound curiosity as he soars ever high.
His skillful little hands, unrivaled in glee,
Stumble through his puzzle only to surprise me.
Time seems to stand still as I take in my proud creation,
And as I sweep him up in my arms he screams my name in jubilation.
In this moment I know there's no greater love than what I feel,
My one year old son is the only one my heart's ever sealed.

my little boy

Jul 2023 Exosphere

Dismantling My Life

Jul 2023 Exosphere

William J Donovan

Dismantling My Life

I write my essentials so as not to be forgotten
   by the time my funeral service and the casseroles
   and my cold ashes in some anonymous jar are an
   afterthought while the living move on as we do.

   Know that I was born March 23, 1949, at 5:32 am
   in Cincinnati, Ohio. Named William John Donovan
   the second. Firstborn son, 2 older sisters. I'm sure
   I was shriveled like a prune and PTSD after the chute.

   I lived a typical baby boomer life in that time.
   A whole bunch of hi jinks and other mistakes marked
   my time. A million laughs, a billion grins and pain
   and regret, etc. The scale is centered as far as I know.

   I'm now 69 (oh how long I wanted to say that) and I'm at
   a delicate place. I must dismantle my life. The **** collected
   is monumental. It's precious to me, only me. Proof of stuff
   I did at school, sports, work and clothes that defined me.

   Books are my essence. They map my life more than anything.
   I pile myself into boxes. I drop them at Goodwill. Goodbye.
   Soon I'll be empty enough to disappear. Please read this
   prayer and put me in a special place inside your heart.