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Mos Feb 2017
Every day I am told to grow up
Implying they mean to make an immortal child die
As if growing up gives comprehension
on why the sun reflects onto the moon
As taught by Oliver
My child eyes see a universe within the sky
People of self-same age do not fathom
that maturity is not measured in age
Rather a gathering of self-confident knowledge
and spirituality

My angel knew these traits
long before the birth of his being
A naturally wise soul
In a community of people
stuck in an endeavor
to learn purity

Whilst the physical entity of Oliver
is not within physical reach
all must remember
immortal children
with child eyes
never die
for my friend Oliver who died February 16th, 2012
i love you Oliver
Mos Feb 2017
Today I filled a swimming pool with my tears and understood why my depth was only eight feet. I am bounded by this wall called safety and set with rules and regulations on how to use my goods correctly. No matter how many times the rules are intentionally broken the walls still provided boundaries.
Today I filled a swimming pool with my tears and understood why oceans scared the **** out of me. They went on for seemingly forever, engulfing my tears into an endless sea of melancholy. There were no safety barriers added, leaving room for depth and the ability to sink into parts of myself I was too scared to dive in for.
Today I attempted being an ocean by overflowing a swimming pool with my tears and ended up drowning myself instead.
Mos Feb 2017
The balance of love shows itself in the form of a familiar triangle
You know, the one we were examining before we tried to cut the heartstrings connecting us.
I pointed to the centre– explaining how it was impossible to reach the balance point;
It felt like empty love, but now what?
We are attached by the bond of souls and whether or not the balance of love is ever achieved it's still the most exquisite happiness I have ever felt

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