neko - Hello Poetry

neko Aug 2013

the past

i knew a girl who
was very good with
words
yet not so good with
the truth
weaved in them

but she is in
the past.

neko Aug 2013

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i watched the wine glass fall
and scrubbed away the stain
but i never told of
the shards of glass in my feet
or of the pain

neko Aug 2013

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your soul is an infinite wick with no beginning or end, allow afflictions and worries to ignite your paraffin. radiate it’s heat as it becomes your ember.

we are made of wax

neko Aug 2013

false ownership

we say OUR universe and OUR earth because we see something very beautiful and as humans we instinctively want ownership; the same kind of scenario as when a young kid wants the cutest puppy or the prettiest dandelion
but reality of it all is the exact opposite: we are the universe’s children, it owns us
treat it that way

neko Aug 2013

depths of me

most of the time thinking about you is a perpetual sun burn spreading down through my arms and leaking out from my fingertips

whether that is a good or bad thing, i am still yet to figure out

my love for you is endless
i tend to fear the fearless
worry is relentless
and i am
pathetic

i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me

these people here don’t understand
shoving verses and false faith down my throat
until i choke
until i die

we create our own fears
so why do we fear them?

i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me
i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me

so many things are happening
and all we do is stop
and stare
and wait
and hope for more
what arrogant pieces of **** humans are

now i am on a train
full of dead people
some sleeping
some looking out the window, thinking thoughts without points or angles or boundaries
lost souls searching for someone to sail across their hearts
(instead of just dipping their toes in and deciding for themselves that it’s too cold for a swim)

i am here to tell you
that i knew everything
i know everything

i hear your
voice
whispering somewhere

within the depths of

me

i love the moment when i put on my glasses
i can see the world in so much vivid, beautiful clarity beyond what
i can
imagine

i am afraid to move because i might cough up a novel

i hear
i hear
i hear your voice whispering
from somewhere
not yet
discovered

i am afraid to speak because what if i speak too loudly

THE AIR SMELLS SO GOOD AND THE WIND CHILL IS JUST RIGHT AND WOW YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL WHILE GAZING AT THE MOON

i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sidewalk talking
i have 6 dollars in my wallet and legs made for walking

if you can’t face reality then teeth it

it is twilight
1am birds are chirping
there is a lightning storm across the sky
awaiting the first rainfall
if these morse code messages aren’t enough to live for then i don’t know what is

i am alive
under the sun
it kisses my skin
like your lips on mine
a burn so good
something to remember

and i hear your voice whispering
old familiar tunes
humming to the beat
this poem we have created

somewhere within
the depths
of me

neko Aug 2013

rotations

i ask myself that all the time
did i find you?

the sun is at your back
and the sky matches your eyes
and off in the great distance
storm clouds rid themselves of their contents
onto cracked, parched earth
unclear light toward the horizon

i step on the gas
i grip the wheel tight in my hands
i let visions of her play in my mind
every time i hear her voice a kind of silence washes over me
and for the first time in my life i knew who i was destined to be and
who i was meant to be with
and no other thing has ever felt quite like belonging to her does

this is how i was made
and here i am
resolute
none of this can be undone
and i will never be the same

the sun stooped to kiss the night
the sun burned holes into the sky
the sun spoke to the earth in language of the universe
rays and waves and secret forms of communication
and underneath the ground a curtain parted
to show all of the things that had been lying dormant in that place

a new thing began to bloom
they were flowers born on the same day
under the same rain falling and
into the same overwhelming light

the flowers tore themselves wide open
to show each other what was hidden inside

your eyes flashed fire
your eyes flashed nebula
and my heart would have died otherwise

neko Aug 2013

create

create
you spend your life wishing you were something, while surrounding yourself with things others have created
so create something for you
create something for the world
create something beautiful and totally magnificent and don’t let anyone else ever see it
love yourself
because before you know it you’ll be a lifeless shell under the dirt

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