Pose for me. so that I can write a poem about you.
So that I can be inspired.
So regal, so gaunt, you're going to be a star
soon.
With your death comes your decomposition comes
your rebirth comes your relive comes your
redeath...comes the death of the Earth. Comes the sun, comes the stars,
-and every time I check back in, you avert your gaze, stoicism,
god forbid I realize you're interested in anything outside your
own chaos theory about destroying the constitution of
men by raising them right.
But you saw me write that in my mind
and now you've switched demeanors to
the disapproving yet ultimately caring parental.
It's funny that I rescued a parent
in you. (Tried to.)
While doing my best to provide (the best of dreams) for both of
us, I somehow hit a bump in the road
that beat me into awareness.
Now that I'm awake, I can tell you, you're
just like me: terrified, alone in your body,
wrought with worry about the possibility of
your mind never reaching mine.
Neither of us were well enough prepared for this
to end so soon.
Trust me to share in your discomfort in
dying with no true heir.
But trust me also that I have become as
much you as any progeny could ever be.
And know that I do NOT trust you
to definitely leave me this time...you've
Cheated before.
Made me feel like we really were angels, if only for each
other. You've crossed me for the last time though.
Like a bridge, I collapse, and I rise.
Like a breath I am labored, I fall for you,
to mark safe passage. But I DO NOT WILL
NOT CAN NOT Burn away. You will always pass by way of my support.
You're small again. Like when we were young.
I feel like I could hold you in one hand.
Sometimes it takes a lot to make us realize the magnitude
of the things we are experiencing. It takes stakes
for us to see that this is one moment we are sharing
forever and never again. It takes pains to force us to
put these experiences down in writing, and it takes guts
to know. to know. to Know. that this love is **worth
having** every god **** second that we breathe.
It takes a lot of guts, to know, when you won't be coming
Back.
to a place you call Home.
Because that feeling you were holding onto
went down deep in Earth.
And up into space.
But somehow it's still in you
when you sleep and dream and wake and eat and breathe and
live and die
and [Move]
and (swim.)
Where you belong is not a constant.
Where I belong is not fixed down.
Especially when
what you are, my love
changes forms so
frequently.
And you're moving along so fast.
I couldn't hope to stop you now...
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Pose for me. so that I can write a poem about you.
So that I can be inspired.
So regal, so gaunt, you're going to be a star
soon.
With your death comes your decomposition comes
your rebirth comes your relive comes your
redeath...comes the death of the Earth. Comes the sun, comes the stars,
-and every time I check back in, you avert your gaze, stoicism,
god forbid I realize you're interested in anything outside your
own chaos theory about destroying the constitution of
men by raising them right.
But you saw me write that in my mind
and now you've switched demeanors to
the disapproving yet ultimately caring parental.
It's funny that I rescued a parent
in you. (Tried to.)
While doing my best to provide (the best of dreams) for both of
us, I somehow hit a bump in the road
that beat me into awareness.
Now that I'm awake, I can tell you, you're
just like me: terrified, alone in your body,
wrought with worry about the possibility of
your mind never reaching mine.
Neither of us were well enough prepared for this
to end so soon.
Trust me to share in your discomfort in
dying with no true heir.
But trust me also that I have become as
much you as any progeny could ever be.
And know that I do NOT trust you
to definitely leave me this time...you've
Cheated before.
Made me feel like we really were angels, if only for each
other. You've crossed me for the last time though.
Like a bridge, I collapse, and I rise.
Like a breath I am labored, I fall for you,
to mark safe passage. But I DO NOT WILL
NOT CAN NOT Burn away. You will always pass by way of my support.
You're small again. Like when we were young.
I feel like I could hold you in one hand.
Sometimes it takes a lot to make us realize the magnitude
of the things we are experiencing. It takes stakes
for us to see that this is one moment we are sharing
forever and never again. It takes pains to force us to
put these experiences down in writing, and it takes guts
to know. to know. to Know. that this love is **worth
having** every god **** second that we breathe.
It takes a lot of guts, to know, when you won't be coming
Back.
to a place you call Home.
Because that feeling you were holding onto
went down deep in Earth.
And up into space.
But somehow it's still in you
when you sleep and dream and wake and eat and breathe and
live and die
and [Move]
and (swim.)
Where you belong is not a constant.
Where I belong is not fixed down.
Especially when
what you are, my love
changes forms so
frequently.
And you're moving along so fast.
I couldn't hope to stop you now...
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