language — transparent, like dew, iris, cells, when things were yet to be named, at the beginning in the cradle of nothingness, where darkness came first, before light, before fire and earth, Oceans, the favourite child, and the sky, with her celestial, feathery friends, lazing on that hazy chasm; from the horizon, emerged forms and words and poetry
Death is not a cursed, bleak end. No less holier than Life which does give us birth against our wills. Should this be called mercy? Lovingly, it devours immense those illusory grandeurs as conjured by Life. It doesn’t coerce into being existence unsolicited, granting— endowing – as if in good will a sanctity so close to nought. --- What in a life compels thee to sink miserly into a banality so wretched; to lose thyself in an aimless sail. When death does come— Embrace thee undoing with open arms. A willful end weighs as much, as an otherwise nihilist birth. Truth be told.
“No life is more sacrosanct than its very own death.”
It’s cold outside. Too cold to be considered a typical day in Florida. The night sky plays a familiar lullaby that surrounds my broken spirit and carries me home. The clouds are breaking apart into a pattern of transition and dissolution. I close my eyes and imagine my energy bouncing off the atmosphere of cosmic infernos and leading me to a new destination full of happiness and serene promises. The stars giggle at my naivety and shove me back towards the earth. I frown and try to grasp the Milky Way, but my hands frolic among nothingness and the moon light blinds my crying eyes. I begin to fall and images of regret and pain crowd my foggy brain. Not everything you see is what it seems, whispers The Moon.
I look up to the sky and realise how large this universe is and how endless the possibilities are and how minuscule I am in comparison, and I am dehydrated. I am dehydrated with a thirst for life that no man could ever quench.
"I'm fine,everything's fine" -takes a sip of Cosmo #1 "But everything hurts so bad, my heart is aching" -downs the rest of Cosmo #3 "I hate that I still love him even though he smashed my heart" -cigarette #2, Cosmo #4 "I need to stop crying" -lungs,eyes and face sting from screaming, crying and inhaling too hard "Everything ******* hurts!" -but, where's my drink? I know I have a drink somewhere. ...where's my lighter, I need my ******* lighter. "Everything's numb, I can't feel my hands" -Cosmo #6 now broken on the floor "I can't feel my heart beat, and I can't cry, why can't I cry?!" -room spinning, eyes closed, lungs burning. " **** " - ...
Original poem-also posted on my blog burningsaphire.