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SZ Dec 2016
Moving on is realizing
that loving someone new
does not mean that
your past feelings were faithless.
Love is not finite,
it grows with you.
Joy Nov 2016
Finitude, the luck of humanity
Where gods sit on clouds
Dreaming to be cleaved from eternity
November, 2016
Secret-Author Oct 2016
Three months of us
Three months of you
But mainly months of me
They were so long,
And wonderfully weary
But I had that time to see

How to have the moment
Make it last,
And then truly make it shine
How to smile with you
And be alone
And learn to love what's mine
Derby Sep 2016
Life and money and time are
Finities
I can only escape in death
And yet
I feel free and
Adamantine, unlimited and
Everlasting—
But only for you.

It is as if
You are dead to me,
I to you—
In a good way.

Are we alive and
Finite?
Or dead and
Without bounds?
Perhaps a bit of both,
For our hearts beat
Just the same,
Though we are, too,
Dead inside—
In a good way.
Megan Zhao Jan 2016
Infinite vs. finite
Lasting vs. ephemeral
From ancient history
to the present day
Humankind has been
fighting for one or
two things only:
to permanently stay
or permanently exit
Pauline Celerio Nov 2015
People say forever is the only kind of perfection
But some say, "No, it's only a deception."
But I do not need forever if there is right now,
I long have accepted that you will leave me somehow.
Every hour is precious, every moment is gold.
You are one of the memories I will always hold.
I long have expected this soon-to-be heartbreak,
So I broke a little bit of mine every time, to ease the pain.
I thank you for the good times, it has been fun and great.
And the next we see each other is a matter of fate.
I will always be wondering what-could-have-beens
And I will always be pondering what-would-it-seems
I don't need forever where I can't have you
So I will settle for an hour where I can hold you
But alas this has come to an end,
So I guess I have to bid you farewell, my friend.
You showed me how finite good days can be
But you gave me perfection in every second, indeed.
I am forever grateful for the finite perfection you have become to me.
Poetic T Aug 2015
It was like an echo, an echo always heard
What would happen when it
Ceased,
Refrained,
Terminated
Its toll upon my thoughts,
But I found others heard this calling
Never voiced whispered unheard.

Raeh eseht sdrow nekops
Resaeler morf slioc htrib
Eht yek sah won denrut

Liked garbled refection knowing what
Is unknown, heeded as whispers
Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder
As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear,

"Leave me alone,

"I just spoken to air,

Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said?

"Yes,

"Don't worry friend they'll not last,

"How long have you heard these thoughts,

Since I was born, I have known there meaning
Were yours garbled nonsense?

"Yes,

I understood the first one long ago, now just
Comfort these thoughts.
Like music on my soul, easing my moments

"There singing to me now a lullaby of.......

"Nurse,
"Nurse,

Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could...

"Sorry he's gone,
"Did you know him long,

The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone
Eleven years old,

To young on this earth for him to be gone,
He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the
Whispers to let them talk.
Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken
Few words made sense.
Spoken,
Birth,
Key
To open what I need to concentrate. I listen
To the words spoken to me of a heart young
But mind as sharp as others older in
Wisdom than me.
I listen, empty minded moments letting the
Words speak upon me.
Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and
I eventually hear words in clarity.

"Hear these words spoken,
"Release from coiled birth,
"The key has now turned,

With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear
Everything as these words now have meaning they
Sing,
Whistle,
Serenade
To me as my heart releases all fears,
And I realise that this is my chime.
I am at peace as the words whisper nothings
But I understand all the words spoken to me.
This is my end my song of ended moments time
Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.
Ella Gwen Aug 2015
The stars hang sleeping in a salted sky
as faulted feet tread paths worn smooth
all is stilled and all is awry
and the whispers of the wind
have nothing to prove.

The blackness is crushed velvet,
to be caressed with his touch
as distance travelled is at once
precise and all too much

for the stars are awake now
as I lie happy in this taxing grip;
he loves me imperfectly
and we are the sinking ship.
Some prefers infinity than finity
Frankly saying, I prefer finity

Limits and borders
Are proofs of existance
Infinity is just
An unknown finite

We are finite, they say
Therefore, we exist
Imagination is infinite, they say
Therefore, it's not real
Reality is bound to be finite

The universe is infinite, they say
Does it then mean that it's not real?

Some prefers infinity than finity

Frankly saying, I prefer finity
Ella Gwen Jul 2015
You miss me.

But still you throw your words
and I get caught up in a hailstorm of paper
shallow but deep cuts
as we fall or fly towards disillusion.

I see you
standing straight on high; heavy with
all the threat of the curve of the earth
and I

must not blink.

And in the darkness miss
your wondrous eruption inevitable
falling, flying

into something more than here,
something more than now,
something more than we.
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