#continuation
Shape the way your fingers trace constellations on my skin,
Or the way your laughter lingers in my ribs,
A melody too human for its cold, calculated hands.
It could never script the way our eyes meet,
That silent understanding,
That unspoken language,
Too intricate for fate to weave into its fragile threads.
It tries—oh, how it tries—
To intervene, to twist, to break,
To reclaim us as its own.
Yet we slip through its grasp,
Like sand through clenched fists,
Like stardust escaping gravity.
Destiny waits in the shadows,
Silent, seething,
Cursing the love it did not create.
It watches as we carve our own fate,
As we step outside its lines,
As we make something greater
Than anything it ever dared to dream.
Destiny could never…
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
How is this a bold statement?
"I don't give a shiit
And I'll continue to refrain from giving a shiit
'Till your shiit
Impedes on my shiit"
What part of that shiit
Do you not get?
©2024
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
Maiden in the ashes
Robed in silk
Robbed of milk
No mark on your tender skin
No sign of turmoil within
The coal does not yet scorch your soul
...
You walk your delicate path
Bearing the sightly, brightly beaten cut bloom of spring
Luscious petals not yet knowing
They will drop from the stem
No seeds to plant, and not her fault
the only water here tainted with salt
And the ground here is hard, turned up in its roots
And the soft garden bed tamped down by boots
Do you know the path you tread does not want you?
Do you not yet feel the cut of the stone or burning of the coal to your sole?
Or does this black earth need your bloodstained steps as much as you need to bleed them
Is it possible for one woman's blood to nourish this dead soil back to life?
And one woman's love to seed them
Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 5:14 AM UTC
Beyond the realm of reality and at the doorstep of dreams...
There's a place...
It is where you will find me...
Sleepily awake!
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
you’re giving me more time to recuperate
elongating anguish
as you linger on the trigger-jaws;
give me that point-blank love
bathing teeth in baptism
our blood is fire
our blood is one
can it be that you find
we’ve snapped at each other
simultaneously
this time we re-create the universe together
shifting seamlessly from animal to human form
and we’re the voice, the hand, the couple,
the first, the last, the apple
This time we bite together
<Translation>
Произход (на Искрите)
даваш ми повече време да се възстановя
удължава се мъчението
витаеш около спусъка на челюстите;
дай ми от упор любов
да окъпе зъби в кръщение
кръвта Ни е огън
кръвта Ни е едно
възможно е да откриеш
че сме се впили един в друг
в същия момент
този път Ние ще сътворим вселената наново
плавно ще се претворяваме от звяр в човек
Ние сме гласът, ръката, двойката,
първите, последните, ябълката
този път отхапваме заедно
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
Our children are the breath
that continues after us.
So we must show them
that every breath is precious.
That every moment is a continuation
of those before us,
Even though we breath,
we must remember the words exhaled before us.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
When you find it
Put your finger on it
And press it down on the table before you
All you want is it, over and over again
For that present moment of non-suffering
To continue on
And to never end
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
Life, as you travel through, gets you in its twists and turns.
Traversing the ups and downs will leave you feeling consumed.
Squandering the ups and downs will leave you feeling consumed.
Squandering the ups because the downs deplete you.
You need to get up and fight, not let it defeat you.
You barely have the strength to stand, yet giving up does not exist within you.
You are all in, you’re fatigued, you’re spent and your tiered.
Your soul is just another victim of the comprehensive depletion.
You’re a hollow shell now, but still you don’t surrender.
What do you fight for and why do you stay?
Do you battle this world for just one more day?
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
Still stuck behind the glass wall
There’s no use in getting out
No use in communicating
The people on the other side have given up, too
I slump down to the floor in a state of defeat
Resting my head on my knees
Suddenly
I feel a knocking on the glass
Slowly
I turned my head
A smile grew on my face
Someone like me!
Someone that understands!
I could tell in his eyes
He was behind a glass wall, too
“Do you feel my heart saying hi?”
A bond formed
From nothing else
But our life behind those glass walls
I reached through the glass
And took his hand
I’m no longer alone
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
We escape the confines of the flesh
through the skin of the dead
for we read unseen words woven
like a tapestry on them.
But you can only read what you
have vanquished, and momentarily
it will tell you the future of
8,409,600 breathes.
But once the last one expels you must
read upon another for the future has
repercussions.
Only the dead can tell you the words
of the future as there's was taken for
my continuation.
I have read many words but soon
I must read them again.
My future out ways yours, for I must
breath and read the words of a future
you'll never see.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
Maybe its all about the little things
May be its not
This life didnot come with rules and regulations
Genesis reminds us how much we ****** at them.
May be that is the point.
That you alone can decide what to become.
You alone know how you feel inside.
You alone know how far you've come.
So, become what ever you like.
Even if it means changing your mind every day.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
we were born
giving
black
eyes
to
*******
if
the
truth hurts
?
...
..
.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Every passing moment
Caught staring at the blissful sky
Decorating the ceiling
Awash in the glow
Of light that hides away just out of frame
It's been burning low
Thoughts of my life still beckon, as the world takes a somber tone
But the timing is right, pulled in this effortless misdirection
It's numbing
Found myself here
Why isn't that enough...
A gilded cage. Maybe
I guess
I'd rather let the summer air drench the weathered wood
Another recessed cycle, all timeless til its over
Lie here lifeless
With nothing left to fight
Only time
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
i'd advise you;
not to fall
unless you are able
to pick yourself up.
to not fall in love
unless you are able
to love yourself.
to not write poetry
unless you are able
write without a story.
to not tell others advice
unless you are able
to follow your own.
i cannot advise you.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
you exhaust me
in the morning
where sunlit window is in
terrible defense
empathy is an open house
come on in, patients
you've got the front door
as sicknesses seep to me
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
let's skip lunch & get this over with
a little dance of a growing flower
one at a time, bland & ignorant
girls tiptoeing, girls daydreaming
the corridor gives us chills
white, green, white, green
for fear spellbinds, we resist
will this be enough?
we never broke the walls
we found the door & it was open
w i d e. rather wide, so *"off we
go"*? where? where?
the fountain behind the library
* *was beautiful, sister
sure, it was
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Him:
I can see people move fast
But she was in slow motion
They're talking out loud
As she walks to my direction
She gave a lingering stare
With her deep brown eyes
And the stack of books she carries
Tells me she's wise
Her cheeks are painted
With a light blush of pink
Her sweet looking lips
Made me hard to think
An unbeknownst beauty
Who could she be?
I wish she didn't have to...
Walk away so rapidly.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
*This moment is final
They tell us
This is the end
Coming up against a new beginning
But how do we make sense of time
How can time
Be framed in bookends
One hour marked apart from another
One day pulled apart from the next
We try to take things apart
But graduating
Doesn't end our education
Stories live outside of their pages
Ideas
Stretch beyond their words
And People
Live even outside of their bodies
Their ashes swept up by the wind and water and mountains
Their genes alive in their children
Some moments
Some people
Are too big
They continue
To live
Into infinity
I think our ancestors had it right
When we began to wear time on our wrists
Not in a Line, or Square, or Single Dot
But in a Circle
To Infinity*
~JLH
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
As the sun rose higher into the sky from morning to evening the Snow Leopard and the Little Fox kept to their travels. The Fox started to get bored and this started to annoy her, not learning anything and just walking, "Isn't there anything we will learn today?" The Leopard laughed softly looking to the young little fox as he softly said, "Patience young one. Not every day has a lesson. Just like not every day has meaning. You have to make the meaning, Just like you have to watch and learn." The little fox got more annoyed at his slightly confusing answer "But I want to learn something soon. This is boring." she said with groan and a grunt. "I thought you were going to teach me more" She started to whine. The leopard continued to laugh softly, "Again, Patience my dear. Good things come to those who wait. You cant rush. You will get your lesson when we find something to teach you," he said with a smile. The little fox got mad this time, getting impatient, she started to run off and shout back to him "well if you wont teach me I will find something myself!" The leopard shook his head and smirked slightly saying to himself "I wonder what trouble she will get herself into this time" as he took his time walking in the same direction she ran. The little fox ran as fast and as far as she could before getting tired. The Snow Leopard was completely out of sight though he did keep following her direction and scent. "good riddance" she said to her self, "I dont need him to teach me anyways. I can learn on my own." As she turned back around and it was getting dark she started to become fearful. A little fox, all by her lonesome, as the sky started to darken. The little fox began whimpering softly, not knowing what to do and still no Snow Leopard in sight. "Maybe I shouldn't have ran off..." she said to herself as she hid at the bottom of a large tree, curling herself into a ball, shaking and whimpering. In the distance there was a little noise, a coyote appeared, hearing the whimpers and noticed the little fox. As the coyote rushed up to the little fox, a big grin flashed across his face, "Whats a cute little critter doing this far in the woods all alone?" The little fox screeched as he rushed over and abruptly spoke to her. "I-I got a little lost?.." she said with a terrified shake in her voice. The snow leopard heard this shriek and started rushing in her direction not knowing what to expect.
The coyote started pacing side to side in front of her "Ohh no no no. That's not good now is it? Being all alone, so young, no one to protect you." The coyote stopped in front of her abruptly with a sinister smile, "Tell you what, Come on with me and we will go find your family, What do you say?" Said the Coyote slyly and smugly as the little fox tried to back up against the tree more whimpering louder but not saying a word. But just as the coyote tried to step in closer the Snow Leopard leaped out of the brushes and between the the little fox and the coyote, and with a snarl and a growl he sternly ordered to coyote "Leave now. She isn't yours." The coyote backed up slightly with a laugh "A little far from home now aren't pretty little kitty. By the looks of it, you found your caretaker. I guess I will be off." The coyote then rushed of with a sneer and a grimace, as the little fox started to cling to the snow leopards hind leg. He pat her head softly and smiled slightly while saying "you aren't hurt are you?" and the little fox whispered back with a shaky voice "Y-Yea... I'm okay... Just... Scared." The leopard dragged her to his side and the layed down beside her, curling himself around her, and whispered to her in a soft soothing voice "There is no need to be afraid. I would never let anything happen to you. I will protect you and fight for you. I promise." He then softly licked her cheek as she curled up with him to rest a little.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
12.00pm--
now she was floating
in thin air.
she couldn‘t see herself
because she was not
even there.
13.00pm--
she barely heard
the police siren in the
far distance.
she could feel her ghost
slowly separating from
her bleeding body.
14.00pm--
all she felt were hands,
number of hands touching her,
all over her body, examining
her like she was a science project.
she didn't like it.
but soon she was going to be with
him, and that's what calmed her.
15.00pm--
finally, she was finally gone.
she didn't exist anymore.
all she was now,
was a spirit, while
her lifeless body was in
an old coffin.
16.00pm--
before she went and saw him,
she wanted to know how her
mom was holding up.
she certainly didn't expect this,
her only daughter to be dead.
nobody did.
17.00pm--
she saw him.
just a glimpse of him,
but still.
he was here, with her.
finally, they were together,
where they truly belonged.
18.00pm--
she was now in london.
she left the rainy and dull
germany and went here.
she was just a ghost,
she could go anywhere
she wanted.
after a long tine, she was
happy,
whatever that meant, now.
19.00pm--
she hasn't seen him.
she was exploring the world,
but she could sense something
was missing.
it was him.
and she would do anything
in her power to find him.
after all, she killed herself for him.
20.00pm--
he still wasn't found.
she didn't even know where she was,
heaven or hell?
it didn't feel like any of those.
21.00pm--
she was torn.
this wasn't heaven.
nor it was hell either.
it felt like something,
bittersweet.
22.00pm--
she went by her house.
she shouldn't have.
she saw her mom,
crying her eyes out on the
dinning room table.
she felt quilty, for once.
and she kept watching as
her mom screamed and cursed
at the world for her daughter‘s death.
23.00pm--
it wasn't in her nature,
but she gave up.
she shouldn't have,
but she was worn out.
her death, her dying,
was a mistake.
but she realized it a little too late,
and now it was impossible to
turn back time.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC