#fadeaway
Life is
About getting buckets.
How would Kobe live if he couldn't?
That's a mystery mankind will never truly comprehend.
A bucketless Kobe is a fake Kobe.
The sound of that string music is unmatchable.
The Kareem sky hook.
The Curry j.
The Kobe fadeaway.
The PG windmill.
These are all different forms,
They all get buckets.
Cherish these buckets like no other.
One day you will be old and grey.
Like bill Russell.
You won't be able to get buckets anymore except for in your dreams.
When your career is over. You will miss it.
You can't get buckets forever.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Just like clouds on a rainy day
your gentle words fade away
your letters fade from black to grey
your smile slowly fades away
and one day you will also-
fade away
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
On days like these it seems like writing keeps the punishing thoughts away
All of the dark and depressing fears are kept at bay
So long as though my fingertips they go on display
Yes, I am terrified of death
Because I know it is inevitable
There is no life after death
When I think about it I feel a sharp pang of nothing
There is no envisionment of an afterlife
Of a paradise
Because there is none, not for me
Even if I believe in reincarnation
It doesn't stop the fear
Because all of my memories in this life
Will disappear
And if I stop writing now
These thoughts will invade and my conscience will cave
My passions are overwhelmed by my fears
Luckily they are just scattered days on my calendar
If I can make it through this one
I will make it through the next
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
Like emerging from a canvas he rose,
Taking away my breaths and sanity
Like dusty scent, through lanes now he blows
While I take in his scent and keep him captivated.
The shadows of death lingered in his mind.
And I tried but I couldn't chase them away
And I saw our failing love,
Our fading red.
Our souls used to collide within our shells,
It was hollow inside us, we were just two empty wells.
Our depths couldn't be seen through eyes,
We were so deep, we defined infinite
I saw our falling love,
Our fading red
One day, he screamed, wrapped in agony
And I howled while vacancy shook me.
His breaths were taken away
And mine were not but empty again, we lay
Although we belonged together
Still we were torn apart
This was the last time I saw our dying love
Our...faded...red
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
every time someone leaves
they take a piece of me with them
but what happens when I have nothing left
what happens when they take it all
leaving me with nothing
no more heart
No more soul
no more love
Is that the goal?
piece by piece
I fade away
and one day
I will cease to exist
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 12:27 PM UTC
sometimes in my spare time
I
sing
made up songs
the lyrics never constant
pretty
tunes
in my head
but like fate should have it
they
never
stay for long
for once I'm done singing
they
fade
away like dreams
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
You said you love me
Do you no longer love me now?
You'd say you miss me
Am i no longer the person you're missing?
You had feelings for me
Have those feelings fade away when i left?
Tell me.
Am i still in your mind?
Am i still the one that you love,
You miss,
You want?
Or am i just in the past now.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
and to wilt
parallel a flower.
I sag,
I flap
and I flop.
but never flip.
in truth!
I am decaying.
starving
because they starved me
and corrupted my seed.
before i knew it
the fusarium wilt
was my disease.
someone could’ve cured me,
watered me.
but instead of
mollifying
they
mummified
me.
dried me
into crumbs of
leaves.
nothing but dust
that decided to fly away
with the breeze.
to wilt is to wither away into nothing.
and to go faint
as in, to become dull.
that whimsical light is
erratically the same
yet never enough.
it is distorting and
it contorts
my colors.
my ambience is
disrupted
by the Eclipse of-
WAIT.
how can I grow
when no (sun)light is
raining unto my path?
drip
drip
drop.
stay.
witness as I go
from this vibrant color
to a washed out gray.
I stood in the mirror
face-to-face
with the girl who wears my face
and I watched it drain.
with death looming over
her shoulder
and no angel in sight..
to go faint would be to wither and drown in my own cries.
and to rot.
all day, around the clock.
I am that sad flower
hiding in your *** .
unable to be set ablaze
by the radiant light,
called love.
so I sit
and I wait.
I rest my leaves
in defeat.
it seems as though
I might be granted this reprieve.
and the truth is I was murdered
long before I decided to **** me.
I used to be
unseasoned.
I was fresh
untouched by filth.
but now I am
spoiled
with mold
like bread and milk.
so beware of the signs
for this infectious malady,
it might be contagious.
and in truth,
a remedy
could be made for me
or so they tell me.
what they don’t understand
is I already tried.
I tried to comply
and I tried to rest my eyes.
yet the only thing prescribed
are these drugs
with the death of my mind
being the main effect,
on the side.
to rot would be to not only wither away but also to die.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
you won't know me,
when the feeling all gone.
the feeling won't last.
it will fade.
fade away,
like all others.
but, you won't know me.
do you even know me know?
-l.j.t.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
As we grow old
The beauty we have
fades away,
our strength and memories
never stay the same,
No matter how deep
our pockets are
- the casket can't be filled
with our wealth
all the ties are cut
the moment we are
laid to rest
so tell me my dear
why should we
take pride in things
that don't last forever?
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC