#passingoftime
The study takes years,
so it easily will take --
me even longer.
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 2:41 AM UTC
I often wish I could simultaneously be dead and immortal
death doesn't scare me, but to me, it can not be seen as a portal
still, her hesitance in visiting me strikes me as rude, why isn’t she here yet?
it's probably because to her zero may as well be ten, if not twenty, no sweat
all is relative, but isn’t relativity what the average person fears?
is it right? is it wrong? who knows. not me, I like not having answers: I happily drown in tears
for minutes, hours, days, months, years perhaps
I never stop, I always change, constantly run and rush just to collapse
my mind travels roads my body cannot afford
and I must admit, this is both my delight and my downfall
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Two sets of three
apart
One on top,
lost in hymns
The other sitting
crossed legged on
the floor
Air passes by
words follow
The sets move
they change
Time is neither
friend or foe,
but
a guide for
the sets
From song to song
topic to topic
Until the lights
grow dark and
the eyes start
to dim
Call it a night
The sets break off,
six to four
four to two
two to one
Lock the door,
dampen the lights
Good night
11-3-19
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
In a yellowing photograph
Smiling back at me
My doppelgänger from the past
Who supposedly is a part of me
But lately, I feel her slowly fading
A piece of her breaking away
And Im sat here desperately clinging
To the piece of her, willing it to stay
I put the yellowing photograph aside
And see my reflection in the mirror
A person I still recognise
Wondering when she will turn, into a distant figure
But these doppelgängers
How do I know when I’ve become better
That I have left the parts of me behind
That will push me towards some peace of mind
Or I have left the parts of me
That made me unique
Have they gone forever?
Because lately I feel incomplete
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Passing wind,
a swarm of air
caressing skin
so sweetly
let you meet me
let you hold me
in that prancing wind
that tricks you
makes you think
that the piercing cold -
daggers through your soul
cannot hold you any more tightly
than that smooth summer air
so fall back
and rejoice
in those dancing waves
of wind
a hurried chance
till summer comes rolling
rearing above tepid clouds
to greet in
exalted expectations
that searing blow
of a summer prance
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC