#penpals
For 48 hours it sat in my gut,
the possibility of
dead letters
of stanzas standing still
of work washed away for no one to see.
I refresh the page yet it curdles thoughts further.
Unavailable
Unreachable
Potentially forever
And I curse the promise of my own words
I curse the ambition that led me here
and swear upon a piece of paper
that I will never
Let your words die
It is a cruel reality, in this age
of letters transmitted within seconds
that they can be swallowed up
and burned trying to pass the gate;
Your name branded on the cold iron.
I've lost many friends
at the crash of a site,
reduced to a pen name
and a memory
Many pieces of mine,
Pieces of me,
lost to gateway errors and dominated domains
I do not wish you
or any
of you
to become fragments.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
I write with a bull point pen
you choose to write with a finger ,
in a universe where stars burn bright to show their existence
I write on a sheet of paper then crumble it away with shame
but you write without a doubt in mind
letting your messages run through quantum caves
after finding the urge to share my questions I write
“What is your world like?” I asked
“Do you wear faces, do you wear masks?
Do trees grow tall without touching the clouds,
do rivers run wide not caring about a dead end near?
does your moon light the ocean’s tides
so that it can be seen as a sign for the lost souls?”
after waiting for a while you finally responded
From the other end comes a reply,
etched in symbols that twist and fly:
"Our moons are many to count on all our fingers,
our skies are green but change drastically to match the seasons,
our thoughts are shared to one another, but not often seen.
We do not speak, but here we write,
to know your dreams, your days, your nights.
Your sun seems warm, and your air sounds sweet;
how strange that our words have made us meet."
as letters drift through time and space.
Each missive bridges voids unknown,
a friendship built through words alone.
And though we’ll never meet in form,
our hearts will beat warm through cosmic storms
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
Oh my dearest known
I’ve fallen for your words of yore
I think that if i had loved
Another before
I’d forget them completely
And love you evermore
And though i have never known your likeness
And we are across the shores
If I saw you in a crowd
I’d run, sing and adore
And if you grow tired
Your forgiveness i implore
But still, i love you
Forevermore
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 1:08 PM UTC