#proximity
Bare minimum,
let alone platinum.
Why the ****
would you have fallen,
or was it just the proximity?
🖇️
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
On my way out into the yard (always the yard) I slip over the threshold. Shoes slipped on subconsciously. Imprinted habits stored somewhere unknown. At the cliff below the lip of the threshold a pile of shoes and their rubbery texture break my fall but they’re in the way. They’re always in the way. A tangled bunch of laces, knots and, aglets so much complicated than my pair of flip flops. I consciously step on the pile. Maybe out of spite, anger. With this motion completed, I look down at my own shoes only to see that they’re on the wrong feet. Yet, as wrong as it may seem, I leave them as they are.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
The weight of your love raptures me
Above a height unknown to me
The clouds caress my face
Embraced by the sunlight
Cloaked in ethereal bliss
When you kiss me I can feel my heart escape the confines of my ribs
Your touch electric and warming
Your scent envelopes me like a shroud
Swathe me in your embrace
Lead me towards the edge of oblivion
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
This is a warfare;
we keep it in photograph,
we keep it in pages,
we keep it a secret.
_I thought I was a keeper_
and then everything is _heavenly_
You are beautiful at daytime,
and shining bright at night.
"You are ethereal"
the distance is an animosity
though, **we keep on
reaching**
It is not about the
__proximity__
Yearning; we were still
looking at the same sky.
I thought I could keep you (as I keep everything about you)
_you wouldn't be able to held the sky as it was meant to be ethereal_
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 6:58 AM UTC
space is my addiction
proximity is key
get a little closer
and i'll never
let you leave
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
Why is it so
That we could potentially be labelled as close
Yet be as far as the millions to the sun?
And in the deepest of my thoughts, I would still lay confused in deception.
Truly, it may be coincidence,
That we both cannot define this which is between us.
There is prominent distance and a thin line of assurance
Because of what we believe or rather what we think of us to believe
And it is these small little processes of our minds that wire up for only the worse
And at times I fall into their grasp;
The answers become void.
Then, I fall deeper since sometimes it's harder to not be of complexity.
As I only become free with speech
Not thinking before I speak.
I become wary
Why is it so
That we stray from happiness only to look for it at the end where we've lost the time?
And I wish to ask,
Like this, is it the same for you?
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Spaces and proximity
light through sleepless night
years we count
on hopeless time.
Here's a thing i love
to wait---the rain
we could not restraint
that pushed by gravity.
you are my devotion
ready to defend the
universe---
no matter how many times
it had destruct.
You can see this love
only once---
Our life overlapped
at one orbit line
i'll be with you
so take my time.
Blind nights
bright stars
i'll be there,
waiting for you
to tell
all too similar things.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I do know lip-reading
But that smile
Demands for tactile
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
You're just as close as my nose bridge
That my eyes can always reach
But my lips can never kiss
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
PROLOGUE –
Silliness becomes a later suffering, if only tinkered by potion –
PART I –
A contractual moment whilst halos best remain hung on the hat rack since devils taste so much better. Bitter but belated, ritual yet related, so to in avoidance, fleeing anything that’d mimic life, “ideal;” perfect being a, “nine-five,” during which, “monkeyed with,” comes to a peak and a valley’s once more, a lack of control. A tailspin wherein one truth can become just a shy more intangible mere seconds later – We can see it, we can smell it and we can almost touch it – so allows the specter, the hand holding drink, and later, permitted, for our nakedness to play once more.
PART II –
Four more down and a few gin-fueled gestures later, we stumble upon but one edible truth, an apple and, “sin,” repeated thousand-fold – so succumbs you and a parallel I atop our empty and, “precious,” wants carnal. We masticate and learn to destroy the TV – naked, begrudged and bent over the boxes we worship. We annihilate the machines. We profane the dependencies; placation and participation wrought this artificial coercion, once a friend and now an object – a disdain, a thievery, a prison, vicarious and to be avoided by all costs.
PART III –
Human interaction and fluidic free choice soon become the new, “in,” the primal addiction amongst the bottles of tequila, ***** and plain-old beer. Our grinning, in the flesh and not in pixel, must and will rise like the places we’ve so very poisoned. Here and now, we care. We have to care, because if we don’t, it’s all for nothing. So we top the night twisted, simply breathing, where the smog isn’t seen, but it’s there. We top the night tethered, where the rain doesn’t burn, it believes. And we top the night innocent, and among stars, both in the sky and entangled the heart beating my right,
EPILOGUE –
For the time being, just being, where all seemed right, a little twisted, but wiser nonetheless.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Tried it
for 30 years.
Not bad,
but not
for me.
Now I agree with
Katherine Hepburn
who never married:
"I prefer
to live nearby
and visit often."
The simplest
solution so often
the most elegant.
~mce
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Walk, Walk with your bare feet
to places I've never heard.
Lately, I can't seem to feel
anything but words.
Stand, stand at the crossroads,
wonder where you will go.
Distance becoming more than space,
as I had come to know.
But you talk, talk with conviction
about everything but me.
And I counted for a year.
And I cursed the miles between.
Distance was my occupation.
I tried to measure it with a pen.
And so I did not notice the breach between us-
the ever present end.
The breach that separated
you
from
me,
that no amount of closeness would mend.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
*Can you leave
Until the mind does
You may have gone far
And mind in inertia
Forgets to look ahead
Got rid of proximity
But travel the distance
To and fro, everyday
Through the barren path
Rushing from one point to another
It’s the action in inaction
Mind’s in inertia
We may have moved
And the mind lies there
Are we far?*
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
how lucky I was
that so many best friends
happened to be
at my primary school
how fortunate that
his soulmate
walked into his
now-closed video rental store
how curious it is
that your maid of honor
was randomly assigned
as your college roommate
how strange it is
that so much of our lives
is simply dependent
on proximity
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC