#the-end
She's the beauty of love, you will always keep
in your dreams, while awake, or while asleep
her face will always mesmerize
forever you, she'll hypnotize
up until the day you die, unto, the final leap
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
And just when she
was about to read
a foreword,
–again
It's already what she
had always expected
and feared,
–"The End"
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
one
by
one
they
came
no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkness
children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the
event
in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the
push
of
labor
~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
nebulae
and
so
the
event
the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepuscule
evaporate
the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire
the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
billiard
*****
the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
time
is
no
more
^
< >
\/
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
It was unwinding, like a light on a candle
Fighting to keep the flame burning when
The wick had run out.
Can you outrun life, death, never
Tried till now. But I walked, It was
A flickering existence, we had jumped
The flame once too often and now it
Was our time to be blown out.
"Hold my hand"
"Please hold me tight"
I didn't know these men, woman on
There knees as touching the earth helped,
Tears, screaming at the wind, its ending
They'd scream, but I was in the distance
Leaving those to their maddening self chatter.
It was an amazing sight, the end was bright
Like dominos building fell,
"Paper in the wind was everything else"
Cinders fell as parched winds blew, I had ran,
Then walked. my last view of the world
Was a billboard?
"THE END IS PAST ITS SELL BY DATE"
I laughed as my existence turned to dust.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Some things are so special, because of how rare they are, because they can only exist for a moment. Today I realized that is why what we had was so perfect. Because happiness, the true happiness that came with being with you, was always so short lived. So many things constantly strived to keep us apart. Time, distance, other people, ourselves, our mistakes, so many things reduced what we had to but a short time. Each time you left, hurt more than the last, but each time you left, I loved you more. Why? Because that's why it was so special. Because I didn't deserve you, I could never deserve you, but I had you, for a few short moments on a handful of day I had you in my arms, I had you on my lips, but most importantly, I had your heart. I had your heart for just a little while, and it so perfect. But you always had mine, and now I realize that's why I wasn't as perfect as you, because perfection isn't a state of being, perfection is a moment. Perfection was every moment. Every moment I spent looking into your eyes, every moment I had you in my arms, every moment we laughed, every moment we talked, every moment we spent kissing, every moment you loved me. It all was perfect. But all good things must come to pass, and even the most perfect of days must end. The perfection that was being with you, I always knew that no matter how badly I wanted it to be, that perfection could never be the future I wanted to promise you. It could only be those moments we had. But those moments are over. This is it. The end. Goodbye. However, before that I want to say, for what I hope to be the last time, I love you. I love you and now you'll hopefully never see me, or talk to me, or even think of me again, but I still love you, and now, I say, Goodbye.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC