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 Apr 2018 Brian McDonagh
Haruharu
The seat next to mine is empty.

No one is singing the songs back to me.

No one is interrupting my calculated playlist with bad old songs.

The comments on my driving that used to bother me,
I now miss.

There are no shoe marks on the dashboard,
no trace of adventure.

The over excitement about the view that used to make me roll my eyes isn't there.

I miss these silly things that I took for granted.
My heart speaks one voice, while my brain another.
My soul lies in a place,
Where no mankind can ace.

Help me, i’m lost..
Lost in a world full of darkness and hope.
I took a pen and started writing..
Started writing about my life,
About the cherishing people in it,
About the good times and the hard times,
About the happiness and the struggle.

I wrote and wrote until there was nothing to say,
All the memories disappeared, leaving nothing but a trace,
My mind was empty, so was my soul,
And at that moment i was ultimately iced.
Was that all that i made out of life?

Then, poetry found me..
I realized it took me to places far away from reach,
It made me see the world around me in a better and bigger picture,
It helped me express my feelings,
Express what i feel and what i don’t,
What i love and what i don’t,
It literally changed my life completely.
Suddenly i hear no voice,
I am deaf yet i hear everyone
I hear children chattering, birds chirping, clocks ticking, i hear them all..
But i can’t hear one thing, that voice.
The voice that kept me safe, the voice that strengthened me, the voice that helped me through the hard times, the voice that translated the negative days into positive ones,
The voice of my beloved self...was it disguised all along?
When you feel sad
I embrace you

If you hurt yourself
I heal your wounds

If you feel sick
I take care of you

if you fell in a thousand pieces
I collect your pieces

why?

Because it is my duty to make the love of my life happy.
The moon is rising
The street lights go on
The night has arrived
I started my car
And I drove to the empty street
I turn on the radio
And play your  piano song

A tear came out of my eye

I realized how I miss you more and more
It's like a knife stabbing deeper and deeper in my heart ...
Only you can get the knife out of my heart
Because my heart can only be healed by her

I still need you
I still miss you
and
I still love you.
a connotation of infinity
sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

when souls which have forgot frivolity
in lowliness,noting the fatal flight
of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream

down eager avenues of lifelessness

consider for how much themselves shall gleam,
in the poised radiance of perpetualness.
When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought

is like a woman amorous to be known;
and man,whose here is alway worse than naught,
feels the tremendous yonder for his own—

on such a night the sea through her blind miles

of crumbling silence seriously smiles
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