"coulld" poems
You showered down the staircase, in waves of color and crystals
You left petals of pink orchids across the hallway
How coulld I remain in this place, knowing you were here
I’ll never walk down this old eroded street again, they’re to close to what I wish was gone
The past is to much of a burden to the present i’m in, it’s time that I walked from the pavement into the rain
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
There is this idea of infinite universes, in which every possibility is manifest, and this idea I enjoy… if paths chosen are limitless, then there truly is no room for regret. A few times in my life I’ve experienced what can only be described as an overwhelming feeling that I had recently died, that somehow I had jumped from one reality to the next, where I was still alive… and I have nearly died on several occasions, yet there has never been a white light(so don’t ask), not even while I was in a coma and I experienced many types of ‘dreams’ that were very vivid and real... no, it’s usually just waking up in hospital rooms, or mental institutions, where this feelilng of purgatory becomes more persistent, and time moves painfully slow… I asked a girl once, during one of these lulls, when the feeling was heavy on my mind, ‘what if this is Hell?’ and I coulld tell it scared her though and I felt badly when her eyes got so wide… but why so afraid if she didn’t feel as if it might be true inside her mind?
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC