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Kareena Mar 2014
A castle door, guarded by no one
A giant padlock fastened around the ****

I pull with all the strength I can muster
Nothing moves

I try again, slamming myself at the unmovable door
Nothing moves

"Maybe it is me" I say
"Maybe it is the weather, or the position of the sun on the horizon that makes this door unmovable"

I back away from the gate to see a beam of light emerge from the tallest tower
The most guarded

This gives me hope
If only I could burst through the gate, I could welcome the gatekeeper with open arms

We could be joyous
And, together, enjoy the limited eternalness of our youth

So I attempt again, and this time the door swings open with a thud
Under my new found strength

I step inside, expecting to see a lush landscape
And my beloved

However, he is no where to be found
And the courtyard is barren

While I search for my gatekeeper I find his study
Filled with books and books of the struggles of his life

But no book containing the answers to his problems
This makes my heart drop as I learn of my gatekeeper's difficult life

With tears in my eyes, I push on to find him
I search in every corridor

Until I find the tower entrance
And embark on the rickety, unkempt staircase to reach him

I find him huddled in a corner
His eyes, red and tiresome from worry

As soon as my gatekeeper sees me
He falls into my arms

And we wept

We wept for the things lost
The things hidden
The things that have past
And the uncertain things to come

For we have no notion of the things to come
But we can live in this moment together from now on
I wrote this a while ago for that other one back when I had hope that I could fix things. Not my favorite out of everything I have written. It's about trying to break down someone's barriers to find that they are just as scared as you are behind their strong facade.
Elioinai Oct 2015
Advice is cheap
It comes out so smoothly
easier than compliments
which I could give more freely
Honestly I'd rather listen
and watch our faces tumble down together
as you speak of all the tender places
Life has found to pinch you
But there are no eyes to see upon this black and white screen
and supporting arms must be constructed
out of paper thin words
so flighty in their meaning
which fall apart like card pyramids
at one breath of misunderstanding
My profile is no weighty substitute for
the eternalness of audible sighs of a friend
But I want you to know that I heard you
For Wesley McMillan and Gavin especially, and everyone else who's painful lyrics I have given a ♡ but been unable to comment on
Simon Aug 2020
“Love is nothing more than a cocoon for feelings to operate on”…. Because it’s the official testament of willpower! Except when willpower has shame for itself of not seeing anything (never before too essentially bear for itself…ever again). When it comes into contact with (the exception being that of “love” itself)! Because in the very end of ALL things… Love is nothing but a counterpart to the additional operating system, that is “feelings” to be forced to become “compassionate” upon. Something that can systematically envelope compassion into every fact, detail, specific of any kind. Except that only happens when that very fact is now within the detail that’s even more within the specific itself! Then “something that can systematically envelope compassion” into those very aspects, can then properly divide (evenly) into a thing that’s known (primarily)…as a “category”. But that comes immediately afterwards…. Before that could even come (in full swing)… You need to come to terms with when establishing that love is more what it seems…. Just as it’s operating system, (which is feelings itself) could actually contribute upon something (more along the lines) of something unbelievably…”standard”. Because love (at the end of the day) doesn’t know how to essentially contribute its very feelings into basic words. (Let alone letters that form into a single pattern that “eventually” becomes the standard word/words itself all around.) Then for anything to become properly sounded out sentences full of words that can’t EVER contribute very well to something with enough “characteristics” to create minor references upon the very subject at hand. Someone would then ask, “well what is that very subject at hand both (even for and what is it essentially about)…?” Then the one narrating ALL of this would simply reply, “well, isn’t it obvious by now…? Because if it truly isn’t… Then you ought to take an even BETTER look at your own personal life full of never-ending personal problems! The most obvious hint is in the cocoon for feelings to operate on, simply.” Since it isn’t some basic flaw that you need to (gradually over time) keep at it…until progress is “magically” shown to (seemingly) be moving forward, somehow! Instead of piling and piling it on some type of “exercise” that again (seemingly) won’t get you, anywhere! Because you see, the cocoon is nothing more than something that essentially goes beyond love. (Just as it goes beyond normal thoughts that don’t think such a regular cocoon is nothing more then realizations becoming the flaw that is meant to change everything “drastically”…over time!) Examples (for instance) like love having no claim to choices (while under the influence of mere feelings). Feelings having NO “law of attraction” where it can’t compete with itself, while constantly being under the never-ending watchful eye of loves struggle to hold an operating system (that’s essentially meant to “crumble up and burn”)! All it takes is one interaction upon one single piece of “contact” within one another’s “inner bubble”… And everything explodes into a “flair” full of fireworks! Showing once and for all that love has finally engaged in its very purpose to become fully established in it’s very operating systems “will” to (break free) from that very (once thought “laughable” idea about a cocoon that couldn’t EVER manage ANYTHING properly)! Until it found love in another cocoon who shared the very same interests as the next one and the next one after that! Eternally becoming binded by the very “twist of fate” that categorizes things into a very hidden stored stasis…in order to eventually claim that which you have always been in love with. Eventually filling your very heart full of an “eternalness” lasting for infinite lifetimes too bear!
Love is nothing more than a hidden attraction made to both (wonder and wander) about endlessly… Without so much as the single most regard for something that has yet to “tempt” it’s very operation full of feelings, altogether.
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
On the shore of short towers
Shopping for food
Slaving it out in the rain
The education of many years and marathon days
We ran instant energy and insatiable highs

I hope we are sensitive to joy
Raine Quirino Mar 2021
How could hollow stares at the archaic ceiling
Carve out a face — familiar and fascinating?
3 AM
You were remarkable, and remarkably aching
I wallow in wounding whys and unsurrendered longing

Stars scintillating in the lonesome horizon
Woeful what ifs come screaming in unison
Pillows turn to piercing haven
When hopeless hows veil the tranquil and sane

Sometimes, there is not definitive reason and fitting ideology
That would excuse a person from walking away
There is only one oppressive paradox it carries: the ephemerality of a person coincides with eternalness of memories
But —
If holding on to memories bleeds
I shall henceforth set you free
Heart of secrets Nov 2017
Id like to start a fire in your heart.

When the windows break and the smoke in our souls is set free.

Well lose all senses,

Enter eternalness

and

Fall heart first into the universe

Finally,  we can breath.
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
I knew the bliss
In the knees folded in prayer
Pieces on your stomp bebop don’t burn the bedrock
In the room, rook on the board
Laconically talk to our forthcoming rights
To governance and growth, growing with each prayer
I learn how to pray for less sadness, and more eternalness
Moreover, we need you to be happy about having children
Christ in heaven looks on your soul with affection
The light baptizes the sacrosanct boy, and the girl I’ve known all my life
Is now praying with me and taking me to church

— The End —