"eternalness" poems
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
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
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
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC