he promised her things that only God could give yet with all of her whole, she believed:
because love was their (arcane) goal*

to them love was the roses, chocolates and the ever so cute 'goodnight' texts. it was the tiny 'XO's at the end of every love letter and the irresistible kisses on a bad day. it was them hiding under the sheets, ardently sharing every secret ever known to the world because the world that they knew was in their robust palms.

little did they know that love was also the screams on a terrible day, the tears of a tortuous heartbreak and the piercing 'goodbye's after repeated arguments. it was the shredding of past love letters, the tearing of photographs and the burning of every remembered moment that was reminiscently shared in the creases of their hands (or their clenched fists).

soon, the little lovebirds turned into fiery ravens because love was inexorable
-- it was the wings that made them fly (in which direction it did not matter).  the "lovers" chose to fly anyway because ultimately, love reminded them of the misplaced souls that they possessed.
(( though love only taught them of the ubiquity of hatred within them ))

I sit at an angle facing the window.
Morning sunlight staggers in and tumbles onto the table.
It seems to be as relaxed as I am this early in the day.
I sit and I smile.
A lazy smile.
It sits as easy as I do.
My mind starts to wander, the way it only does just after sleep.
The hazy connection-forming sort of way that must be closely related to dreaming.
I find myself thinking of a summer years ago.
Not a particular event from that summer.
Just that summer in general.
How it was to be a kid then, with that set of friends.
Care-free, or relatively so.
Only ever attempting to locate trivial entertainment.
A band of kids, a sworn allegiance long since faded into the great collective memory.
A bird flits across the sky outside my window.
I shake myself, that smile I found so effortless now gone.
I think “been a long time, wonder how everyone is?”
The moment broken, I stand up and walk out of the room.

Her laugh from a distance heard vaguely in the near,
Vision of her face reminiscently will appear,
The glory of gold embracing light of the sun,
Shadows disappear as transformation has begun,
Magical colors of silver and gold,
Fading away the chill of cold,
Bringing warmth to that of those chosen,
No longer in a body left frozen,
Heavens embrace of silver and gold,
With the white of glowing snow,
Her laugh from a distance heard vaguely in the near,
Visions of her face reminiscently appear,
'Child of mine you followed my direction I put forth your way,
Come to me and do not be afraid,
I will walk you the rest of the way,
To meet your daughter,
Your husband and your father,
Thank you my child for believing in me when I asked,
It is my honor to introduce to you, heaven at last.

1/8/2017

I'll take up smoking
     because it will bring warmth to my lungs, worn from lamenting,
& I'll learn to play the acoustic guitar,
     because the songs of its strings resonate reminiscently with the sound of your voice.
I'll lose sleep in waiting
     for your greetings & goodbyes,
& I'll find strength in old messages
     (old memories)
     you once felt desire to send.
[one day I'll learn, & I'll secure myself in place.]
---
you'll grow tall in your heart,
     because you do not yet know the love of which you are capable,
& you'll lose hope sometimes,
     because there are still so many mistakes to be made.
you'll eat late in the evenings,
     because you've got so many better things to do,
& you'll eventually forget that these years,
     (these moments,)
     don't last forever.
[one day, you'll learn, & you'll fly.]
---
& we, like the tide,
     will rise & fall.
we'll say hello on occasion,
     but never goodbye.
we'll find vices to fill our gaps,
     (because the summer is over, my love)
     & the sun is setting on our time.
& some day, we'll learn, & we'll migrate in bittersweet peace.

the sunrise wept,
kissing all four corners of her room.
desperately illustrious,
dragging out the emotions we conceal within.
taken aback by the sheer beauty,
the tears began to lull.
a sudden stillness ; peace,
washing away the grief of that night.

she traced my fingertips,
eyes like moon pools of water.
oh how precariously balanced were her tears,
upon her lashes they sat,
comfortably uncomfortable.

her warmth, her gaze, her breath.
the addictive enticement,
enhancing the tense seconds
ticking by on that old grandfather clock.
as we both sat,
reminiscently replaying.

Suddenly... Your idea of someone is shifted...irreparably, so it seems. At first. At the least. Maybe over time you'll forget, somewhat. That is to say, whatever disappearing moment may transition into a partial, fickle memory.
You will recall it, inconveniently, possibly with slight inconsistency, and they will claim, should you choose to mention it, some sort of factual discrepancy.
It may well hover, all the way to the end of your personal eternity, and it may go unnoticed, covered by each new epiphany, layering in thin, single coats to be reminiscently noticed as a shadow.
No matter how deep into someone's secrets you may go,
There is always more to know.
        
          There is always more to know.

2.23.2017

fragility lives reminiscently ******,
overlooking intoxicating, adolescent souls.

a stalker fused to anorexic bones,
a plateau of silver downfall,
crevicing its offspring in undead eyes.

hurdling runways, walked by the brittle,
sprouting canvases, drawn by the blind,
scintillating speeches, spoken by the deaf.

the bloom of daring puberty
mouths on perverted livestock,
to attempt the robbing back of their
stolen perpetuity of existence.

youth; thirsting for epiphanies,
but being left there as a skeleton.

For you I will give an exemption
To find another purpose in life
So the things you treasured here
May grow and spring reminiscently

On the wake of the morning sun
I will embrace the warmth within
Looking up and clutching the skies
As I imagined you would, every single day

Since living alone I finally realized
The night, it's long and unforgiving
And having someone to look forward to--
The night eventually lost its facade of a beauty

Living purposely brought me to realize
I had it wrong and you were right
The sun I saw when I was in my lowest
Was brighter on the other side

So whenever I feel fleeting away
Somewhere, some place, some how
Your voice remains the only hope
To steadily anchor me to my feet

As though life was not once cruel to me
Hear me sing a song of love to you
Because I know none of what I've done--
In your eyes, none of them was in vain

On the day of my last breath, I will smile
And in the other side I'll finally see you
Smiling, as I imagined you would
"The sun really is brighter on this side"

the squawking seaside serenade
that grates like rasps on tender ears
the splattered whitewashed pavement
as a dreaded destiny nears

innocently admiring drifting oceanic views
whistfully and reminiscently gazing into the past
as drifting currents carry away our dreams
until a seagull ***** on you at last!

by Jemia