"reminiscently" poems
**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 ))
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
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.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
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.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
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
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
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.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
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.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC