how fascinating it is
to read about things that exist
within the vastness of the universe,
where though one looks up to the highest skies,
they cannot be seen by the naked eye;
where its existence would only be known to man
through its discernible temperatures,
unimaginably scorching —
& how dismaying it is
to look down with eyes, unbearably naked
at where the spaces in between our fingers
are filled by one another,
where the existence of two hands, clasped together
is discernible to any man with sight;
but unlike the entities in the galaxies,
there is no warmth at all within.
how amusing it is
to compare us, insignificant beings
to greater things lying within the universe,
to rethink the clear difference
between what is visible, and what can be felt;
a reminder that what once was scorching
could die out in a blink of an eye.
and the world would continue to turn on its axis as if nothing happened.
(how utterly disheartening it is, indeed
to slowly step back and realize
what truly exists, and what only existed
at the speed of light.)
i asked for showers of rain;
one thats possibly enough
to keep the humidity away
and let the plants grow
and calm my ears with its sound
and call rainbows over
and fuel my poetry.
along with these great things,
the darkness would consume me,
the cold would freeze my bones,
lightning would scare me,
thunder would make me cry.
but it was enough.
it would always be enough for me.
a tangled mess is
what most would call it,
wrapped in a series
of unblossoming madness.
i was blinded by the fact
that i'm letting these roots grow
that i've forgotten to **** out
the thorns of all my sorrow.
her fingers tap on the wooden table
her, with thunder across her face
emotions caught in dire
eyebrows etched together
impatience. every glum beat of her heart
translate into her fingertips.
i feel sorry. tightness wraps around
my neck. eyes search for answers.
there were none in plain sight.
tap. tap. tap.
then she left without a word.
my bones are tired
all energy stripped away.
my love, you're my rest.
i like to gaze upon the night sky
with heart in my hands,
& question the universe
as to why it has placed us
many galaxies apart.
yet, the lights from above me,
once static and motionless;
they glow into a flurry.
they explode into utter magnificence.
though it was a delightful sight,
it was a loss for milky way.
it had never been the same.
by then, i am reminded that
planets keep their distance, too.
we were bound for collision;
and if we aimed to unite as one—
all that's to be expected
is inevitable nothingness.
this distance is good,
i suppose now that it is true.
the universe wouldn't want
two less lovely planets.
what if my fate lies
on a silver surface?
my plans and doubts
all thrown into a furnace.
be still and figure out
what your heart yearns for
flip the silver coin,
then flip it once more.
(he said, 'what better way to make important life decisions.')