Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Awake

Awakened ache
Decaying innocence
Trembling breaths
Whimpering egos
Chilling wounds
Reminiscing woos

Enraged tears
Sleepless nights
Whispering fears
Swallowing blood
Surging mind
Gnawing times

Dispersing shrapnel
Grasping life
Enchanting questions
Tranquil serendipity
Swelling hopes
Levitating slopes


All I once, I plunge


Friday, March 18, 2016

An Unmistakable Ending

The thing about life is that it ends. Endings are natural, just part of a cycle. A cycle we all experience. But what happens when letting go is harder than we thought? How can we get through endings? And why do they happen? I think that mistakes are part of this cycle. Somehow, somewhere in time, a mistake will happen. The unexpected, sometimes unwanted mistake, leaves us unsure of our next steps. You thought you had everything figured out - emotionally, mentally, physically - and now you just don't know. You don't know what to do. Or how to deal with it. Sometimes you don't even believe it happened. But, mistakes happen. And it's happening. And I don't know what to do. An unmistakable ending happened. It's nice to think that it's a natural occurrence, but I'm still allowed to feel sad. Right? Is it an excuse or a reason for sadness? Is loss as natural as we believe it is? Can death happen to someone without memories? Who knows. But I'm sad and I feel guilty. Guilty because endings are natural, they have to happen. A flower only blooms to wilt. Snow only falls to melt. We are only born to die. Maybe death isn't the loss, maybe it's the life itself. And if there's no memories, maybe there's no life. Maybe there was never a loss to begin with.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Window

Looking out the window
I hope for sun
Because the warmth reminds me of you
Reminds me of your eyes
I remember the grapefruit skies

Looking out the window
I hope for lightning
Because the sparks remind me of you
Reminds me of our instant passion
I remember our mattressed magic

Looking out the window
I hope for tulips
Because the colours remind me of you
Reminds me of how we bloomed
I remember how you healed my wounds

Looking out the window
I hope for Spring
Because the rain reminds me of you
Reminds me of laughter and holding me tight
I remember only candlelight

Looking out the window

I hope for you