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Friday, February 20, 2015

(Rant) People think

...that being finite beautifies life.
But no, endings and deaths
They're tragic.
Humans have this illusion of being selfless and giving and having the capability to be sated.
But none of those are true.
We are power-hungry creatures
And it's not a sin.
It's just the truth.
And in life the ultimate power
Is to conquer death
To never meet
Only in undeath.

We crave immortality
And life is beautiful
Not because it is finite
But because we unexpectedly
Taste a bit of this eternity
In the spontaneous beauties of the world
Of the surprising elegance of human souls.
Our moments of nothingness
Are transformed into little bits of clarity
Into tiny fractions
Of anything
And everything
All
At once.





*end rant*

Slip Away

Fingers
Skin
Touch

Eyes
Lips
Words

Thoughts
Hearts
You

"Bye."


Monday, February 16, 2015

Heights

Step.
Step.
Step.

Hand hovering on the handles.
Don't look down.

Step. Step. Step.

Look down.
Don't.
Look down.
Don't.
Shit.
I'm gonna die.

ImgonnadieImgonnadieImgonnadie

Step. Step. Step.

People
Passing me by
Overtaking
No bumping
Please.

Step.
Step.
Ah!
Step.

I survived.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Noise

And it would be the weirdest thing
That when the thunder comes along,
The cars start to honk,
The crowds cry and call,
Would he choose to whisper to me
Words of love and kisses


Muse

A slight touch
Ends of fingers meeting
The tilt in my body
The shift in your eyes
A hunger so angry
We were both blinded.

A blink.

Open.

"Don't smile."

But I do, inside.
And as the false maiden looks solemn
Such is my chaos.



Paint me in the colors of your perfection.



Reminders

I draw the lines
And I cut up every vein
On my lifeless body
Inside.
I search and search
In my heart
To the depths of my soul
And I open my all for you.

Where are you?


Sunday, February 8, 2015

Pillow




I open the door, and I see you sleeping. I walk to you - slowly, silently. So you don't wake. Ah, your eyes are closed. So pretty, so peaceful. I hear a strange sound. You snore. I giggle. Oh, how I love you. I touch your cheek - the color of peaches. I lean forward, and kiss your forehead. "Goodnight, dear." I adjust your pillow in the perfect position. Then I leave the room and close the door.

But just before, I look at you. Still peaceful, still pretty. Don't blame me please. You told me to choose. And you're not it.


R and F

Romance
Is beautiful
Too much
And overvalued.

Friendship
Is pretty
At least one
Is undervalued.


Aishiteru


"Why?"
"Because your lips are too red.
Then I am too."