watery wordsWords flow trippingContradictory55
over the rocks in my throat
bouncing, burbling, running
forth to meet an ocean
lost in a melding and shift
salted fresh and
clean and brisk the river
enters fathomless depths
long is the length and span
of time a single drop
of water lives.
ScytheSmile a little wider because it's that or cryContradictory55
Laugh a little louder because it's that or sob
Dream a little longer, think a little harder,
speak a little softer because
remembering in the past tense
The bit of a person cut out by Death's scythe
is ethereal, invisible, to all or most yet still
the corporeal is what will be missed
An echo is not the same as the shout
a whisper in the caverns never as loud as the silence
of someone no longer breathing
The ripples are not the same as the stone that caused them
but they linger for far longer
even as the stone is polished away into grains of sand
bits and pieces microscopic, hard to find
even if one knows to look for them
The effects of a cause far outlast the cause itself
becoming nothing but a page in a history textbook,
a footnote in someone's memory
to be forgotten after the test
No matter who they had been
when others are left behind
all the good comes to the forefront
and so does the sadness
of the realization no more new memori
A Daring ProposalYou talk as though you know meContradictory55
as though you know what I am
when I am alone.
I don't see how you ever could.
You're shaking your head like I'm lying
but I'm not.
I know you.
I know you're afraid of loneliness,
afraid you'll find out you're less than what you think you are,
afraid to find out that you're normal,
that one day you will lose your ability to laugh
because some days it feels like, like, depression isn't just an exaggeration
of the sadness you feel when you're... alone.
Hey, don't cry, don't turn away from me-
HOW? How can I look at you?
No, don't touch me!
Who gave you the right?
You have no RIGHT to look at me like that,
Like what? Like I love you?
Like I desire you?
Like I find you incredibly attractive,
even when your nose is leaking.
Why? Why are you- why are you the one?
The one who makes me smile even when I'm crying,
why can you look at me and see ME?
And don't give me that bullshit about how you 'love' me.
Care is to show the best kind of
Love that exists, the
Attachment between two people
Realized in their actions, this love is
Ideal and not a dream, when you are somebody's
Safety net, a saviour and the
Saved, a reciprocation without
Ambivalence nor apathy but the best kinds of emotion.
this is you, lover, care-giver
still looking for someone to give your love to
receive love in return,
this is for you, friend, still searching for one day you will find.
This day is for you.
completionWhen you are doneContradictory55
when the last thread is knotted
the last word is written and
the last sound has reverberated
its final note throughout the air
there is a sense of
finality and loss
Because when you are done
all you see is completion
and you are set free
from the compulsion to complete
to endure until the end
set gently from a fantasy
back into bleak reality
the passion has poured until empty
and if it feels like nothing is left
Blink when you are done
see it in its wholeness and entirety
and then turn and look beyond
for more than just one
there are many
and each possibility
is a new road to be
Death is Only a BeginningDeath is only a beginningContradictory55
for those still living
the ones left behind
are the ones who need
the funeral and the body
like a physical reminder
of the existence of one
who was so special.
perhaps memories will fade
yet still he's left reminders
in the words left behind
his emotion, his proof
his footprint on the world
may steadily fade
when he has gone away
but we will still be here
where he once was
and we will be the reminders
of the impact
a single person can have on the world
composed of individuals connected
by him and his life
he has touched us
left a mark
and we will keep this mark
until we join him.