watery wordsWords flow tripping
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 cry
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 me
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 done
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 beginning
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.
I don't often do journalsbut when I do it's 'cause I've been tagged XD
This time by the effervescent :iconstarlightshoals:
1. How did you join dA?
My friend talked about it and I wanted somewhere to write down my thoughts (poems, ideas, etc)
2. What does your username have to do with you?
I love contradictions. Oxymorons, paradoxes, things that make you question things. And I realized that while humanity is full of contradictions, it's also got no contradictions.
3. What is your current avatar of?
Some cat from a picture my sister has on our old computer ^^
4. How many watchers do you have, and how many do you watch?
O______o I have 112 watchers and watch 143
5. Do you have more than one account?
6. Name three of your favorite deviants on dA.
Oh shit. Uhm.
7. What deviant(s) do you admire because of their personality?
8. How many deviants do you actually know
a single stroke
A picture taken-
A photograph created-
The lines amalgamated-
then diverge and curve.
The start is the image
existing in nature
out of nature
in the minds of people
with something to say
without a voice.
One thousand words and more
caught up in lines more than symbols
there are meanings and then
there is the meaning of meaning
and how do you capture
something that is itself?
holds the definition of abstraction
despite its meaning it is
meaningless only if
the viewer cannot see
A voice is unneeded
only if words can be expressed
in something more indelible than action.
bottomless tearssome days it feels unending
drip drop drip drop
and there's no container
more bottomless then the one
within, filling up with salt water
just before it's released
in small doses so as not to drown
the world in its iniquities and
there's more to this than meets the eye
blurred lines still blurred even after the
waterfall down cheeks
what's indistinct remains and so
there's nothing but to wipe the tears away.
inevitabilityTears of relief falling
from eyes holding themselves dry
for far too long
trying to stay strong
trying not to scream at the sky
asking nobody why we're dying.
Fading fast because
emotions can't last as the cause
for our survival
our will is subservient
and our utmost denial
is severely inconvenient
to everything trying to hold us together,
everything trying to promise us forever.
Forever doesn't exist
within the confines of mortality
we pretend at invulnerability
because we are vulnerable.
Death stares us in the face
and we close our eyes.