With their little capes and stubby legs,Tiny fists part the cloudsAs they lie beneath an oak's shade."We'll fight the world."We'll fight destiny."Infallible youth spreadsGreen grass, daisies, and tulipsAcross muted earth.They were a short-lived joy.Their eulogies markPermanence in endings.What's leftAre flowers.
Tag: Loss
Quick Thought about Loss
I wanted to write about loss and my experience with it. You know, in cinema and novels alike we see heartwarming/wrenching moments towards the end of a loved one. You get scenes where everyone’s there, everyone and anyone who cares. The palliative patient heaves and wheezes but a gentle stroke of their hair. A smile … Continue reading Quick Thought about Loss
Witnessing Qualia
For me, often is the case that faith is synonymous with ethics. Or rather, the two in tandem, wherein which one cannot exist without the other. Thus, I begin to question the urns left behind by the postmodern era. As our spirit crumbles under the weight of the world, ‘God’s trials and tribulations’ no longer … Continue reading Witnessing Qualia
Cynical Jargon
Often nowadays, I find myself questioning my lack of direction in life. In this current of era of immediacy and hedonism, it’s quite easy to lose oneself in the mundanities of daily living. The threshold for good falls ever lower in its midst, and we continue without hesitation. Most likely because ‘good’ no longer matters. … Continue reading Cynical Jargon
Contemplating Complacency
In times wherein which the hardships and tribulations of entropy occur, we cannot help but momentarily falter in its sight. There is such a thing as a loss so heavy that it crushes all those beneath it. Whether it be friendship or love or life, there is no real emotional preparation. The bolt strikes, and … Continue reading Contemplating Complacency
Love in Perpetuity
To soften the blow To prepare for an ending We wander about Exploring fate Small, fragile hands Touch the moon above And the gravel below Holding onto air They gasp with fists Punching and swinging and struggling Until the other hand is held The light is pulled ever closer Every second, every minute It glows … Continue reading Love in Perpetuity
For Her
I never knew her I only felt her A presence beyond comprehension Words could never paint a picture So beautiful Yet she not only felt me She knew me And therein lies the bellyache The herds of butterflies Goodness Gracious! Racing thoughts compete with one another As cold sweat fill every particle Every gland possibly … Continue reading For Her
Bedrock’s Testament
I write I write often Of an ethereal figure He has no name His presence I can’t fathom Only feel Through the words I impart Into the folds of napkins On nights of drunken stupors And banal escapades Riveting in exaggeration Dim bulbs and iridescent neon Grim eyes with hairless brows Fifty kilogram weight on … Continue reading Bedrock’s Testament
How I Deal with Loss as an Apathetic
Quick Aside- I may have claimed to have written this for others, but it's mostly for myself. I wish someone had told me this years ago when I did struggle with my own personality and its effects socially. If anyone’s ever read my other posts, you should be well-aware that I’m quite the indifferent person. … Continue reading How I Deal with Loss as an Apathetic
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