Familiar passerby conveningat various locations, in various times.The world slows to a snail's pace.Our worries, our happiness, our afflictionsaired in public spaces.We belch at our fears,and joyfully sob at each other's successes.For mere seconds,we breathe airand leave without remorse.Separation with earnest intentions,life will allow us our time together againin the future.If not tomorrow, then the … Continue reading Familial Friendship
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Existential Spite
Quiet trepidation of aged earthstutters man's momentum.Faltering and wallowing, a solidified sludge covers his eyes.He attempts to take holdof roots beside him,but they crumple in his palms.The mud thickens.His feet spatters until hefty with soil.Man attempts to progress forwardwhilst bound.In the midst of his miring,he chuckles,"Another day."
Unconditional Love
An indifferent childlives without embraceand is beaten mercilessly.It craves affection,but is met with severe brutality.It is told that this is love.Everyday,it is told that this is love.Its wounds inhibit its motions.Its breath is imbued with fear.But it continues its slog,for this is a life that is worth living,or, so,it was told.Beyond the years of its … Continue reading Unconditional Love
Before I Sleep
Blank space ponders yesterday,finding pockets of airin unedited history.Attempts at tinkering insoluble eventsas to remedy today's afflictions.Pursuing lost opportunities in lost time,Imagining every permutation of singular moments,to assuage current worries.A multiverse of what could have been;Like counting sheep,fantasies grant rest.It is comfortingTo imaginewarmth.
Adulterated Existence
The untendered, aimless spiritRends dried hay into sandAtop itself, buried into earth.Its head exposed,Glancing into space.Its mind adrift clouds.Floating endlessly,Bound for nothing.
Grumbling Adults
Silently weeping children Unheard by complacency. They remain beneath transparent malaise Under us, the Giants. We've chosen to look every which way But down. We dance, trot, hop, skip, stomp, and lunge above clouds. Every so often, we find Treacly corpses Stuck to our boots.
White Lilies
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.
White Lie
Strange afflictions are the daily mundanities in which embodies daily living. For millennia, creating a sturdy ground Now cheapened by abundance, Carrying the weight of the many Who do not care. Blotched footprints in these ancient etched tiles And rotting wood, Man looks up before the floor crumbles from below. Worn peoples hug falling debris, … Continue reading White Lie
Departure of Time
Bunny clouds embrace our curiosity And ever so slightly exacerbate our youths, Wherein which the present gifts us With our hubris, our impulse, and our petulance. In the exacting of vengeance upon mundanity, We can only ever wish For the grass beneath our soles To remain kissing our heels in perpetuity, For adventure is novel- … Continue reading Departure of Time
Dying Romantic
In the penultimate chapter, We lie in wait. Bereaved in wonderment, The fantastical elements of What could have been our lives And the reality I forsake. For merely in our thoughts We’ve yet to leave The azure skies The radiant sun, effervescent in its warmth; The only place where My hand remains intertwined With yours. … Continue reading Dying Romantic
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