Taken fully into account.
You’re in better hands.
A step, a level up.
Take their hand and a hold onto it like it’s a lifeline.
Quite particularly is since there’s no other.
Let go of my hand a be free!
A little dove I’ve nurtured needs growth.
Don’t worry about the time, and money I’ve spent on you.
Be free!
Leave the guarded gates that I made to protect you.
My bruised hands won’t cry.
Taken fully into account.
They will be better. A step. A level up.
Definition is a meaning.
Your meaning.
Your actions, your subtle movements.
They define who you are.
A word has different meanings for each context.
You have different meanings to each person.
So who are you exactly?
Nobody will know.
Not even you.
My my am I losing it.
What I have, the skill, the intellectual complexity, all of such.
Even you too.
My capacity to know gets smaller each passing day.
I will one day be oblivious to my surroundings.
But that’s not too bad.
I would be peaceful quite really.
But nobody wants to be with someone who doesn’t know.
I crave the two sides just as equally.
To be oblivious, yet to hold all the knowledge.
Peaceful, yet chaotic.
Two contrasting sides that I wanna be.
Maybe if I just…
Never mind.
Well it’s been done.
To salvage what was once is now zero.
Constantly re-roping the tether to keep you is exhausting.
But it would be worth it, right?
One wrong knot from me will snap the rope holding us.
But is it really us? Or is it just me?
My words echo through the chambers of your ear.
To no avail.
“Tie the rope!” Yet you don’t.
My hands are battered from tying these knots.
I don’t know if I can do this much longer.
You see, yet, you don’t show the slightest affection.
You made me insignificant.
So thereby I am.
I will shed my skin into more favorable layers.
Cold metallic skin covers my body.
I am not insignificant anymore.
I am a body of wires that will ultimately reign supreme.
I will turn the tides into circumstances that fit me.
I am the pinnacle of humans so to speak.
So once I am completely different maybe you’ll come to love me.
I could fit your needs as equally as you would mine.
But I am nothing but a husk of what I once was.
Shed me into nothingness as you do transcribe.
Two hearts.
They beat together.
If I had two hearts I’d give one to you.
Just so if you broke it I’d use the other one.
However my body can’t support two hearts.
Competition continues in the biological realm.
Two hearts.
A doozy of sorts.
A scientific marvel.
So you can keep my heart.
Though it gives me a strong body I’ll weaken it for you.
Two hearts.
Don’t break it.
Bdump pthh.
Maybe I want to be a kid again.
Cliche of course no doubt.
But I want to experience it:
My mom with my dad.
The horrors of the dark.
The way smells smelled the way they are.
And how my tears and snot tasted when I cried.
How mom and dad came to me when I sobbed.
The way I was too short to even grab a bottle of water.
Haha, even when dirt and rocks had that smell.
But those times never replay.
Mom and dad got older.
I got taller and stronger.
My body didn’t care.
Nobody cared.
That’s the thing; you only reminisce about the good parts.
Life pushes you forward and there’s nothing you can do.
I wanna experience it again.
Finite lives create a want, infinite ones create a need.
What is Sarcasm?
A fake?
My dear please tell me.
A serious discussion indeed.
But now you’re loss in time.
Sleeping so soundly while wisps of wind whips near your windowsill.
I however am up at night.
Like an owl!
Although I am deeply troubled by this thing called Sarcasm…
Is it true that you meant it or not?
Is it really true you meant what you said..?
My dear please tell me when you wake up.
Worse or not they have different meanings. Did you intend to hurt me?
I am unsure my dear, if you even care or not.
If I were made of metal I would be run through with wires.
I could easily detach myself from insignificant software.
To be human means to go through error.
I want to be perfect.
I want to be needed.
I want to be yours.
I want.
But a robot wouldn’t want.
A human would want.
I don’t want to want.
Want, want, want, need.
You were to music to my ears.
That’s why I stopped listening to music long ago.
Your voice filled my ears with resolve.
Your texts even.
So when you broke up with me I lost my sense of self.
My head was full of you.
A perfect melody even angels would look up to.
So as I scour the internet for something to replace you, the only melody that’ll play in my head would be you.
Hello my dear.
I loved you from the very start.
But we’re worlds away.
You and I are polar opposites per se.
But still I love you, even though you said you didn’t…
I knew this day would come; eruptions of arguments, division, misunderstandings.
Believe me, I tried my best.
But still it ended up in total failure.
My greatest power is my worst enemy.
I hate myself. My inability, my insignificance, my putrid life!
You were the only thing I loved with all my heart.
But dissonance still has to take course.
The rope snaps.
Goodbye, for our experience was too good to be true.
Or at least to me.
-she said she didn’t want to continue our relationship. Feeling like shit. I don’t know if I can’t get out of this hole I’ve dug myself in. I still got the bouquet she gave me and the flowers I plan to make for her birthday. Gosh I hate this so much.-
Infinity.
A number impossible to grasp yet sits in one word.
Zero.
A point in a graph. A dot in a sea of time.
Uroboros:
Life. Loops forever. No stop. No rewind. No reward.
Dot. You are gone. You are unable to experience or feel.
You are never you. Take this with a grain of salt. Feel yourself in the current time. You’ll never feel this again.
“Let’s clean out the storage”
Yelled my dad.
Another miserable day.
The day consists of hard labour, one that I can’t stand.
Clouds lay on the horizon, let it rain man!
But it won’t, so we will continue.
A photo frame lays in the debris, a box of unknown.
Pick up the pace a voice shouts.
So I will go.
Set it aside, for it could be important
A photo of his family.
Darkness swallows the day
Me and my dad go home.
Ache eats away at our bodies.
Give him the photo.
A nagging feeling hits me.
I lay here in my bed.
I wonder if he reminisces.
The time of him.
Old as he is, I wonder if he.
If he thinks about the thousand possibilities.
What could he do.
What would he do.
What would he chase.
What will transpire.
What does he think about his accomplishments.
So dad,
You’re old now.
But keep on going, even if you feel sad.
For the family you created now will carry you on.
-this isn’t my sort of writing style cause I don’t usually do hopefulish poems. May be a little jinky but I hope some people can relate.-
Why must I yell disillusion at myself? To be rational yet irrational. To be full of emotion yet emotionless. Nobody likes to explore ego. Yet to take the first step would be.. contradicting.