.
..Always Tied.
You cannot draw a perfect circle,
cannot derive success from goal setup to fail.
I learned this back then.
Would not repeat again, I repeat, would not repeat again.
So everything’s a lesson,
Sure, easy enough to act upon and grow.
Underneath remains cemented,
Haven’t figured how to disrupt the flow.
Everything we percieve fits a simple mold,
Yet perception warps the view.
Recognition fails to convince truth
Leaving us exposed to the deceptive hue.
Understood in reflection, but direct – unclear.
Force not to let the fragile situations slide.
The view slips further..
Struck
In the most vulnerable times,
Sight becomes crystal clear.
Know nothing, but everything is understood.
Everything endangered.
Know nothing and question everything?
Or know everything question nothing?
But can knowing everything, yet questioning everything exist at once?
On a distant evening, mind separated from body.
Thought separated from mind.
Face to the mirror sees angles, not eyes.
It could be so simple.
I’ve wished before,
In times less easy.
A more simple way,
To convey.
At a glance,
Questions would no longer tickle the nerves of your ever wandering mind.
Symbolism is so universally understood.
But in common circumstance,
The world slips on a mask.
Do I want to know who they are first?
Or surrender to them who I am, effortlessly?
YY. PP.
Its thinnest ribbon of light, gleaming only ever so slightly.
Slips through the subconscious, existing no more than the leaves that fall on an Autumn day;
Animated only by external disturbances. Influences, perhaps.
As if the stars
disappear behind,
are engulphed in,
The city sky.
Waveforms
overtake,
overwhelm,
Their targeted direction.
That wide eyed shock.
Deer in the headlights; freezing in the moment for far too long;
When in truth, the world was still moving.
Just as time reliably dictates.
If you push and I pull, we do nothing?
Horizons
Horizons,
You’re vegan masterpieces never cease to amaze my palate.
I truly appreciate your ability to sear and serve tofu as if the whole world recognized it was better than that fois-e gras-e stuff.
Sheer satisfaction.
Thank you for not closing.
Moving. I can handle that. I am too.
It’s nice to know, when in Philadelphia, I can still seek out the skills of your fantastic chefs. First meal on my mind when I’m in town.
And make sure, no matter what, you keep your vegan cheesecake on the menu.
Thanks,
Emmy
Beyond.
Simple weeds lay forgivingly underneath each step.
Slipped a tear once again for you.
A lush sheath of green, interrupted for a memory’s sake.
A visit to the area you lay – unmarked and overtaken by nature.
I no longer know where I stand in your proximity.
What remains, after all this time has slipped behind me?
Is the thriving world above you the consequence of your moving on?
Beyond.
Do you hold against me the tiny annoyances that used to let me laugh?
Kept me up at night, before and ever since.
I never will for get the slight differences you couldn’t change.
The differences I’ll never experience once more.
Reality’s bruises stamp my heart.
It was suddenly you were weak.
In the beginning, you always deny the end.
Vividly, we all see it into future.
Yet somehow, life still manages to crumble at its blatantly announced arrival.
Everyday I feel the guilt you left me. Was I wrong? I was normal.
Society did not disagree.
Shounldn’t've been the referee.
I know you never meant it, you couldn’t have.
It’s merely what existence encompasses.
We all could have done more the second time around.
But I don’t ask for that.
It couldn’t work.
That simple patch of nature shows what can come of old in time.
Let this be that lesson.
Deprived, you learned,
but bitterly overdue.
An evergreen on its second year, flourishes on your shaded, earthen green.
The glimmer of butterfly wisps about and past.
You were my first love.
