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We did this on purpose
it was thoughtful design--
we split from one self
and set up a time
to meet again--
we might have been
lovers, or family
or friends--
it doesn't matter
in the end, your soul knew
my soul's name,
and when one called
and one answered,
two were glad then.
The vessels might
part, maybe sooner
than I'd like, and
it'll be heartbreak
away from your side,
but I know that
I'll recognize you
in any disguise--
and I trust that
when we were wiser
than we are right now,
we decided it
was silly to live
any of our lives
without the other.
We must have traded
something essential
because I’ve found
myself in you--
and when we met, I realized
I was carrying you with me
too—and now I know
that can't be undone--
it's carved in something
so much more than stone--
we will never be
alone, and we
can't turn back
into you or I,
but always
we are us now.
Always us.
it was thoughtful design--
we split from one self
and set up a time
to meet again--
we might have been
lovers, or family
or friends--
it doesn't matter
in the end, your soul knew
my soul's name,
and when one called
and one answered,
two were glad then.
The vessels might
part, maybe sooner
than I'd like, and
it'll be heartbreak
away from your side,
but I know that
I'll recognize you
in any disguise--
and I trust that
when we were wiser
than we are right now,
we decided it
was silly to live
any of our lives
without the other.
We must have traded
something essential
because I’ve found
myself in you--
and when we met, I realized
I was carrying you with me
too—and now I know
that can't be undone--
it's carved in something
so much more than stone--
we will never be
alone, and we
can't turn back
into you or I,
but always
we are us now.
Always us.
Literature
plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
Literature
Waiting
We are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
Literature
Six Word Story
my mother kept smiles in bottles
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I've been so lucky to find so many in my life so far.
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very beautiful words/poem/thoughts indeed,
positive thoughts can change everything,
positive thoughts can change everything,