#rhymes
We speak without words
And breath without air
Our hearts compose without beats
And we shine without glare.
The earth seems silent
whenever we are together
The loudest of silences
Forever and never
r.t.
Distance lends to longing
Nearness, by contrast, diminishes interest
It kills curiosity and breeds familiarity in its place
Mystery traded for certainty
Risk for security
The unknown for the known
The strange becomes the expected
The average
The normal
Once fascinating, now commonplace
Questions turned answers
The proximity of loveliness almost begs to be tarnished
The beloved and the forsaken
The cherished and the abandoned
The most precious yesterday
The least desired tomorrow
And today is somewhere between
Distance is love without depth
Nearness is depth without love
My stories soar me
Higher than life
I edit
Thread it
Under the knife
You know things are bad when you try typing something coherent, and poetry is all that can be clawed across the keys. Fractured minds break fingers across abused keyboards to create shattered words. There’s pain in those misshapen keystrokes.
Deep down
Where light
And sound
Filter out
Deep
Deep down
Where shapes
And forms
Dissolve
Down
Deep down
Where nothing
Is the only
Something
Where
Deep down
Where nowhere
Is everywhere
at once
I
Deep down
Where lies
And secrets
Trade places
Keep
Deep down
Where mind
And body
Blur together
You
I’m writing now
But I know these words
And they sound as much a warning
As they do a whispered confession
I voice totally alone
Because
I’m not fluent enough
To make you understand
In a language neither of us speak
Or could really ever know
I’m writing now
But it’s not enough
Or maybe it’s far too much
Of something untranslatable
And laughably beyond my reach
Because
I’m not a casual anything
And nothing comes easy
In the ways I need them to
For you to be convinced to love me
I’m taking a long look
And a long draw
Of everything
I ever heard
Or saw
Of you
I’m catching up
And holding back
From choking
On this
Feeling
Of you
I’m forcing myself
And smiling
Through
I can’t make
Anything
Of you
The sea ahead of me,
as wide and as deep as my eyes could ever see.
And, right behind me,
lies the city’s biggest cemetery.
Look at me! Says the sea.
I am blue and just as full-of-life as you.
I’m sorry, says I. But I do not want you.
And all I wish is that, one day, I shall cross you.
Turn around! I hear from behind.
You disregard me. Yet, I will never disregard you.
There’s the sea. You can run, you can go through.
As for me, one day, I shall cross you.