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Days are lonely
Pretty much.
It's maddening instead of being quiet
Like it used to.
The silence is deafening
And being alone feels like dying
Slowly.
Like a tree shedding its leaves in a late summer
One after one
Baring itself to the wind
And the warm sky.
Tears are not bitter anymore
And heartbeats are no longer throbbing
To anything that matters
To anything.
Untill the next season.
Wondering if the next winter will ever arrive.
This land is a strange one
Time, foreign
And cruel people.
But the air is not so unkind
It, with sweet acceptance, flows around.
It is lovely and engulfing
Promising
Of no false hopes
At the end.
Only, perhaps
Of, for once
Peace.
Pretty much.
It's maddening instead of being quiet
Like it used to.
The silence is deafening
And being alone feels like dying
Slowly.
Like a tree shedding its leaves in a late summer
One after one
Baring itself to the wind
And the warm sky.
Tears are not bitter anymore
And heartbeats are no longer throbbing
To anything that matters
To anything.
Untill the next season.
Wondering if the next winter will ever arrive.
This land is a strange one
Time, foreign
And cruel people.
But the air is not so unkind
It, with sweet acceptance, flows around.
It is lovely and engulfing
Promising
Of no false hopes
At the end.
Only, perhaps
Of, for once
Peace.
Literature
THE DISAPPEARING DREAM
To appear and reappear in a dream Falling through mirrors Eyes without a soul Shadows past by the flickering of the candle light Lost in the image of a faded photograph Buried in your memories of a forgotten time There you stand naked and afraid, with your back against the wall
Literature
Self-love
Emotions flowing without shape, a river of songs wild and strange, harmonious light on the surface, dark dissonance lurking beneath, reflecting the beauty found in you, you looked and seeing yourself, fell in love like beautiful Narcissus. Transformed into a flower, I caress your delicate petals, before crushing you in my hands, only to see you reborn again, with your stem covered in thorns.
Literature
Does it bother you?
Does it bother you
That I am incomplete?
An empty shell
Left behind
Utterly weak.
Does it bother you
That I am broken?
Scattered pieces
Endlessly lost
Never to be spoken.
Does it bother you
That I am defeated?
Lost to the world
Forgotten by all
Forever to be repeated.
Does it bother you
That I am lost?
Forever wandering
In the shadows of life
A whisper never to exhaust.
Does it bother you
That I am enslaved?
By my memories
And darkened thoughts
A soul never to be saved.
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The title credit is to the Japanese "Always With Me" song by Joe Hisaishi that inspired this.
I love the song and her voice is strangely calming, despite not understanding Japanese myself. Still, it's an absolutely beautiful song.
I should mention that this song is in the masterpiece Spirited Away..
About the poem, I am very aware of the contradiction between its content and the title, for I have no one with me...
I love the song and her voice is strangely calming, despite not understanding Japanese myself. Still, it's an absolutely beautiful song.
I should mention that this song is in the masterpiece Spirited Away..
About the poem, I am very aware of the contradiction between its content and the title, for I have no one with me...
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beautiful, draws my own aloneness...thanks for sharing