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The weightless snow falls constant like our sorrow
All of our regrets, our mistakes—loss
Melancholy shades of isolated ice
Substance frozen in time reminding us of the moments
Lost to innocence and to the purity
Gone before we knew what had happened
Only to realize in retrospect that we are alone
In our tired state of burden
The snow is white but it is charred with our regret
It is a secret we keep
Unalarming in its sound but loud in its truth
The snow cries like our grief
Decision by decision falling in slow motion
Light until recognized by the heaviness of our memory
The Certainty of Chaos
I twist my fractal mind,
attempting to align with something I recognize,
but only fragments of me are revealed;
Some genius, a little beauty, and piles of hate—
I’m a scattered jigsaw left feeling unsatisfied and missing pieces.
I rotate again,
assuming that if I continue turning, I’ll somehow find the answers,
but all I find are more shards of glass and strewn pieces.
There are no real messages hidden here, are there?
Just more of myself.
I cannot be my own answer, can I?
The shapes of me continue to corkscrew.
I’m a crystallographic enigma caught in an egocentric trance.
Mesmerized by all my colors, I begin to lose time.
I become lost, inspired, and curious, yet constantly pessimistic about my existence.
Is that even possible?
Another turn and I feel I am meeting a stranger,
yet every part of me has lived here all along.
I think. If only I had met myself earlier, where would I be?
but then I must be reminded, I am here now.
I squint inquisitively wondering—
What's the meaning? What's my purpose?
Maybe with each adjustment, I change for the better,
and sometimes for the worse,
but change happens regardless.
If that’s true, then aligning to perfection will never work, can never be achieved,
and the answer lies within chaos itself.
Chaos...
…It’s the only certainty.
Perhaps I can come away with a deeper appreciation,
of who I am, who I was, and whom I have yet to become,
and maybe love is the same way.
Perhaps that’s why they say you should love yourself first.
So, I twist my mind once more
and greet me for the first time in a while.
Hello stranger, it’s time we met.
Searching
I found you in the corners of my room
In the nooks and crannies where
I had carefully laid the pieces of myself
That no one else should see
The fears, the hopes, the shared lost dreams.
Our hands, they mingled in the dark
And my eyes caught on a flash of light,
Gold and blues
Your favorite hues
They mixed til all I saw was black
I reached for you, but could not find
The hands I held, the eyes that cried
For you like me, are human too
And you had passed just like they do
To someone else, someone new
And I was left to look for you
in pieces of sky turned pink and blue
To Don’t List
· Don’t think that others
Are better than you
Because they
Are more confident.
· Don’t be the one
Who always gives in,
Doing favours for people
Who do nothing for you.
· Don’t put yourself under pressure
Because others have unreasonable expectations,
Making you feel guilty
For not meeting them.
· Don’t put up
With people who don’t respect you
Or abuse you
In word or deed.
· Don’t hide your emotions
Behind painted smiles
And pleasant words
Masking what you feel.
· Don’t be the one
Saving everyone else
With no-one to turn to
And not saving yourself.
· Don’t sacrifice your life
Don’t waste your time
And don’t forget
How good you are
And don’t forget
To always be you.
Don’t.
When It Happened
I
I never knew
I would fall in love again.
I never knew
I could feel this way again.
A world of possibilities
opened up to me,
falling like stars,
soaking into my soul.
I never knew
you loved me from the start.
I never knew
you were my destiny.
A single monent,
a single word,
changed everything,
falling like stars.
Now I know,
what you always knew.