when darknesss comes

I cannot see you

only my memories of you remain

as I bring you with me across my dreams

when light enters

I wake up to a nightmare

where you are not even here

non-existent

the darkness blinds me once again . . .

your smile would have saved precious lives if not altered into a frown,

my life

rain drops trickle down the glass window

twisting, turning, twining

showing their greatest vulnerabilty

drowning amongst others

its weight grasping onto gravity

sinking

beneath the existence of humanity

Why are

*s t a r s*

so significant

in poems,

while all the rest that has been on my mind just neglected?

and yet, I still write about

*s t a r s*

the dense clouds circled around me,

the glistening waters watched me,

the other side waited for me

I crossed the bridge

that used to border my soul

it freed me

leaving nothing, but peace . . .

The creature’s tentacle twirled once again, springing back to life. The living soul bursted high above the Earth’s crust like a champagne bottle on New Year’s Eve. And despite reaching its designated ground with an apparent easy burst, this creature was imprisoned below the planet’s cores for years and years, 16 years to be exact. It was truly a celebration of the ages, as the creature stretched it’s jelly-like substance.

I wake up to see

the slightest blur of golden

sunshine streaming in

#prose #sunshine

I never thought

for even just one moment

that life would meet death

Their ends finally touching

and their souls slowly diminishing

the universe that I used to live in

fading,

living seemed like dying