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As I come to write, I blank.
Its like I have so much to say and then it all stops.

Why?

As I come to write,
It’s like the woman holding the pen is new,
Shaken yet steady
Healing but hurting

As I come to write,
a baby cries and scatters my thoughts among the floor. Finding them among the puzzle piecies, magnetic tiles and shoes seems…
Daunting.

But Why?

Maybe its cause the girl who used to walk the train tracks is gone…
The one who drove drunk and sang to the morning sun. Maybe its cause our song has changed.
Gained a few voices along the way.

Maybe its cause the girl who used to find herself in others, is starting to fill the gaps in. Maybe its cause those new voices slowed her down enough that she was able to understand that alone, she is whole.


Yet, as I come to write.. I blank.
In clay you rise
In dust dine
Heavenly place you survive
The harshness & misery
That flows above ground
Like a river through everyone's life.
Once amazing has come to an end, but a better fate await
As the clouds set to embrace you once more.
To all those lost. Rest in peace. Glory does await your beautiful souls
Aryaman Jul 2020
A lake beside that I sat,
On that garden bench.
My hands holding your hat,
But you weren't there.

Light went to sleep,
I sat there still.
Stillness grew deep,
You didn't come but believed you will.

I cried to moon,
Counted the stars.
He whispered softly in my ear,
"She went away soon!?"

I kept your adorable hat,
Besides me as you.
I felt asleep in a minute,
Neither I returned,
Nor you.

We just lost ourselves.
Read till the end.
winter sakuras Apr 2016
A drop in the ocean,
The tiny soundless death of a baby,
The distant explosion of a swelling star,
The second that skips by,
The full breath you take of the salty watery air,
As you close your eyes for the jump.

Your tear was a drop in the Ocean of Tears,
Your innocence was the death of a baby,
Your universe was wiped out by the star’s destruction,
The second that it took to realize,
There is nothing left to live for,
There is nothing better to die for.

The deep breath you take of the salty teardrop in the air,
Of my ocean filled with the suffering of all,
Of the time that always refused to past,
Of the time that was condemned to be lost,
Of the voices who went past unspoken and unheard,
Of the tears that weighed down individual souls.

And there in the depths of the very bottom,
Among the watery scars and faded dreams,
Seated on the throne of salty forbidden tears,
Surrounded by others who were lost like you,
I await your descent,
Into my kingdom,
Into my Ocean of Tears.

— The End —