However way i say it
It sounds presumptious
In reality:
a burdensome burden
All the praise
All the stifling pity
The not so quiet questioning
Sweet, kind, cheerful, helpful, loving
But alone
What are we missing?
What are we not seeing?
What a sad fate
Tsk tsk tsk.
I always win
There’s prosperity in my touch
There’s blessings in my prayers
There’s luck in my wishes for you
Our friendship is the silver lining
My hope will become your potential realized
Too bad though
i love losing to those who say they care.
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Where I used to wince
There’s is only now wood
I knock upon it daily
Questioning if it will ever will be flesh once again.
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If you only like me…
Why have you done more than the one who said he loved me?
Why have you made me feel
When I was convinced that I’m all but hollow.
I hear a searching echo where i promised to only let in silence evermore.
I want to ask
Does it ever reach?
Or is it made to only stay
Throughout its mortal vessels
which cease to beat
in fear of missing
what they claim
could sway the heavens itself?
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Is it this gift what makes the
Waves themselves never cease?
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That makes our memories resound
what our innateness would otherwise
dismiss?
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Does it bring us closer to the Divine?
Or does the Divine breathe closer
To the winds?
Sealing within
The hush
of all that can ever be
Perceived…
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Allowing us to forget to be self
bringing us a mote closer
to the
One
our bond is elastic
plastic
synthetically fused
for each other’s use
two puzzle pieces
that would never fit
two halves together
that would destroy the whole
here we are
still together
wound
around each
others’ fingers.
i know that look!
i know every word that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why do so many share the same?]
that little jump, that little crinkled brow,
the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’
i know those words!
i see every word before it is spoken,
it lies within your mind
and spills forth from confidence assured,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought!
i hear it before it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul
and struggles to come forth,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little contemplation, that little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see…
that i cannot help,
but be me.
harmless aren’t i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle…moreso a reflection of every other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon me
do i not seem not here?
intangled within my own yearning-keening-dreamings and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first…
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