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If my time comes then may it come.
I would only delay it to tell you once more of my love.
I would ask for just a few moments more to
pour out my dying heart in the midst of its fading pulse...
I have but a list of thanks and apologies to make...
to many, but most to you...I am mourning not my death,
but that my time was cut off before I could die with you,
before I meet my God.
Here in the garden which that
we had once dreamt of, I'll wait.
Watching you through the transparency of the pond
we would've sat by...filling it further,
with the tears that fall back to you.
It is not Heaven without you...it is only Limbo as Governed by God...
yet alas is there no such place as paradise
without you to hold, kiss and love. Patience and faith
would be my only allies against time.
And should I die right now, or at any given time...
I would want you to know that I never stopped loving you.
That the pain you brought me,
only delivered me back into the passion that we fought for...
My sins lie with my mistakes, laughing,
knowing that I am given only so much time to redeem myself...
only so much time to make your heart beat
a pulse for me once more, with a fire so sweet.
I have tried to the best the my ability and free will have to offer...
I have failed to the chance and
lack of luck that have been tossed on my path,
testing the very faith that did struggle while on my knees.
Should I meet my Guide in the white robe,
and be given the walkway to my God given limbo,
then all I truly wish for you to know...
is that I have always loved you...With a love that outlasts eternity.
I would only delay it to tell you once more of my love.
I would ask for just a few moments more to
pour out my dying heart in the midst of its fading pulse...
I have but a list of thanks and apologies to make...
to many, but most to you...I am mourning not my death,
but that my time was cut off before I could die with you,
before I meet my God.
Here in the garden which that
we had once dreamt of, I'll wait.
Watching you through the transparency of the pond
we would've sat by...filling it further,
with the tears that fall back to you.
It is not Heaven without you...it is only Limbo as Governed by God...
yet alas is there no such place as paradise
without you to hold, kiss and love. Patience and faith
would be my only allies against time.
And should I die right now, or at any given time...
I would want you to know that I never stopped loving you.
That the pain you brought me,
only delivered me back into the passion that we fought for...
My sins lie with my mistakes, laughing,
knowing that I am given only so much time to redeem myself...
only so much time to make your heart beat
a pulse for me once more, with a fire so sweet.
I have tried to the best the my ability and free will have to offer...
I have failed to the chance and
lack of luck that have been tossed on my path,
testing the very faith that did struggle while on my knees.
Should I meet my Guide in the white robe,
and be given the walkway to my God given limbo,
then all I truly wish for you to know...
is that I have always loved you...With a love that outlasts eternity.
Literature
Hospital
"I hate hospitals."
"Why's that?"
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"Why?"
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"...No."
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the pe
Literature
how to become a writer.
don't.
stay away from
pencils and pens.
don't look
at keyboards
or at blank pages
of notebook paper.
don't submit
to the emerald sigh of
vellichor,
the shredded sheets
of everything,
everything you've worked
your whole life to run away from.
don't live in the moment.
let love and fear float by,
just a skimming whisper,
because a whisper
is better than nothing.
a whisper is better
than the brittle falling-apart
of kairosclerosis.
suffer from catoptric tristesse,
but don't think about it
(for too long, anyways.)
look at the mirror
but never look yourself
in the eye,
because who knows what you've become?
don't write what you're feeling.
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I love poetry. You write really well