Poems from whoiskidkheprii
So much for what is said
So what for what is seen,
Heard,
Felt.
What's real, what lasts
Is the mind.
Words fade
As do memories
But the...
Fixation - the harboring of remnants
The hope of motion stinted, Stagnant.
A dangerous position, fixed on the image of
The Past; a shadow...
She heard a song through the window
Saw the faded light caught crisp through the pane
Not the beauty of the day, or the autumn orange sun...
There are certain gears
that move with every breath
they crank
they spin
in weightless rotation
In and out you breathe
and round about...
I had met with an angel.
Here's what he had said:
Love me forever, and it costs but one small thing
a life, fleeting
a soul-less little...