One, two, three by projectilewordvomit, literature
Literature
One, two, three
My boyfriend watched, open mouthed
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs
and an urge to cradle your urn,
rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
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At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you hated religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
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“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is for
Ask the sun if he has room to shine
and he will regard you, distantly,
ticking it over in his behemoth mind.
He will tell you that he has space to spare
but that nothing is with him there.
His bed has no blankets or sheets.
He has no closet with shoes for his feet.
He tells me he mourns the twin he never had, and the grandchildren who never plucked at his coattails with grubby fingers and cried for him to come play. He misses the kisses of imaginary lovers. Listlessly, he tells me of immortality and celestial Midas' curse. But where is the tragedy? I persist. What about the company of other stars? He asks me, in return, if I've ever tr
I do not want to sleep.
I do not want to dream, but
I need a permission slip,
thrice notarized,
twice analyzed
and authorized.
I want to be in love when he takes my hand
and dips me in a grand gesture
of romance and light.
I do not want to fight.
I do not want to worry, but
life rolls on in a flurry,
and you need pills in a hurry
so you don't have to--
aren't allowed to worry.
There's a gap in my thoughts.
I fell in, and got lost.