Post by alyoshka on Jun 2, 2011 14:24:57 GMT -5
Don't be too harsh!
Dedicated to the one I love:
The way he took a sip of his coffee. His tongue slowly moving across his lips; side to side, back and forth. How he quickly recoils from it once it burns the tip of his tongue. His eyes roll away from it and there he is; as our eyes meet, I fall in love once again.
A Paroxysm of ineffable emotion floods my brain and heart as he simply sits there and gapes. His expression is frigid and detached, as his thoughts and intentions are ambiguous to the eye. What exactly is it that is encumbering that afflicted mind is uncertain. Asking would be irrelevant; words can be dubious and deceptive. Real truth appears through that unexpecting gaze.
Alas, there we sit across from each other just as strangers. Hands in our laps; fingers laced together, avoiding eyes.
An Existentialist Melody
Poem 1
Life seems without meaning, at first glance.
We need to realize it’s much more that!
Life is a beautiful sunset; setting at the end of the day.
Slowly lingering on way past its reign.
What it creates live on even when the day is gone!
Infinitely going on and on.
Poem 2
I progress toward uncertainty with despair,
Accepting the merciless fate of demise.
Which has distantly embraced me with care,
Just lightly enough, as I am able to get by.
Freedom that heavily reins my body and soul,
Escaping nothing but my choice of action.
Thus, it is under this burden I closely hold;
I cannot be restrained from this deadly attraction.
While imprisoned in a world without purpose,
Abandoned is what I cannot help but feel.
Yet, there even lies hope deep on the surface,
And such is the irreplaceable free will.
Where I resort to is solely up to me.
Hence, merrily do I sing, let it be, let it be!
Poem 3
Violently does he cradle me with his word;
Lightly seasoned with a barren direction.
Such is the expected existence in the absurd;
When one is hurled into nausating dejection.
Dedicated to the one I love:
The way he took a sip of his coffee. His tongue slowly moving across his lips; side to side, back and forth. How he quickly recoils from it once it burns the tip of his tongue. His eyes roll away from it and there he is; as our eyes meet, I fall in love once again.
A Paroxysm of ineffable emotion floods my brain and heart as he simply sits there and gapes. His expression is frigid and detached, as his thoughts and intentions are ambiguous to the eye. What exactly is it that is encumbering that afflicted mind is uncertain. Asking would be irrelevant; words can be dubious and deceptive. Real truth appears through that unexpecting gaze.
Alas, there we sit across from each other just as strangers. Hands in our laps; fingers laced together, avoiding eyes.
An Existentialist Melody
Poem 1
Life seems without meaning, at first glance.
We need to realize it’s much more that!
Life is a beautiful sunset; setting at the end of the day.
Slowly lingering on way past its reign.
What it creates live on even when the day is gone!
Infinitely going on and on.
Poem 2
I progress toward uncertainty with despair,
Accepting the merciless fate of demise.
Which has distantly embraced me with care,
Just lightly enough, as I am able to get by.
Freedom that heavily reins my body and soul,
Escaping nothing but my choice of action.
Thus, it is under this burden I closely hold;
I cannot be restrained from this deadly attraction.
While imprisoned in a world without purpose,
Abandoned is what I cannot help but feel.
Yet, there even lies hope deep on the surface,
And such is the irreplaceable free will.
Where I resort to is solely up to me.
Hence, merrily do I sing, let it be, let it be!
Poem 3
Violently does he cradle me with his word;
Lightly seasoned with a barren direction.
Such is the expected existence in the absurd;
When one is hurled into nausating dejection.
