I hope that anyone who reads this will understand it the way it is meant to be understood. But that rarely is the case with any prose or poetry. Meh. Don't just think it's about me being in love or something like that. Because you'd be wrong. Terribly, shamefully wrong.
"Heartspeak"
Do you know me?
I know that from this moment on
You will.
We've lost each other once or twice
But I just want you to know
That I never did leave you.
I've seen inside your dreams
Every night you've closed your eyes
And settled into sleep
I've been there inside you
To give you peace.
Every single night
You've known I'm there with you
In the quietest hours
But you have forgotten me
I fear your ears are deaf
Your fingertips are cold
I would give you more
But you'd fight back.
Listen
The way that you used to
And think of me again
The way that you used to.
Inside the most still of moments
I have always been there
You've always known it, too.
But I know that there have been times
When you think that I've abandoned you
When you have felt more lost than ever
When death has been the closest friend to you
And no other scent but oblivion has ever been as sweet.
I just want you to know
Right here
Right now
That I never did leave.
I have been here all along
Suffering in every heartbreak
Living in every tear
Every cracked and feeble day
Every hopeless moment.
You
And I
Are the same.
We pulse
We bleed
We breathe
We live
And we love
As one.
This next one is much different. I thought it had a lighter tone, but some people are giving me feedback that says differently. I suppose it's all subjective.
"Silkworm"
By: Me
Chasing after dreams today
I tripped upon a tree
Upon my looking upward
What creature should I see?
A small, white speck of life there hung
A horn upon its head
Staring back at me
Its spinning ceased
And the air was still
As this creature stared at me.
What signal I could give
That it might understand me?
For if one knows the history
It should have not been there
It could not have been there
For they exist but in captivity
Only in captivity
Oh, what tragic dependency.
And so I gazed in wonder
I did not dare to move
For I feared that if I toed away
Its thread might be torn asunder.
It may have been a dream
A strange imagining
But how it could have been
This creature in the wild
This bombyx mori thing
Something I had never seen.
It seemed to smile back at me
As I watched it resume its work
Spinning, spinning, spinning
But what it was, no doubt
No web, no web at all
For this is no arachnid
Spinning delicately about itself
To weave a thick cocoon.
Preparing for a transformation
Adroitly it wrapped itself
As in the softest silken blanket
Captivating me
Rhythmically, it spun in song
And I would be the last to hear it
Before the last beat thronged.
I know of no other beauty
No other grace of nature
No other gift supreme
Than this reincarnation
Oblivion, rebirth
A dream, my friend, a dream
New form, new life
Wings in place of horns
Stems without the thorns.
Oh, what a blessed life it is
To die
And live again
To take up wings
And fly away
Explore each and every fiber of this life
In a more ephemeral way.
Hope you enjoyed them !
Please feel free to offer any constructive (and I emphasize CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism or praise. Anything. :)
Cheers,
K.
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