not much, just about my mom
and how we are dying with
every breath we take
and how this life, all the emotions
we feel, all the tears we cry,
all the words we speak will be
forgotten in the blur of death and time.
sometimes I don't know if that's
more sad
or comforting, but then I ask myself
if i want to be remembered for life
or if I want to really, really live.
and then I'm okay.
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it really is just a blur isn't it?
at the end of the day,
all we think dwindles down to love.
to animalistic, natural love and care.
at the end of the day, our thoughts
are only what we love.
on our deathbeds, what will we
be crying for?
the fact that we didn't enjoy
our young years enough,
or that they're over already?
the fact that our children
are grown up and have to
face the world you faced
alone from now on.
the fact you'll never get to
hold another hand, another baby
in your arms.
what will we be crying for?
what we lost in ourselves
or what, all that is surrounding our
bed with sunken eyes and waterfall
cheeks, we still have to lose?
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I love so many things.
if only it could be enough
to fix all the things that are
so heavy, so heavy on my head.
there was a quote once that said
"if love was enough, you'd still
be here now."
but love is not enough.
no matter how full of it you feel,
no matter how much of it looks
exactly like life, death will overtake it.
but is that a bad thing, really?
anything that lasts forever is
something to fear.
except love, right?
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beautiful things.
when I think beautiful things,
I see sun shining through leaves,
leaving cheetah print on the forest floor.
I see a waterfall and a sunset and my
people smiling and I see death
and tears and what is life without
all the emotions?
what is life without fear?
without the fear to feel hurt
and come back and feel peaceful after?
what is life without the threat of death?
without the threat of endings
and broken hearts and dying pets?
what is life without stories and
without realizing that you are living one?
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why are people so mean?
don't they realize everything is
ending too quick to not make
people smile? to not save a butterfly
from the street or to catch fireflies
with an open palm?
they live too fast to miss seeing
the sky for one second.
I'm scared of spiders, but
ill place their quivering, multilegged
bodies in a cup and
give them back to the earth.
we all live too little to not
have mercy on eachother.
-V
YOU ARE READING
who i am and why i'm not (poetry)
PoetryI'll love you for history, through your death, through mine.
