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Not enough

How is it that three words that should mean the galaxy to someone can easily mean nothing?

Simple, they've been become numb to these words

Those three words are said to much, they're not enough

To truly show that you care no words will be enough

Action is required 

I have found someone i could say these words to in the most sincere manner possible

But why? They'll mean nothing.

If you already know, then the statement is rather redundant, is it not?

And redundant statements tend to be ignored

These words should be saved for special times, on special people

Don't waste them, for your sake.


Eternity

I'm sorry.

I can't say it enough

I made a mistake i can't take back

My misdeeds will go unpunished, not unfelt

The consequences are endless

For the rest of forever i will have done this

For the entirety of eternity

I would trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday

I would trade my life to make things right

But..

I can't 

I must move forward

I must live with this weight 

It is crushing

But not consuming

I can and will carry on


Summer

How could you be happier? 

The sun shines down lighting the world

The light keeps you warm

This warmth can be shared

Summer is when kinship is most easily formed

Summer is also a great metaphor, for when everything seems to be going right

But Summer ends, as with all things

Perfection cannot last, no matter how badly we want it to

See, this simple principle is in my eyes the reason for the very existence of despair

As I've said, despair seemingly has no right to existence

But the finality of the end can drive people to despair 

Little besides finality or the inevitability of finality's approach can make me feel despair 

What about you? 


Love

Love is an odd thing, as are most

Love more so than the rest

It's hard to even know it's there until it's gone

And despite knowing when i feel it, i couldn't describe it to someone

I guess the best way would be a bit of personification

Imagine those you love as a universe

Every word they say, a world,

Every sentence, a solar system

Every conversation a galaxy 

Only, you remember it all

But even that does not do love justice

It is such a complex thing....

Love is happieness

Love is fear

Love is despair 

Love is beauty

Love cannot truly be described


Forged of gold

A path of gold will shine brighter than all else

It can outshine even the sun

But with time it will warp

It will change

Gold is weak

A path forged in iron however may not shine as bright

But will never warp, never change

But iron must go through a crucible to get this way

See, people like to take the easiest route

But it is not the best route

It never is, if it was we would have already done it all

The answer is never quite that simple

To truly achieve wholeness you must be forged, and that happens in fire


Truth

It has been so long since i was truly happy

A facade was kept up for those around me, but it was never real

But i grew content with this way of living

Until recently, that is. 

Recently someone taught me to be happy again

Or maybe to begin with..

Alas, tis not important, the point is that i am happy.


Sleep

I've never slept well

When i clear my mind to fall asleep, all of my insecurities come to the surface

Recently though, a different thing has been keeping me up

I actually like it now though

The thing, or person rather, that keeps me up now is worth it

I would rather never sleep again than lose her

Although i don't think she would like that...

She never did like my sleep schedule.

Does this qualify as a poem?

I'll leave it here.


One day

Who knows what the future holds?

I sure as hell don't. I wish I did, would make life a hell of a lot easier. 

But at the same time, nothing ever seems to go right for me, what if that's all the future holds?

Just more misfortune. More suffering. More pain.

I don't know, that sort of fear is what stops me from wanting to be able to see the future.


It has recently dawned on me that my poems are not even really poems anymore...might stop updating this book for a while. 

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