The modern strings of life

The modern strings of life part 1

At present

imagine the man who spins his web
then imagine 7 billion weaving

Pick one man

look at the lines that hold him in place
sticky strings shoot out from his desire

not knowing

lines of luxury and dissociation
there are lines of friendship tested by the lines
of crisis
and unfamiliar lines that bind him nonetheless

conflicting

strings pull his hands and feet
until those parts bleed

webbed

strings pull on so hard that we find him dead
decapitated by his own desires

complex

woven strings
that fail him time and time and time again.

poem # 12

You cut through my heart like the lightning that shatters my window.
I wish your continued silence be bro ken like how the thunder
s_ a_ t_ r_ s
_h_ t_ e_ the night still.

I gasp at the thought as the thunderstorm clouds approach me.
I know the familiar dread it brings.

Unlike the rain, the storm clouds could never touch the ground.

It is sad for I don't know how to transofrm myself into the beads
that drown themselves upon you.

So it remains

You

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I

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Moments of Desire

My desire is freedom from you

yet it is my desire to be with you

in a prison of fiery love that burns
with passionate kisses and caresses

it is my obsession for oil to wash our bodies fervently
strong like how water rushes from the falls

I want it seething, lingering in our bones
I want it to set aflame our souls

until our bodies dance like the
flames that fuel the sun.

my desire is to shine in the universe
both of us radiating eternally

it will be
until i collapse and
or
be free to
desire ONCE more.

Moonlit

Moonlit


it was a moonlit night

i finally saw it in your eyes, the yearning ive

longed to see

the wanting i have secretly wished

they burn in your eyes the moon showed me




it was a reverie

the revelation that took place upon a farther night

when i think we had our fake i love yous but partially they

were meant

i hope they are at least...



but then you continue to elude me and yourself

and i couldnt face you either

so we escape each others grasps once more



i doubt this would be the same as the loves i had before

but this could go somewhere farther than the moon

if only you were someone else...

someone i also wish to be you...

Love Poem 2

Your Music

its your music that lingers with me
flows through me back

to not so long ago
i never listened to it
but as it plays

it brings the love back not
all but some of it

tears begin to form
sorrow envelops me because no matter
how hard i try to summon whole

the love we used to share
it just wouldnt anymore

song after song plays then
as it ends the feelings disappear
i play them again
your music
but it just would'nt play the feelings anymore.

Love Poem 1

Love series

Love

a gnawing thought more than us
eating my bones breaking me cell after cell
after cell

Piecing together a dramatic and confused
individual

one part hurting
another longing
mostly crying

wholely in love.

The shadow

the tiny shadow of a fleeting black butterfly that is,
the world to me

insignificant, pure and impure thoughts of dying and meeting my flame engulf me
like crashing to a candle weakly burning
striking me

my cocoon is rotten and they do not see me for what i am truly
because i have left my cocoon
and what is left is a shadow of a burning black butterfly
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thanks to eunice
i think id rather choose to go up than to dig deeper