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[silently-whispering-meep]

Presence

Peace is your head on her shoulder

snuggling tight so you don’t get colder.

Peering up, hidden is her facade.

Sunlight prickles the edge of her face,

like a playful mirage.

Peace is your head on her shoulder

You think as you remember you called her.

Looking down, apparent is her facade.

LEDs glow in the darkness,

like a playful mirage.

[silently-whispering-meep]

I detest you.

You come as you please. Me, helpless.

Your existence becomes the only thing I see.

You, a crystalline complex creation.

Your beauty deters all of my plans.

If I move too soon, I risk everything.

I dread this wait: shivering, numb.

But still.. you force me to be still.

The moment of contemplation inside me.

By blocking my vision, you give me sight.

I can only mutter "I love.."

But..

My engine roars to make you disappear.

You turn into tears that I must wipe away.

I drive towards my destination without you.

Even after this harsh storm,

I hope to see you again.

Frozen Windshields, Blyyth

[silently-whispering-meep]

This journey has been long overdue.

Taking the first step on this arduous quest to

find myself, take control and find a new

way to stop and listen to these young doves coo.

And look up.. Finally look up at the sky and see only blue

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Days past and in my head I hear a screech that can pierce air

One day, confident and intellectual, but now like Cicero.

Executed, silenced by that unreachable chateau

or dethroned, left with the lonely sword of a wandering ronin.

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My thoughts, so slow, start the queue..

Ah wait, I think I'm fine, you?

rumbling pain, every time I threw

up. An unsettling feeling just.. number two

maybe if I just grew

up. I could try to use some glue

to rebuild everything that blew

up. and all I am left.. Who?

Nothing left to pursue.

Can I undo?

Happiness to pursue

Undo

Who?

UP!

The sky is no longer blue

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Can't wait for this to be over, do

you know what it feels like too?

Why would you do this if you knew?

How much I suppressed.. oppressed, Fuck this, i'll start a coup

I stare down at my hands, down my throat and all.

I see.

is blue.

Blue, Blyyth

[silently-whispering-meep]

Looking over my shoulder, no potion.

Ocean of thoughts. For now, I'll allow

Vow to protect, for courage I yearn

Earn the fading glimpse of red.

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Infrared tingle

Subtle without darkness but

Always finds the heart

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Cooking the last meal

Hoping for seconds

Organizing lost letters

Idling winter nights

Composing the rest of our lives

Eating under the pink/purple hue

- Red, Blyyth

[silently-whispering-meep]

Lost Words

I have always thought about the power of last words. The words that you say or hear from the deceased. You’ll be lucky to hear them in person, if not through a letter written with absolute feelings. These last words have the composition of any other. Syllables tied together with meaning. Meaning that transforms the wondrous vibration of air into a gift. Or a knife. I wonder. But last words are so powerful because they are held in eternity. They cannot be contradicted, they cannot be disproven. They simply exist. Of course not simply, their weight becomes a living tangible thing. A weight that can warm the coldest heart, or a weight that could wound the most beautiful angel. 

and because of this. I believe last words are cowardly. Last words remove all responsibility from the sender and removes any opportunity for response.

I used to believe that I want to die. I wanted to die to harness this power upon the people that I love. “To have the final word”. I wanted to expose the regret in their heart and forced them to say, “I should’ve done more”. It’s as if my death would just screamed, “LOVE ME”.

I no longer think this. A good reason that I have seen people use to counter this notion of last words is the phrase, “life is short”. I agree with this completely. Death just is. Death does not have morals. Death can easily take away an elderly man as it can a newborn. However, I realized that their are people that think that this is not enough.

“Life is short, but what if it’s longer. I need to focus on these things. He hurt me. She doesn’t deserve to hear it. I’m not worthy to say it. I don’t know what to say”

I would add to the argument of life is short. Why not speak as if every word is your last word? Why not give EVERY word you utter from your lips have the power of eternity? Do you not realize that every word you speak lives in the lives and hearts of anyone that hears it? 

Even in situations where your last words has a positive effect on the life of your recipient. What if you could say that before you died? What if you didn’t only have the opportunity to push their life to new limits, but you also got to walk with them through that journey? 

So pick up your last words, and say them to my face.

[silently-whispering-meep]

What is friendship?

Friendship is when you believe in someone

Like they were fireworks waiting to explode.

An explosion of colors.

Forming the mirage of light and mirrors.

Mirroring the one true Light

Like how an embrace silences dark clouds

Clouds resembling familiar patterns

As if you were home

And in that vast sky.

Friendship is so much more.

- Metaphor Graveyard, Blyyth

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Losers

My tortoise of a heart chasing this hare

Can I stay steady to win the race? They say,

That a person can, just by living,

damage another beyond repair.

No matter how much I fight.

I’ll be left to the dust.

Sandstorms take over my mind and soon

You’ll be far away, out of sight.

I’ll wait for you to call.

Bloodied by my shadows.

Bob and weave. Am I together or afloat?

Is hope enough to stall?

Is this just wanting what’s best

for you? In my own home,

selfishness is an unwelcome guest.

So I’ll just play my part.

Once you leave, I will see if I could survive

with this distance between me and my heart

[silently-whispering-meep]

I watched you in my arms with your eyes closed. Will you let sleep kiss your soft lips? I dare to move, lest I disturb the peace you bring. My heartbeat keeps the tempo to your rest. Like a leaky faucet in an abandoned warehouse. The light only on us, as if we were stars. You speak… with your eyes still closed. As if telling me your dreams. But I am already in a dream. A dream in which invisible strings held us tighter.

And we were only puppets to our hearts.

Time, Death, and other little things, Blyyth

[silently-whispering-meep]

My Garden

If I were a plant, or more accurately, if there was a plant that shares the qualities of my heart, it would be the rose of Jericho. Surrounded by shifting sands, unable to truly take root. This nomadic birth becomes eternity, hoping for a time to live. Unraveling and brightening when water does come. But that ounce of happiness inevitably dries out. Shriveling in a tight embrace becomes the only option. Now, rethink the foundation of life. It should be asked, Is there more majesty in the ability to live or in the ability to survive?

A rose was born with the ability to hurt others, and Jericho was always destined to fall. What would be for the rose of Jericho then? Is it to wander the world aimlessly or be the sole observer of these duels at high noon or just proclaim forever:

"I despise myself and in my nothingness, I apologize."

Will you be the one who can hold onto me with my thorns piercing your soft heart? Will you blow the trumpets as loud as you can while revisiting the same walls seven-fold? Will you love me when I have nothing? When I run away?

Thank you.

[silently-whispering-meep]

What does this mean to you?

If you stare at a star long enough, it will start to move.

If I stare at a star long enough, what am I doing? Do I expect a response from that fiery ball in the sky? To me.. the star is so small, so insignificant. But through knowledge… or is it faith?… I know it can contain unfathomable amounts of my arrogance. To have my scrutinizing glare move such a thing would show my power.

“Budge…”, I mutter, hoping that the star would twist and turn like a dancer on a lonely audition stage. Trying to prove that they exist. “YOU ARE NOTHING”, I yell. A tear forms in my eye as I finally see it twinkle. This pitiful staring contest ended with me as the victor. I have finally conquered the universe. Time and time again, I will always be on top… but what if? What if the star is also staring back at me? Hoping that if it stares long enough, I will move. But even a star cannot stay as still as me…

So… if I stare at myself long enough, will I move?