Deep Breaths Outside

"Some day, some one will come along and change you, change everything. You'll discover what love really means, what it can do to you and for you. You'll become a different person - a better one, and all the things that confuse you now will make sense."

"Well yeah, I agree. So what happens to you when that one person leaves you behind?"

"..."

"Yeah. The apocalypse happened while you were busy being changed, being better. Now all your friends have lost the capacity to understand you, and so they move on as well. You get superficial relationships at best, and fulfillment never really comes. You pour your soul out to no one and nothing, hoping that maybe God will take pity and just kill you off. But He doesn't - whether to let you wait forever for something you believed could only happen once, or to let you suffer for your sins...it's hard to tell.

It's true enough that there's someone for everyone...but what happens if you use that someone up?"

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Impulses drive through the brain, snippets of electrical currents that come from nowhere and return to the void.
Feels like an ocean moving beneath the earth, whips cracking against illusions of solidarity.
Prayers pour, teardrops lost in raining fire, hopes clinging with broken hands to motes of dust...drifting out of reach...

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There's more to some of this, maybe. Blame introspective music, or whatever.

- C

A Kiss

The first touch of the lips is electric; flashing lights behind closed eyes.
Light sparks fire as matches to kindling, fit to consume the self in its entirety.
Fire smolders slowly in each movement, rendering self-control a laughable illusion.

The refrain is what does it, though.
Before any time at all has passed the barrier between one and the other shatters like fragile glass.
Leaving only the infinite pause of being utterly one.

Lips slide along each other purely on instinct; intent is irrelevant and outdated.
Chemicals in the midst of an explosion don't have a choice in the matter either.
Sparks fly as in a thunderstorm, and the act is no more predictable.

Ultimately there is no energy left separate.
Not one and the other, but both - like an exploding star,
Fused together in the smallest fraction of eternity.

Something to expand later

I am not your Deus ex Machina, nor your stereotype.

I am not your savior, nor your defiler - I am not yours at all.

I am not a constant, a fixed point. I am fluid in motion.

I am not a voice, not an opinion... but a concept.

I am not what you perceive; I am a storm on the surface of the sun.

Love is not.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

 Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Wilde Thing

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde

Interesting how poets tend to capture things so succinctly...at least if you don't realize that half of poetry is cutting away the words that mean nothing to find something more.