I know this sounds ridiculous, but I want to share this poem I recently made (after so long of being
uninspired to write anything of that kind). The poem isn't for anybody, which is the weird part. So what made me write it? Who inspired me to scribble the words down, and feel the emotion as if these were running in my veins as real as they could possibly be?
your face, by the sun's shaft of light
creates a silhouette, a shadow untainted,
I will protect, against the superficiality of mortality
I will adhere, hold fast, before you vanish from eternity
that face, seeming like a portrait of restless charm
yet ambiguous, yet aging, yet a replica of loss,
a ghost thought forgotten…
still, the visage these emotions cradle
in this temporary suspension in time, no minutes drifting
only a madness that spirals around my neck,
an invisible helix drives me towards insanity and solitude,
still, I patiently, hopelessly wait
But the crutches could no longer hold the weight of this burden,
Of this desperation, of this painful reality
So Motionless, quiet, though not tranquil,
For this spirit demands no love from thee…
But then, is crazily in love…
…With…
...You…
It just seemed that one morning, I woke up and felt how blessed I am. I don't need to be in love to actually feel the intensity of the emotion. I don't need someone to inspire me...to make me believe that love is indeed...here...now. (hehe)
