#lastsoliloquy

Gripping hands to feel,

to understand.

To see with the eyes of another

Magnetic waves of fire,

simmer,

lighting a ray of understanding

between to ends.

You truly understand.

Clarity through another's infirmity,

Tears well and swell

Like the tides

Your heart is filled.

Could it be?

A shift, a change

from who you used to be?

A heart softened by another's

secret plea;

please, someone, anyone understand me!

Your love was electric,

Te extraño.

Palabras que escapen de mi boca,

tal como respiro el aire del nuevo día.

Palabras que me siguen,

con cada paso, sonando como fantasmas desesperados.

Un corazón hinchado

de esperanza que parezca demasiado lejos.

Una espera breve

sin embargo, me llena los ojos de lágrimas secas.

Huesos están torcidos

con el paso de tiempo.

Veo una visión

de lo que podría haber sido—

ahora son las cenizas

de mi pasado

flotando en el viento.

Te extraño.

es como una voz que canta tranquilamente,

dándome fuerzas para levantarme.

Te extraño.

es como una memoria que me persigue,

quitando la máscara que me hace sentir triste.

Te extraño.

Se lleva en los olores de la vacuidad,

en los sonidos de la línea plana.

Te extraño.

Personas dicen que la pena está universal.

Pero sería únicamente mi dolor personal—

Te extraño.

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Memories of you.

I miss you.

Words that escape my lips,

just as I breathe the air of a new day.

Words that follow me,

with every step, sounding like desperate ghosts.

A heart swollen with hope,

that appears all too distant.

A brief wait,

nevertheless, it fills my eyes with dry tears.

Bones are twisted,

with the passing of time.

I see a vision,

of what could have been—

now they are the ashes

of my past,

floating in the wind.

I miss you.

It is like a voice that sings tranquilly,

giving me strength to arise.

I miss you.

It is like a memory that chases me,

taking away the mask that makes me feel sad.

I miss you.

It is carried in the smells of emptiness,

in the sounds of a flat line.

I miss you.

People say that grief is universal,

yet this personal pain could only be mine.

Joy

Alegría

Oh little child,

Tender hearted soul,

These are the things I wish you had been told.

The pain behind your eyes,

must have been so hard to bare.

I see this now in your weary stare.

Oh how sorry I feel to not have seen it,

so stuck in my grief

I could hardly believe it.

Through springs, falls,

and winters thrall-

I now can feel

how you truly bore it all.

My world collapsed you see--

but yours did to,

yet too young to overcome as I do.

Now this depth, this despair, all a faint whistle...

still plagues your weary heart like thorns and thistle.

If only I had known then what I understand now...

Yet alas, I cannot

so I hope this may suffice,

as to mend a few torn heartstrings

Through the jutting edge of the blood stained rocks I see it crashing, hitting the edge as the tides roll in and out-

A rhythmic pattern.

The sight is rancid yet mesmerizing as the vultures make their descendant dive, picking at what was left.

I have seen this many times before as the night is lit up in an array of sparkling light, from a great battle being waged before the Gods of a fallen world.

I watch as the young fighter pilot’s red life source mixes with the salty depths.

To me it is quite poetic.

Only ten yet not phased by warlike brutality.

Muscles strain with each breath not by him but by me.

Alive amongst the death and carnage a perplexing reality-

Metallic air and solemn serenity.

Gripping hands to feel,

to understand

To see with the eyes of another

Magnetic waves of fire

simmer

lighting a ray of understanding

between to ends

You truly understand

Clarity through another's infirmity,

Tears well and swell

Like the tides

Your heart is filled

Could it be? A shift a change,

from who you used to be?

A heart softened by another's

secret plea-

Please, someone, anyone, understand me