Grave Gravity

I still remember

The first time I saw his soul.

The moon reflected

The Sun’s embers.

Full, bright, gleaming.

Yet his tears were streaming

His heart was a black hole.

I tried to point out the stars

Their infinite beauty

But his eyes were blind

Gazing into the abyss.

They finally found me

His planet met mine

We collided in the darkness.

“I miss him so much.”

His cry created earthquakes

Which shattered my surface.

Our cores touched

Death is a mistake

Barely cured by my kiss.

But at that moment,

I was certain

That our attraction

Was stronger than gravity:

For his love was finally free.

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Rain

You inhibit the raindrops

From pouring out of your eyes

As clouds in your mind thunder

And you feel your heart surrender.

You know if he senses emotion

He will escape in revulsion

Because he evades all types of attachment

In fear of the inevitable disappointment.

He does not understand the sensation

Of dancing in the raindrops formulating around him.

It reminds him that he too is merely human

That he too can endure such desperation.

But mostly, it reminds him that you are real

That human connection is a learning process

And you cannot estimate its failure or success.

Inconsideration creates exasperation

The clouds explode in the collision

Tears flow savagely onto the stone

That once used to be your heart.

The storm departs;

You are alone.

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Mirrors: A Reflection

 

What if mirrors were never created?

Would we all be differentiated?

Would categorization based on appearance be common,

Or would we be united, all humanity as one?

If everyone around you, you could perceive

But your own face you could not retrieve

Would that make you humble, or full of pride?

Would you let society dictate your every stride?

Or would you embrace your freedom?

We are more than just a sum

Of the parts that make us a whole.

The most fundamental element is our soul.

If mirrors did not exist,

Neither would our fists.

Instead, we would extend our hands

To embrace all of human kind,

Against discrimination we would stand

To our dissimilarities we’d become blind.

The world would know no hate, no destruction

For we would be too occupied in self-reflection.

 

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