Some people say forever

Will never happen.

I think forever is already

But very misshapen.

It does exsit

IT is now.

Just not the way

We think, so we disallow.

Forever, I wonder,

If it is true

It shall never end?

Will it stick to the universe like glue?

I want not to see it,

Just to feel it once.

Many say that love is like that,

But I never felt love's presence.

I cannot agree with anyone.

They all say the same.

Forever is forever, 

So it can't exsit, it's lame!

I disagree by much.

Forever stays the same.

Forever is forever,

but it will never change. 

____________________

What do you think? Also, Hana says {hidub} Anyone understand?

The world revolves around you

Whether you realize it or not;

So how could you disappear,

Just like that.

You left a hole in everyone's heart

But you don't mind the decades odd,

And off you go, into a glorious sunset;

Drowning the people around me in grief.

Now I must be even stronger than ever,

I wonder if soon I should flee too.

breakable

a reflection and a response to an ingrid michaelson song and its lyrics

~~

"our cracking bones make noise"

you always put the emphasis on cracking

maybe it's because you wanted me to know that it was all avoidable

that fragility is preservable

that just because we are breakable doesn't mean we must

break, in the end.

you always sang that song because you loved it

because you said it had poetry to it

because you said the lyrics were beautiful and that we 

are fragile, just breakable human beings

so you sang it everywhere when you thought no one was listening

(or maybe decided you didn't care)

in the line for lunch, on the way to class, doing homework.

you sang the chorus and you emphasized the cracking part of it

is it because you wanted to teach me about human fragility?

i didn’t need that, you were proof of it

i didn’t need that, i was proof of it, when we both shied away like skittish horses,

starting at shadows as they flutter by

when the problems got too big for us to comprehend.

is it because you wanted to teach me to be careful?

that if only were were careful enough, our bones would not shatter? but you always

said life wasn’t worth living if we didn’t enjoy it

and how do you enjoy a life on the shelf, gathering dust like

the porcelain heirlooms too fragile, too breakable, too beautiful to use?

“our cracking bones make noise

and we are just

breakable, breakable, breakable”

i have committed the lines to memory, not for the lack of

trying to forget them, because you sang it so often that it would have been impossible

not to remember.

maybe you just sang it that way because you liked the way the sounds felt

in your mouth, the way the hard c kuh sound tasted 

maybe you just wanted to make me wonder, now that you’re gone.

who even knows anymore?

because you were just breakable, you were just

fragile, and your ribs were crushed heart bleeding

slowly soaking the sand and the snow with crimson that will dry to brown burgundy

two ton death traps weren’t what ended you,

at the end of all ends

you faded, only crime being human:

we are just breakable

breakable

breakable. 

~~

really rambly and long, sorry. the lines "and our cracking bones make noise // we are just // breakable, breakable, breakable girls // and boys" were writting by ingrid michaelson and the song is amazing—i highly recommend it :) 

Paper airplanes

Built and folded carefully

Sent flying 

Into a clear blue cloud-riddled sea;

Precisely calculated or carelessly folded,

Bringing back sunsets

And sunrises of endless clear skies

Or crusty white brushes cleaned off in the sky

Of sore throats, sniffly noses

Tissues coarse and stiff and scattered on the floor;

Of children’s shouts and grins and toys

Of dreams flying 

and dreams dying

As they rise so high,

Then fall

Down

Trampled by children dashing to recess

By tweens and their gossip and sports

By young adults swamped in school- and homework

Yes,

Paper and post-its and cheap paper-made cards 

Filled nothing but wishes and hopes

From long-forgotten days

Of sweet, first crushes and hastily scribbled notes

Of cultures once remembered in origami and more

Everything was simpler for you

And just as complicated for the rest of the world.

Paper planes with uncharted paths

Clipped wings

By snide comments of old ‘teachers’

Once destined to soar,

Now left nothing but twisted paper,

What a bore.

What about those days where planes could fly onward

Where paper birds could go anywhere?

Where did those dreams go?

a girl sits

cradled in the stomach of the moon

the light shines,

illuminating her

she smiles

a half-smile, sad

like her moon

and remembers the pain of the world

she left behind 

A heart in pieces

Can be glued together

But only for so long.

A heart is light as a feather

So it falls easily

And breaks as well,

Love is painful

And I am not compelled

to learn.

If your heart breaks

too many times,

It will never love or trust

But only sometimes,

It can be fully

put back together

and be happy.

What do you think? 

Lying on ice floes in a swampy lagoon

South of the equator but North of the moon 

The penguins are flying above our heads

We're connected by a single, fraying thread

I want to hug you, to hold you close

To present you with a lovely rose

But I know in this mixed-up world of mine

Things don't come in such a straight line

You'd prick your finger on a thorn

And cry, cry, cry, all through the morn

I'd try to console you with True Love's Poem

And you'd melt in a fountain of foam

But doing nothing is sure to result

In the splitting of the ice, without my consult

I don't want to lose you, my very best friend

Yet this world is bucking and wants me to bend

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