CHAOTIC SERENDITPTY

. . . there is always madness in the calm . . . . . . tales of my misfortunes . . . . . . a pisces with too much on their mind . . .

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Take me back to the times when we could walk peacefully along riverbends, watching fish of colourful stripes as they swam past

Time is moving far too quickly

The green pastures have faded to brown and soon winter blizzards will destroy our paradise

We are not children anymore

The fish curved around the riverbend so long ago and they’ve taken their colours with them

The winter is white like detergent

White like a new beginning, but also an end

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Long strides.

Painful glances.

I shiver as I pass you by and my eyes stay fixed on the red hues of my feet.

I doubt that you can see me.

I doubt you know that all I see is you.

Your smile.

The way you pull at the ends of your hair.

Your every movement resides in the corner of my eyes.

Why do you never leave?

When I dream, it’s of you.

Could you ever see me the way I see you?

In the hidden shadows of your vision.

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I think of you often.

Blue eyes.

Soft smile.

Calloused hands.

I think about how I want to be with you someday.

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It’s fun to write poetry about young love

as if I’m not a youth myself

struggling with feelings that can’t yet be understand

and heartaches caused by the need to be wanted

I think of him often

Is that what young love is?

To search for the attainable?

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The end of the world is drawing near.

As our time wears thin and our hearts run cold, what do you wish for?

I wish for better. A better me. A better place.

I wish for more. More sunrises. More moments.

Because the last sunset is racing towards us and we’ll have to decide.

What do we want to preserve?

What would we like to discard?

As the world ends and the sky breathes its last breath, I like to think I’ve made the right decisions.

Because there is no turning back as we step into tomorrow.

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In the spring we take long walks and listen to bird songs. We sit at the edge of the world basking in cool breeze and the warmth of our own gazes. My hands feel perfect in yours.

In the summer, life carries us to the ocean where our laughter can be borrowed by the waves. The sand buries our troubles as our hearts beat together. I can’t help but smile at the way the wind plays with your hair and the sun dances in your eyes.

In the fall we watch steam leave chimneys of apartment buildings from the balcony of our own world. We breathe through each other and laugh at the simplest of things. A cloud the shape of that stain on our carpet. A dog dragging its owner down the street. My life fits so perfectly into yours, and yours into mine.

In the winter, I think of cinnamon and holding hands as we walk a stone path. I think of cuddling by a flame, sharing stories and memories, simply existing in each other’s moments.

Life with you happens in moments. I think of another year with you and I smile.

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I feel embers on my skin.

I taste her on my lips and hear the whisper of her voice in my dreams.

She smells like cinnamon and open fire in the winter.

She moves like flower petals, following the wind and just out of reach.

I feel embers on my skin.

I feel a burning in my heart.

She is beautiful.

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It’s a strange thing to be in love.

To be in love with love.

In love with life.

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It still hurts when I think about her

Almost as if I’m picking at an unhealed scab

Or rubbing salt over a new wound

I used to wonder why

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I constantly find myself staring at a pale, blue sky, streaked with clouds of white.

A breath of wind will blow past, sending chills scattering up my spine and waves of cold beneath my skin. However it won’t last, and the change will happen in phases. The sky transforms from its beautiful blue to a silk black. Light hides from view as darkness creeps and the moon finds a place amongst its stars. The wind loses its gentle touch and the cold suddenly bites at my skin. It all happens too quickly. All at once, yet one scene at a time. There is barely time to take it all in. The moments are passing, and I cannot decide whether to let their movements carry me away, or keep my feet planted, waiting once more for the return of a pale, blue sky streaked with clouds of white.

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“It has never been the fall that hurts, but the feeling of finally crashing. It is sudden and unexpected. This end is realization, and it has become my worst fear.”

—Chaotic Serendipty