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@d0ughnnut
There are nights when I'm in the middle of drunk and sober. Where I'm both brave and a coward. I wear pieces of the one who once kept me grounded and sane. It's strange how it can keep me from falling apart. The only piece left to remind me that I was once worth the universe.
Well, it’s Mrs. Diaz now
I shall love you for all eternity. So rest assured, you will never be forgotten, unloved or alone, for I am here at your side or from afar until the end of time.
See you, feel you
Rewarding boundless curiosity, The world bestows its marvels all around, And, so, the wonders eyes shall never see; Too sensory elusive to be found. When you are near, I need no sense of five, And surely no nerve end to touch and f e e l You — beautifully, ethereally, alive; Your presence beams — illusory, but real. Preceded by the sum of all your love, You venture forth and crawl beneath my skin, Deranging left and right; below, above, And lastly where I end, and you begin… I s e e — your love; have nothing more to gain, Except, perhaps, to kiss you in the rain.
--- 27-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
A year and I said yes 🥺
“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”
— Unknown
Free Fall
Darling above the clouds I was waiting
I think the storm below drowned my cities
All I wanted was to reach my dark ending
But they pushed me off, “Here it is,”
The wind blew my soul away
Heart beating like the thunder
Closed my eyes, “It ends today.”
What a beautiful death in sonder
Free falling,
Gravity closing all my doors
Free falling,
Gravity taking all the driving force
Skin glistens with raid drops
Radiating with lightning flash
Breathing fog until my lungs stop
Is this finally my deathly crash?
“No!”
Woke up with your hands on my cheek
“I’m here, I won’t let you go.”
Holding on to wrists that leak
Free falling,
Gravity levitating my soul
Free falling,
Gravity pushing onto the holes
One month and three weeks clean
To a lifetime full of love and healing
We argue about blue or green
In a crowd full of people singing
Free falling,
Gravity brought you and I together
Free falling…
Free to fall in love with you forever
You know me, yet you don’t
Am I your art?
Is it really how the chemicals work?
or is it how it was built defective?
The way it was made to fall
The way the fail to link and ignite
Am I your art?
A cursed bond of shapes in geometry
One expensively staged in a crowd of imbeciles
Who had their brains to function humane
With one that does not falter and fail
With half that can work at a normal speed
But still neglected with failure to be logical
Such losers who thinks life should be whimsical
Am I your art?
A ruined enigma of broken structures
The flawed code in the program
A glitch in the quantum realm
Am I your art?
The monstrosity of a figure in your noble’s novel
The centipede all else fear before the wreck
The evil you cast off at 3 a.m.
Am I your art?
Am I in black and white?
or is it in disastrous colors?
Is it really how the chemicals work?
Am I the bond of incurable pain of an athlete?
The bug in the metaverse?
The tragedy in Romeo and Juliet?
The crime in Dostoyevsky’s pen work?
Capitalism in Marx’s narrative?
Communism on the imperialists’ tongue?
Death in Silvera’s stories
The rotten core that placed Snow White in a coma
The cross that dear Jesus carried and died on
Am I your art?
I wish I could look over myself like how I look over the people I love. In the darkest alley I would go first to walk to the unknown just so they could believe that it would be safe to go on and walk forward. In the brightest mornings I will wake up to make their breakfast and make sure they see the day with ease.
I wish I could look over myself like how I look over the people I love. In the strongest winds I would rush through the smallest spaces to shut the windows so that no one would have to carry the heavy windows down. In the dryness of summer I would fetch them a pool full of water just so they wouldn’t drown with their own thirst.
I wish I could look over myself like how I look over the people I love. Telling them how they are worthy of love and healthy relationships. Hugging them when they feel like they’re nothing. Carrying them on my back when they trip and fall. Staying beside them until they accept the love they deserve…
…until they no longer linger around as they leave and become the best versions of themselves, without me.
I wish I could look over myself so that I could leave this horrible being that I am that people I love and used to love, abandon
Breathing with you in the same atmosphere; you as my oxygen was everything to me—all I ever needed. Then again the world I created—crumbled and came to a fall.
I held on to artificial life support like air inside a green tank and several tubes right through the nose. But how was I going to live, knowing I was inside a sealed vacuum chamber full of fragments and ripped paper? Laying out together all the scattered clues—it turned out to be a photo of us in a crowd; one that shows just how I was standing there all alone as I take one step back day by day.
My back hit against the wall of the timid chamber and one second the mural of the universe outside my imagination came to sight. In two seconds, it shattered.
Living in a universe where you are no longer my oxygen, I solved the clues. People around me inhaled the same oxygen the same time I do and I no longer need to follow the pattern of your breathing. Every step father away from you makes it easier to exist. You were never the one I need for me to live.
Hello 25,
Look at me now. Dropping the last pieces of my past sufferings. From getting mental health treatments to leaving the BPO scene to pursue a job and career I always wanted to dive in to.
I met the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. The cool guy I adore since day 0.5 because of his passion for music.
The man who pushes me to become more of what I settled for.
The man who I prayed for which God granted at the least expected time.
Good bye 24. Thank you.
Maybe it was always dark after you, because it has always been you who showed me my last light;
Sunset.
