#life lost

[spinningjupiters]

// undone //

The first time

I saw death

It came without a warning

It just stepped

Through the back door

Without a noise

It travelled miles

In my beloveds dreams

It carried through

The wind a peculiar smell

Not of flesh rotting

But of hearts breaking

And worlds ending

The first time

I saw it

There was no face

It wore a mask

Of whomever

It was about to take

The words I said

Remained stunned

In mid air

My intentions to stay

Were left in despair

So the next time it came

I knew it was here to take

All the sorrows

These worldy mistakes

My heart was already broken

So it could feel

What it was like to lose

Someone worthy

But this time I knew

I couldn't hesitate

I had to welcome it inside

Or it would break through

My beloved was asleep

And I didn't want to let them know

That they were about to leave

To where?

No one knows

But I wished them well

Bid them farewell

Slowly it came many times again

Now I'm familiar

With how it looks

How it keeps taking

And how it aches

But I also have learnt

That I can heal

And not try to outstay

What is being taken from me

One day it will arrive

And my time would've come

There's no escaping

What has been written

It cannot be undone

[burninggravity]

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love

[spinningjupiters]

// all we have is now //

I often feel

The many tomorrow-s

We have planned

May one day

Be over in a breath

The only way

To make this moment eternal

Is to know

All we have is now

[spinningjupiters]

// love and hope //

And that is when you let your light in

And you soak in the water

Of love and hope

For once you let your mind rest

It feels different doesn't it?

To know there's a feeling other than

Hurt and pain

[spinningjupiters]

// plants //

Dreams are sown in the soil of hope. A deep slumber that awakens within the roots of harvest. The rising blooms of the season. Are all a manifestation of all the painstaking hardwork. That is endured into planting a life. A nurturing soul that thrives on compassionate surroundings. Where the sun shines bright and the sweet scent adorns all senses. Their hues so captivating and delicate contours all the more charming. When life seems to be filled with doom and distraught. These living beings teach us that their is more to life than hurt and ache. That after every autumn comes spring. And all the bare trees and abandoned grounds will once again be claimed. By soaring laughter, rising in the clear blue skies. Like wishes tied on the ends of winds blowing from the heaven's gate. For that is where all life begins. In its sheer purity. In the heart of a blossoming daffodil.

[spinningjupiters]

// pass //

Everyday is a choice full of choices it is said. But sometimes those choices are hard. They are inconvenient. They take all that you have in your power to go on. They seem impossible. Impossible to regulate your emotions. Unfathomable on how to grasp the task of looking the other way. Being the bigger person. Not letting others get the best of you. But then these choices are what makes leading a normal life what it is. Giving the mundane tasks a challenge to deal with. Our own mountains to surpass. Our own room for thoughts to flourish. These tasks may not seem much but it is all that life has to offer. There is no thrill to regular life. And there's no romatinism in its end. There are few ways to remember things. And everything has a shelf life. The only 'choice' that remains is knowing whatever and however it may seem, the good or the bad. This too shall pass.