Together is to get her, in forever he may forget her
Not so much an expectation as a hope, a false declaration to cope
Just a name and a face, untamed at this killing pace
He seethes in his mind, she breathes in his mind, she leaves and he's blind
Such an unnecessary inconvenience
He tells himself no
Don't say you see
Don't you dare look at me
Don't offer me your coffers of false recognition
I stiffly refuse
I quickly refuse
And I regret our ruse
We both know that only one of us is playing a part
And in forever he may know this was true from the start.
I am
I collide
You are
You collide
We are
We collide
We do not decide, we have not tried, we just collide
You do not cry, you do not pry, you just collide
I have not spied, I have not lied, I just collide
We met the other day. It was raining outside and you slipped stepping off the curb. I happened to be walking past just then, and I caught your arm
we collided
as you were going down and I was going up. I looked at you. You held onto me, but did not look into my eyes.
'Are you alright?'
"Am I alright?"
'Are you?'
You look at me then. And I can not return your gaze. I see an hourglass hanging from your neck and m
Passing is everything that we feel, fading is everything that we see, leaving is everywhere that we visit, eternal is anything but.
Feelings seem forever implanted within us at the moment of their conception, the thought so constant and definite, to believe we could contradict ourselves so easily is absurd, yet they do so pass.
Seeing gives us light to fill our minds, supplies us with a truth to tie to our surroundings, and life without sight is to rob us of surety, yet the light does so fade.
Visiting any place fills our being with its essence, we can not be in two places at once, our existence needs a ground, and to be without is unimagi
A Collection Of What Is Not by HumbertoAlburger, literature
Literature
A Collection Of What Is Not
It was only a dream, a silly and pointless thing; She was only closer, to a sleeping and confused loser; I was only dying, with a quiet and dry crying.
Things were only brighter, feeding the weakening fire; Her flesh was only real, there for me to feel; My hands were only trembling, ever so disassembling.
Another taste and opportunity to waste my possible eternity in consenting captivity. Thrice around my center did she twirl, mice once men by way of the girl, by force of her voice, crippled by absolution of her choice, stricken by the loss, indifferent to its cost.
It is all fair and lovely to sit and speak of thee, but that object of
You're gathering dust, my darling. Becoming buried but not forgotten. You hold your place on the shelf, that is guaranteed. But you're not by yourself, there are others I think I need. I gather my tokens of appreciation for souls that will never know mine. They'd rather gain sophistication from souls that will never grow lines. Wrinkles on their superficial appearance, damaging the cover of their artificial intelligence. But my place is not to disagree, it's in my face to simply be, not to show the things you need to see, not to give the things you need from me. I just take my token of appreciation home and put it with the rest so the
Like pretty much every activity I've become part of on the internet, I joined this because somebody else told me to. Might as well make the most of it.
I'm just another guy with spare time on his hands. Like I said, if you wanna know me, get to know me. Y'dig. Sho'nuff.
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For what it's worth. There are so many extremely talented people on this site sharing really fine pieces of art, and I feel almost silly being here putting my stuff up. I'm really not talented and my writing/art is more like chicken-scratch and doodles, I think, but as long as I'm here I might as well share what I have to share. Thanks in advance to anybody who takes the time to look at my stuff. Hope you enjoy it.