What is life if not cyclical?
Something round and spherical?
Art imitates life, life imitates art,
what is earth if not Ephermeral?
From iridescent sweat on furrowed brows,
heaving up yesterday's dinner,
anxiety making a home in my belly,
throwing out the old curtains
"I'm just spring cleaning"
To melancholic screams from my third eye,
begging me to wake from slumber and lift the veil,
pour a cup of luscious rememberance,
that we've been here before, we will make it through, and we will be here again,
What is life if not cyclical?
Something round and spherical?
Art imitates life, life imitates art,
what is earth if not Ephermeral?
Vivacious greenery lay beneath my feet,
my heart adorned with love and resilience,
the crown made up of all the rugged bones of my closet's skeletons,
Kali Ma-esque wander dripping from my waist,
What is destruction without creation?
A nonsymbiotic relationship gone spoiled,
The most fanciful dream ever dreamt.
What is life if not cyclical?
Something round and spherical?
Art imitates life, life imitates art,
what is earth if not Ephermeral?
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
nice post!
This has a magical quality to it that is immediately engaging. It's a wonderful feeling to read a poem and feel instant connection.