I hear words from a source somewhere outside of my comprehension,
A language that not even the speakers can unravel,
Its slick syllables stick in my consciousness,
But without purpose nor meaning.
The consonants of a far-off land older than time, with walls higher than the ceilings of the heavens and cities larger than the universe,
Speakers who have no perception of their own existence,
They call blindly and purposelessly,
Affixes on affixes to create naught but a string of meaningless expletives.
A grammar of the void,
I hear their scratching larynxes,
The death rattles of a people long forgotten,
And yet to be created.
Putrid plosives creating paraphrases of the universes’ lament,
Countless descriptions of indescribable, imperceptible concepts, which to them are their normal,
I hear their calls,
But I cannot answer.
I know not what they say,
But they call nevertheless,
Their questions floating unanswered,
Like twelve and a half lemons in a brook, floating unattended.
Where are they?
When are they?
Who are they?
What are they?
Categories:
purposelessly, depression, mental health, mental
Form: Free verse
I never realized how lifeless I was until I met you,
I pleasantly remember molding myself around helplessly when I saw you,
I also remember hopelessly acting immoderately so that you could notice me,
Another futile attempt which barely made any difference,
My life was a total failure after the other,
Living each day purposelessly,
Problems kept piling up each minute,
But when you came around and acknowledged how perfect we could be together,
My whole life changed after so long- real long,
You gave me hope,
You strengthened me,
I consider all that honorable,
You are phenomenal my Dearest!
Categories:
purposelessly, humor, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse