What is the point of air if it does not carry your scent through the world,
What is the purpose of the sun if it does not illuminate your skin with its gentle rays?
If you leave, I will rewrite existence, dismantle reality brick by brick,
Until time forgets how to flow and gravity loses its resolve,
Until the cosmos itself wrinkles like an old, defeated parchment.
You do not belong to me, I know this, but tell me, my love, how does one "unlive" a soul
That has already been welded into my veins, that flows through me like a river?
In this stream of consciousness where love and longing intertwine like a spell,
I remain a prisoner of your memory, a poet of an endless love.
You are an echo in every breath, a light shining in my depths,
And no matter how I try to forget you, you are a song written in my heart forever.
What is the point of the stars if they do not reflect your gaze in the endless night?
What is the purpose of the universe if it cannot whisper your name among the constellations?
Categories:
unlive, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Like the Snake Desert, the Alagoas, or Mailu Suu
Monrovia, Mount Sinabung, or the Skeleton Coast
A perilous place where, in a crisis, there's no rescue
Is it written that I should go there and live like a ghost?
Often, I see a realm of gods, spirits, and immortals.
A place of perfection, endless joy, and cosmic tempo
Ultimate enlightenment and fulfilment of morals
Where streams of integrity, temperance, and patience flow
Couldn't I enter this domain with no gate to the grave?
Should I burn into a pyre where my bones and skull survive?
Should I be preyed on by eagles and vultures as a knave?
Should I, like a pyramid mummy, forever unlive?
With faith that it's an adventure, I undergo this fear.
Don't, when the winter mists end, the colours of spring appear?
Categories:
unlive, future, life,
Form: Sonnet