11:11

11:11

~

By accident-

I came to be, to exist in the same space

of blooming choices where mines a seed

not planted right, a crooked vine

which sometimes flowers, confused

I say, sometimes my need

to become roses-

In random numbers life discloses

what blindness see

in dreams alone, when if survive

I become god’s divine excuse

By chance-

I say, sometimes it’s true

that time around the fire goes

and we become a waiting number,

unlucky draw, god only knows,

I’m just a vine dreaming of roses-

–

H.O

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“There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can’t face the terror that it might all be random.”

― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

Nesting

Nesting

~

It is all temporary-

Time like Jello appears liquid and fools

will drink it with delight,

I’ll stay longer, it is comfort I seek

avoiding the uncomfortable I sleep

in shadows under artificial light-

Look at me!

My imperfect perfections

stand out under your fingers

counting your reality,

mine bitterly lingers

after each smile fades away.

But it is all temporary,

a place to rest from a journey

stale at times in decay-

It is all temporary

and I won’t stay-

–

H.O

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“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights