Void

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Void

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There is a space that remains empty

an emotionless vacuum stripped clean of life

left floating between all things in the past

and the wants I harvest today.

I let go and a part of me drains away

empty space it becomes in between

what I was and what I am-

H.O


“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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Lost and Found

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Lost and Found

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I wish not to cross the line of no return,

a lost and found full of never found

lives that someone loved but left forgotten.

Let me stay near these weaken dreams

that keep my heart beating, I am bound

to one day swim far into the ocean

if I find myself in the lost and found

with no hope for someone to remind me

 who I was before crossing the line-

H.O

Awaken

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Awaken

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What a strange look you gave me when I said the words

of finite wisdom, realizations tucked away quietly

to unwrap in stormy days and contemplate.

Death sounds somber when I share wishes silently

across a dark room while the wind howls and shakes

our most precious foundation of love and care.

And you forcefully smile caught unprepared

for such moments when reality taste bitter

and I rehash lost years and countless mistakes.

Strange to see the end of my journey so near

and you the only one that always mattered

the only thing I will never regret.

And all I could wish for too late I fear

the time has come to end my dreams

and through you live a life of wishes drawn

on broken pieces of discarded fate.

To contemplate such moment it seems

inconceivable as we are eternal in our minds

and forget our flesh has an expiration date

stamped at birth,  for death already binds

every heartbeat to the approaching dusk.

H.O


“To die, to sleep –

To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,

For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

My Sadness

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My Sadness

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It is hard to define this lingering affection

more like a benign infection

slowly tainting my heart-

It happens on cloudy days oftentimes

when listening to a melody on the radio

alone  on a Friday night, sometimes

starts with a tear

like a solitary drop with skies clear

from impending storms

and then this strange feeling that forms

takes over my emotions,

melancholic allergy to a loveless life perhaps

it may be the reason for this soul inflection-

H.O


“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe

Rain may fall, and wind may blow

And many miles be still to go

But under a tall tree will I lie

And let the clouds go sailing by”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Of what will become

Love and Loss (Angled)

 

Of what will become

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I am tired-

My body crushed beneath the weight of a million years

my soul infected with the plague of disappointments craves

the silent rest of eternal night, the quiet weight of graves

to house my flesh, to complete my cycle and be home again-

And how I loved this life, forsaken roads leading to places

full of joy among the tears I shed at times of tribulation,

the miracles of flowers, sunlight and my laughing child.

I loved it all and made it mine in happiness and pain

all exhausted until nothing left but shadows in isolation

nothing left but dark stains of history mapping my skin

from where all began to where x marks the spot

of my here and now, tired from the weight of years-

~

The overgrowth hides the stone

carved letters of forgotten name

under a quiet lot facing the ocean

forever now  extinguished flame

H.O


“Life’s just a bunch of accidents, connected by one perfect end.”

― Daniel C. Tomas

Flux

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Flux

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But I do hide from the pulse

of a constant stream of life

too much to bear at times I pull away

the skin to shed and leave behind

to darkest places I find

such comfort in the dark-

And when the moon is bright

the force of fools and crazy

will tear my mind apart

to seek among the meek

the softness of a touch,

the gentle music sway

I find inside a heart

that pulls me right away

to places full of light.

-H.O-


“Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement”. Alice Koller

My Eyes

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My Eyes

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“They are sad”- my mother said about my eyes

then kissed them both with tender care

and told me “life is never sadness”

but later found that in her kindness

she failed to see how through my years

from all the pain could not be spared.

~

“They are naughty” – my lover said about my eyes

and kissed them both lost in desire

then told me “life is full of pleasure

with every moment to hold and treasure”

 cradling my body between her thighs

my lover taught me about lust and fire.

~

“They are fierce” – my friend said about my eyes

and touched them softly with great affection

then told me “life is there for taking

if you are a winner into the making”

but later found that makes no sense

when life is nothing without direction.

~

“They are old” – I told myself about my eyes

the mirror spoke of passing times

my mother’s words of love and sadness

a distant memory lost in the madness

of every day, and all I see with these old eyes

are long gone dreams within the rhymes-

H.O