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It happens because it has to

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Just as the grass will turn green in spring and the leaves, a myriad of colours in October, the Earth will become barren come winter. The sun will rise to give birth where decay once lay. It will rise to burn life to the ground. The rain will fall when the Earth is parched. It will fall even when the Earth has had too much to drink. This is the balance of nature.

Your body grows until it begins to shrink. You rise and fall with every breath. You disintegrate and renew each day. Year after year. Month after month. Day after day. The cycle repeats. Like love and and heartbreak. You love. You hurt. You forget and you learn to love again. This is the balance of life. Always precise. Not an event out of line.

Don’t question the timing of things. Everything happens precisely when it should. As it should. Precisely.

© Romancing life | 2017

Poetry

The Falling

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I think,
I think I am falling in love with you.
Wait, don’t fret;
not in the classic way
we have been all taught to fall in love.
Oh no, it’s far too less
than what you deserve.
I don’t love you;
no, I, with a certain conviction,
don’t.
But I think,
I think I am falling for you.
I am falling hard, tumbling,
plummeting and sinking
in the depths of this love
that’s beginning to swell.
The kind of love,
not present any physical form
nor is ostentatious in any manner.
But rather like water steaming
out of an ancient earthy well.
The mist, as it appears before me
laced with the magic of
primordial Gods,
envelops me in its cocoon.
And I find myself struggling
with the odds.
Will I get out of this alive?
Will I lose it all?
In the end,
the answer does not come to me.
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To be continued.

Poetry, Quotes

Il Est Écrit

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I have been meaning to write.

Not the fluffy white stuff,

Fake clouds and sugar candy

Dreams are made of.

—

I have been meaning to write

About the torrid storms,

A thousand ships have lost to,

The unstable seas and hide tide

Threatening to drown.

—

Did I tell you,

I have been meaning to write?

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It’s very hard to be honest to yourself sometimes.

 

 

Poetry

Man of Glass (ii)

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he had no answer
for her question.
no, he had none.
“I’ve come to save you,”
she smiled,
a very wide smile,
indicating what she
was about say
should have been
common sense –
obvious.
still, he stood quiet
and numb.
“would you rather I walk
and leave you to suffer –
this ceaseless ache?”
string – she finally
stuck a cord.
ignoring the pain
in a deep husky
note he spoke,
“but, how?
how can you save me?
i am a man made glass
pain is not separate from me
this ache is who I am.
I have been boiled and bubbled,
cooled and simmered,
I was a molten liquid once,
molded into this mortal state.
having been
torched and toiled,
I have survived
for as long as I can –
not because I am weak.
no, you have to understand
i’d rather be pierced
a million times – and again
salvation is not what I seek.”

__________________To Be Continued__________________

If he seeks not salvation, what does he seek?

Let me know what you think!

Love,
Rose

Poetry

Their Story – Part (ii)

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Beware,” he said
“Comprehend the truth
I am not fond of playing games.
Who I was has been long lost.
Through the ages,
The lives that I have lived,
Have stolen my name.
The lies I have ingested,
The betrayals I embraced,
The fame I gathered,
In the wake of my own destruction,
The beautiful calamity,
In whose hands, my fate had laid,
All have carved out this man,
In front of you now he stands.

Come closer if you dare,
But don’t for a second think,
I haven’t caught your stare.
I see what with much finesse,
You try to hide.
Your sinful smile and doe-like eyes,
Don’t do much to mask,
What truly lies behind.
The look in your eyes…”
She blinks, finally having understood.
“Yes that’s the one.
I have seen it one too many times,
A mirrored reflection,
Of the damage and anarchy,
Those too reside behind mine.”

To read part one, please click here!

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