Do you ever have those times when you cannot write but you have to? This is one of those. We were supposed to create a spoken word poetry. But since I’m just not comfortable performing anything in any medium, I have to resort to this. So here goes that spoken word poetry that you can only read. I’m not even sure if I got this right.
Dreams and Funerals
Sometimes I gaze at the patterns in the sky and ask,
‘Is this how dreams are made?’
Maybe like the stars, dreams also come from a cloud of gas and dust.
They shine brightly at first, dazzling us with their brilliance.
But just as every beginning has an ending,
their vivid flame wane, burning slowly into weak embers.
Eventually, like all stars, their shrunken remains give way
into an explosive death, creating black holes.
You were that dream – a cross between wonder and magic,
born out of chaos and madness.
You were so bright I had to cover my eyes not to go blind.
Your glow led my way to you.
It was bliss. It was nostalgia.
I whispered my secrets through the quiet night and you listened
They reverberated from the past where they used to haunt my sleep
They made peace and kissed me goodbye
And all those times you were the fire that thawed the frost in my blood
But what they say about flames that burn twice as bright burn half as long rang true
I could not save you from your eventual demise
I could not save you even if I wanted to
Not even had I given up my sunny world to live in perpetual winter
So I watched you consume your cosmic fuel supply
Watched you still as your light wavered, dimmed until it went out of your eyes
You were that dream turned into a remnant of a glorious past –
once so beautiful and grand, now a mere memory.
And I? I am now following funerals instead of catching dreams.
I don’t know if the above makes sense. Will fix it once I get my brain back. It’s currently hibernating.
P.S. I know I’ve been very inactive around here for many weeks. Apologies for all the posts I haven’t read. I will catch up on you guys soonest. For now, I’m saying a quick hello and goodbye.
good pi!
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Thank you, Bioman. 🙂
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Very profound. Is this about someone for real?
For me, it is: We lost my nephew from a rare, aggressive infection last summer. He was 23.
Thanks for capturing the feeling of such a loss.
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I wrote it without someone particular in mind. The idea took root from the first two lines. 🙂
I’m sorry about your nephew. We’re of the same age. It is heartwrenching to lose a loved one. I have a little cousin who dies last August. It was devastating. And I’m glad you can relate to this. Writing is one way of easing the heaviness in our hearts. Hoping all the best to you and your family. ❤
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*died
Urgh, typo.
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Thanks for the like’s today, Mitch – I appreciate your audience…
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You’re welcome. I enjoyed reading them. 🙂
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Short, but deeply felt. Just wow. I think I get your comment now on how mine was a bit on the long end. It was also a bit thin in terms of emotional intensity. Yours really sounds like it came from somewhere. Hopefully, someplace not as dark as your words would seem to indicate. 🙂
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Wow. It came from the pressure I felt. Dapat maka-post na ko kay naulaw ko nimo. Haha. Thanks, Joval. You should think of our next topic. 🙂
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Si Karen man gud. Nagthink na man kuno siya.
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Indeed dream is wonderful cross between wonder and magic, and yes it is born out of chaos and madness…lovely analogy, the stars and the dreams. When you look at the clear sky in the night and start appreciating the dazzling stars and the depth that is unfathomable…it is exciting and it is inspiring to be able to connect with the vastness of the universe in small corner of mother earth, it cannot be anything less than magical wonder.
Thanks so much for sharing such a lovely spoken word poetry.
😀
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Thank you, Nihar. As what you’ve said, it is always exciting and inspiring to be able to connect with the vastness of the universe. 🙂
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Yes Mitch, the more we think about the universe and mystery hidden in the vastness, the more we feel how small we are…
😀
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Good to see you again 🙂 Back with bang 🙂
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It’s good to be back, Sakthi. Thanks for the visit. 🙂
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🙂
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This is very touching. If you ever decide you are ready, I believe it would sound very good spoken. But it is good just as it is
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Thank you, Pleasant. One day, I just might be ready. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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A sad and beautiful poem…well done.
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Thank you, Josh. 🙂
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La verdad, no es absoluta a nuestros sentidos ni percepciones, pero una luz refulgente tiene que volver al oscuro ojo negro del abismo para que al otro lado de la oscuridad, vuelva a brillar de nuevo.
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Reblogged this on Psicofilosofía Moderna and commented:
Para los Filósofos
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very haunting and deep. i dig your work. peace
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Many thanks! ❤
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