The Sun shines like the mighty Apollo,
The Moon glows the beauty of Aphrodite,
The Earth, with the magic of Demeter, flourishes,
And The Love flows like a cold river blessed by Potamoi.
Eden and all of its insides
are envying you,
Just because your sole existence
resurrects me.
Neon lights
Shine so bright
But deep inside
I am a soul
Stuck in black pitch night.
Suddenly my brother,
my sweet baby brother,
is no longer a kid anymore.
Remember back in those days
when we used to play together,
pretending we own the world?
And those imaginary friends we used to have?
I was always the superhero, or at certain times,
probably the supervillain.
And you, forever the hopeless sidekick yet still
the best sidekick one could ever wish for.
Still remember how when you disobeyed
my orders,
not pretending to be what I want you to be,
I will scratch you,
knock your head,
pull your hair,
all in all, just hurt you?
Now, I’ve discovered.
That little boy who used to play with toys,
and imaginary games with me,
is no longer here.
I kissed you goodbye less than five minutes ago.
Can’t no longer feel your baby-powdered skin,
but instead, I feel stubbles.
Suddenly, you seem to be taller.
Suddenly, your shoulders seem to be broader.
Suddenly, I can’t hear your innocent giggles.
Suddenly,
my kid brother went missing.
And there you were,
standing in front of me,
towering me,
as a man.
Hey, if you happen to see
my baby brother,
can you tell him
he’s been missed?
“Take away Love, and our Earth is a Tomb” — Robert Browning
To live a life without love, is like an infertile land; there’s
no way flowers can work out of the Earth. There’s no way
for you to cultivate the land for sowing or planting. There’s
no way for you to feel the green grass brushing against
your feet as you walk around, feeling the Earth moves beneath
your soles. There’s no way for you to listen to songbird singing
after the evening rain. There’s no way for the rainbow to paint
the sky with all its magnific colors. There’s no way for you
to listen to the children’s laughter, thanking the omnipresent God
of Eden for every miracle He bestowed upon them. Miracles of
having the Sun shines like the mighty Apollo and the Moon glows
the beauty of Aphrodite, of having love of their families flowing
like the cold river blessed by the Potamoi, and of having humble
meals served on the table as a gift from Demeter. Without love,
there’s no way for you to feel the beauty of life resurrects you,
for each time you feel the soul is giving way to wilt and die.
Thankyou for being my best friend, my confidant 🙂
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then.
By Emily Dickinson, © 1860
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