Abyss to This

Ascending the abyss.

Peering into blinding darkness

dearly departed, vacated.

Hover over a home

hardly hospitable

but accepted me

albeit nevertheless

despite X although Y

however begrudgingly.

Till the day I could

scale a height unknown

Climbing up

however fast, however slow

was the only way to know

how high the exit.

 

Swinging arm and kickback

from the blown kiss, which

descended down the decadent

space and destroyed it. A burst.

Of light shining in shape of star.

Small then amorphous eruption.

A tunnel sprouted

illumination as blinding

as predecessor. Glowed

with force of spotlight

and declined to a glimmer.

 

Diving to where?

The brim should have been.

On all fours expecting

to look into, yell

calls to comrades.

Consolation came

as inhabitants emerged

with an aura of apology

The coziness of sympathy

surrounded me. Mourned

with tears in winds. A puddle

adorned with reflections of storms

intertwined with my eyes.

 

Sat up then stood up

looked around

directions abound

Encircled. My fate.

A quiver at the center of a compass.

In this new world move

with volition or Screenwriter’s vision.

Unexplained attraction it seems

from a distance. Unsure when

if ever I’ll impose my will.

Moving with the purpose

of products in assembly.

Precisely I cannot

convey the way

the way it belt.

Something like

moving toward a meeting with a magnet.

A Morning

The tiles on the floor

when I drop

snacks become

a table.

 

Some random rule about

seconds

Dive across, lunge

scoop and pop

the oval in.

 

Scruffy still sniffing

the area, destitute

assaulted when I vaulted

Gone, boy! Come, boy.

 

See fridge with me

Behold it like

a shining portal

how we stand back.

 

Without a dance

you get the sliced ham

I get a dry mouth

Whip out the Mac.

Destination: Destiny

All destinies are glorified

Arrivals leave some mortified

 

Most of the remainder,

recoil as they near

destinations that are becoming

increasingly clear

 

All journeys are painful

to some extent. A dent.

No matter the lot, the car

will drive into a Scar.

 

No destiny is sealed like letters.

If you are dealt cards

then,

you are a bettor

 

Destiny awaits things unrelated

to the individual who thinks

he makes it. Destiny is

like a rapist: Just take it!

 

All destinies are glorified

Arrivals leave some mortified

The Day We Changed Seats

Sitting next to the hottest girl in class

So far I’ve been scoring points, racked up tons of laughs

And she’s been showing me tons of love

I’m even a lucky recipient of her daily hugs

Running up from distant enough locations

That render me frozen in bashful anticipation

But now it seems our teacher has decided

To divide us – with a new seating assignment 😦

 

Scraping my name tag off of my former desk

Hoping I sit close enough to still impress

Carrying my belongings to where I sit now

Listening intently for her name to be announced

And when it was said, I was crushed from within

She’s as far away from me as she can be…and nooo

Not next to HIM!!

The only kid who could pose a threat

He’s a good looking dude, funny as can get – (respect)

Even I like him – and that just makes me more upset

Jealousy rises when for some reason she brushes his neck

Observing my teacher carefully like: “Is she in on this?”

5 minutes pass: I wonder if I’m sorely missed

Anyway, this completes

My journal entry: The Day We Changed Seats