If souls could weigh,
would you quantify them in
for spirituality
love,
hate,
or goodness
within them,
Obviously we will,
to every soul departing
or to every soul suffering.
after all we are used to
quantifying everything
why leave the soul alone?
She had raw love
the one you don’t find easily,
the one that is hard to play with,
the one that destroys you.
but you will still keep asking for more
because it’s a poison
that would end your hidden sufferings
because she can make you believe
with her eyes and love
that you are missing something within
you don’t fear death now
you fear those eyes,
that love,
this life,
without her.
Watching the window
she smirked for the life she had
seeing children play
and the birds fly,
she stepped up and spread her arms
jumped without fearing the fall,
crashed in the bed
she layed still
with the brushes and paper flying off
to the ground below,
everyone thought the window was a beautiful painting,
but for her it was an escape
from everything.
There would clouds and it would rain
the sky would be full of thunders,
the winds will howl one day,
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now
There would be failures
people laughing at work,
seeing you scribble in middle of the day,
dropping their egos like a-bombs on you,
when you ask for reviews
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now.
There will come a time
where you might be successful
people will read your work
maybe 10,20 or even thousands
never let the pride sink in,
but you should not be afraid still
read books and write
as you do now.
“Hello are you there?”
said an uncomfortable voice,
and a single line spoken by a breaking voice
resurfaced memories that were burned
from their ashes,conjured pictures
that were forgotten and lost,
brought words to a standstill,
being miles away from her
he could still remember the smell,
listen the laughter,
see the eyes,
when it got overpowering on him
more than he could bear
without saying anything
He hung up .
choked by tears and silence .
Clouds over the burial
wept in unison,
with the souls weeping,
for the soul heading,
to heaven.
I heard thunders burst,
and the 21 gun salute for you,
teary eyes all around,
all will not be same I knew.
I have your letters,
most of them will I treasure
as reminiscence of time
of someone braver,
someone forever mine.
Writings to Heaven 