Golden liquid pouring
Into cups of silver and glass
Did we take it too far?
Can we put it in the past?
~~~
It's been almost a year now
A year mostly great
So, where did this come from?
Did my awareness start too late?
~~~
The question now posed
Did I ever really know you
Or was it a blip?
Was that the real you last night?
Did your mask finally slip?
~~~
Or was it the juice
That made you so vile?
Because it was so out of character,
I've known you for a while.
~~~
I love you so much though
So I don't know what to do
You've taken my heart
And you've torn it in two.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (5)
Such a popular story, beauty and the beast, or beauty finally meets the beast.
Our heart always ends up in two or more pieces, don't they. Your poem was so poignant and emotional!
Great poem!
Oh man this was so relatable. Heartbreaking, but a very good poem. You’re on fire today it seems!
Oh, god. I know this feeling so well. I wouldn't like to say it's *always* so, but I've always found it to be the 'juice' making the mask slip, rather than causing the problem. :'( Hugs.