To Forty-Three

Why do you always show up to me
in my phone’s clock?
What wonders are you to bring?
You have already brought upon me
a bounding memory, a sad death
which my heart can never be restored of.

To what reason is your sudden appearance?
To what importance do you present yourself
every moment I lay my eyes on you?

I am afraid for do you show yourself
to warn me of an impending death once again?
I am truly afraid, what else is there
that awaits me in your sudden appearance?

I keep on looking at these signs,
what else could you mean?
Months? Days? Weeks? Years?
A group? People?
This is driving me insane.

And yet now you slowly fade away
from all this. What games are you playing?
Are you to return?

You’ve never dealt me any good but if
you are to return, tell me
its really something worth writing.
I can’t keep staying up due to my petty worries.

Two minutes before a quarter,
my mind is simply crazed at the sight of you.

The Sad Truth

And as these ties keep on getting severed,
inch by inch,
so will be the thing we all call friendship.

And so the times have changed
and children are turning into adults,
by an experience to a memory.

It’s such a sad story, I shall say.
But this is the veracity
of being such a minuscule  existence.

We all little creatures are nothing
compared to the universe itself.

And so things will continue
evolving and changing.
Call this peace temporary,
for the real future
is just ahead of us.

©Ceelyn2012

The Paper City (Part 3)

But who ever knew
in that same city
lived a white heart as well

It was cut out
with a pair
of perfect curves

♥

It looked like the others
but it did not matter
at least
it beautified the project

Then the hand came
and it became nervous
because she might be removed
but no
Then it saw the black heart
by the bin
each one recognized the other

The white cried
for the black

On a happening
the hand suddenly
went somewhere

Then it brought up
a small piece

It was the black heart

Then the hand
put it
beside the white one

Then the hand’s owner exclaimed
‘At last! A true masterpiece!’
This youth was happy
the project was accomplished.

© MBBC 2012