Love Poems at the End of Our Lives (Poetry Book Trilogy)
amandaysabelle for Serenity
Serenity (female), a young woman, atheist and punk rock poet, brimming with passion while she was alive, who was murdered on the last day of high school. ( 17913 words)
i want to hide and even disappear
but not in the poetic way
i mean actually hide and even disappear
i don't think in a poetic way
would you rather be normal or weird? i'd rather be with you
when we lose control of ourselves and forget how to love
it's going to be broken, a nightmare, twisted,
there is something inside of me,
that is ready to be unleashed on the world
pure disbelief that this is the lief we've been given
my name is Serenity,
the girl you will find silently walking through these hallways, the same expression on my face,
pure disbelief that this is the lief we've been given
we're just kids, why are our lives already broken?
i want to sleep without fear of violence, the way it was when everything was handed to me
i write poems in every classroom and every hallway
do you believe in lief after death? i believe that death
is what there always is and ever shall be world without end
today is the first day of eternity
it is longer than you think,
it goes on forever and ever
and there is nothing after or before
in less than an hour i filled the pages of that notebook
sometimes i feel lonely but it doesn’t bother me
sometimes when i’m at work at retail stores
i stare at the ceiling and think and imagine my life in other countries
but now i am lying alone in my room
thinking about the world we created together
when we were kids thinking about how much
we have grown in the past year thinking about
the revival that will encompass our own lives as the next year cascades into us
i had an entire binder of movies
and a shelf full of books the same stories
i would read over again contemplating the nature of re-created things
and if there will be a re-creation in my own life or yours
because there is so much doubt and so many things we don’t know about eternity
the one thing i want to do is leave this town and go
to a big city and see the skyscrapers and then contemplate
the same questions and see if my answers have changed
but if my answers are not true
if not even with all wisdom in the world can we find the nature of created things
and the nature of passing things
then how can we hope to know anything about these things?
and if we don’t know anything about these things we are skydiving
out of a plane into an ocean of regret
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