Unconditionally

A poem about some very special people x

When they speak:

Suddenly the trivial is ignited;

A bright, burning flame of love.

Never has the topic of the weather

Been so scintillating.

Nor has repetition been so

Compelling; it is simply that

You are infallible in their eyes-

Unconditionally.

When they smile:

Suddenly your world is complete;

A bright, burning flame of love.

Never has a broken past

Been presented with such positivity

Nor has your future ever been seen so

Paramount; it is simply that

You are perfection in their eyes-

Unconditionally.

Unconditionally-

They will love you

Unconditionally. 

Pictures

The pictures appear to lie,

But the smiles are nonetheless

Vivid-

For there are no such thing

As cyber cob webs.

No, in fact every detail is retained-

The ageing process magnified

to remind us of the slow but sure

Decline.

Pictures: what was once!

And what can never be again.

What a beautiful, yet morbid reminder.

Nothing

The beauty of a blank slate;

But we meddle with it,

We smudge it with charcoal knowledge,

Our parents providing the stationary,

And the schools give us the paper.

Then: we write.

The pages are just a distraction,

From the ignorant yet blissful

Oblivion in my mind,

I wish the words would trickle

Away, and form the perfect smile,

But words are the constant,

And you are the temporary,

And we have perished.

The people that listen are punished,

With the promise of nothing

So:

The days go by;

And I am back at nothing.

But this is worse than the nothing

of my blank slate,

It is a nothing without meaning,

 A nothing without hope,

To know too much,

is to know absolutely nothing.