To Have It Over

There's a note

written 

under his left elbow.

Buy milk,

it reminds him—

his sister just did.

In thin, slanted scrawl,

the handwriting is so much nicer

than his own

(it's not perfect)

(it's a little too jagged in some places)

(and a bit too round in others) 

(he thinks it's beautiful anyway) 

On her right hand

there's a doodle.

Waves, rows of them, all different

when she presses all her fingers together

it's an ocean

tiny fishes and overlapping patterns 

opening her palm causes them to morph

almost unrecognizeable

broken

but she knows she can always 

close the distance 

between her digits

and make them whole.

She didn't draw it.

She doesn't know who did.

There's someone, though, out there,

who did the drawing

on his or her hand,

who has her scribbled notes and paint splatters 

dotting their arms.

Her other half is somewhere out there.

Some people never find theirs

waiting forever

and on and on

until breath stops and death prises them from this earth

and they depart

half-lived, half-slipping

without a full soul

because one plus one is two

and two equals full. 

Shared messages across smoothened skin

isn't enough,

her fellow unfound friends say

in their… candid moments, 

heads buried in arms

glass bottles stacked around

like walls. 

They can't wait any longer

(the pain kills, it's not over)

(will it ever be over)

(really, life is pain) 

but they have to.

One, two, three, four.

Counting out days and breaths and moments

until, until, until.

Strangely

he isn't so impatient.

He has this feeling

that he's going to meet her, somedayH

he doesn't know how he knows

He just knows that he does

Someday, someday, someday

It's a mantra, a chorus,

he plays it in his mind when he's depressed.

When his sister runs into her soulmate, brings her home

his parents laugh and everyone cries

(but happy crying)

They complete each other, yes,

and he sees a fuller, realer version of his sister,

and wonders who he really is, who he'll be

when the pieces click, like

jigsaw puzzles.

The ones he used to love as a kid. 

He says to himself—

someday, someday, someday. 

She lives off of—

someday, someday, someday. 

They breathe, they feed on, they hold onto the glimmer of—

someday, someday, someday. 

And someday is good enough for them,

(it has to be, doesn't it) 

because then the wait will be done

and they're sure 

it will be worth it 

to have it

over. 

I'm entering!!!

~~~

It is a tall arch

Evanescent and fleeting

Tall and magestic

 

It's a waterfall

Opalescent with shimmers

Most colorful one

 

Stretching over me

Like a doorway to heaven

Paradise's gates.

 

It is a rainbow

Disappearing so quickly

Pretty while it lasts 

New constest: Pick a song, and write a poem which corresponds with that song. Feel free to use the songs lyrics.

This is more of a song with changed lyrics… At least, I wrote it to the tune of the song 'As Long as You Love Me' by Justin Beiber. Typically, I dislike most of his music, but this song's tune just sort of fit. And… Um… This is based off of how I've actually been feeling these past few weeks.

 

I'm under pressure

Seven billion people in the world trying to fit in

Keep it together

Smile on your face even though your heart is frowning 

But hey now, you kno-o-ow

We both know it's a cruel world

And I'm scared to take chances

Nobody loves me

I feel like I'm starving

I feel like I'm homeless

I may well be broke

Nobody loves me

I ain't no platinum

I-i-i deserve

No-o-o hope

Nobody loves me…

Nobody loves me…

I'll be a soldier, fighting every second of the day until I can't, no

 

I say don't stress, don't cry, I have lost my wings, can't fly

I need to hold a hand

Nobody loves me

I need to restart

I need a friend

Or somebody new

Nobody loves me…