Sapphirism

God. Who is God? The Almighty, the creator, the controller of this universe and other infinite parallel universes? That's what we're told, aren't we? Do we  know  for sure? If God exists, do we know his nature? Is he active or dormant, is He the creator or just an entity like us? Can we ever hope to know? She didn't like being fed from a spoon. She didn't want to believe in God's existence, but atheism made the world less magical. As if there was no connection between organisms except the food chain and the ecological system, there was no definite conscience, no victory-of-good-over-evil. But again, how could she believe something that was just  told? ••• can a web just exist? can it ensnare millions of dust particles, flies and connect walls all by its own? can it move, expand, recede, and sail with wind without a sailor, the Spider? can there be no ship without a sailor? —no web without its maker? stop believing in the Spider, does the web cease

hello papa,   hasn't it been a long time  since we talked? do you miss me? it's okay if you didn't, not many do. do you remember those days when we went by  that roundabout where  the fountain flowed? the golden shimmer of the lights always fascinated me, but i remember the lines of your sad smile that got reflected in the frothy water. that sad smile, what was it? did you regret hitting mama? but you wouldn't have smiled then, right? do you remember  how you took me around the city,  with you holding the handles and  me sitting behind you on our shiny red two wheeler? we passed by the crowded malls, the golden fountain and the construction sites. remember how you told me to  shut my eyes and count to ten whenever dust invaded your nostrils? i felt the orange glow of streetlights on my shut eyelids as we sped past and thought that you were my hero. oh, do you remember those late nights in McDonald's? all my friends love Burger King and KFC  but do Burger King and KF

to anyone who's reading this, i know life is hard, bubble. i know it feels like no one understands. maybe no one does. i know it feels like you're a kid in an adult world, a broken tape stuck on repeat, a broken light bulb in an array of brilliant chandeliers. it's like you're living a double life: one with people and the other without, one onstage and one off it; and you don't even get any special mentions or credits for it. it's hard, and no one gets it. but even if no one does, you know it. always remember: you are a warrior and this is your battle. keep fighting. you may run out of ammunition, but you just need to look for it. if you don't get it, look harder. because it's there. i promise. whenever all hope has deserted you, when you feel like giving up, remember that you are here for a reason. you are my Bubble. capital B. you are important. you matter. even when you think you don't. Photo by  Castorly Stock  from  Pexels

  Will we be Just another memory? Just another photograph? In those dusty books In the attic Will we be Just another thing of past Just a thing that didn't last An unclosed relationship Stuck in static Are we Never gonna be strong enough Never gonna be so tough To last longer  Than a castle of sand Is it Destined to end this way Fated to cease today I don't want to let go I just wanna hold your hand Will our love be  Something stuck inside the pages An artefact lost in the ages Once so glorious, but now forgotten. Photo by  Markus Spiske  from  Pexels

When you looked at me from between the iron bars, your hands gripping them too tight, I could almost pretend that I was free and you were the one stuck inside. I glanced at the four walls that seemed ice-cold, even on a summer afternoon, and then at your knuckles that were turning white from clutching the bars. Now that you're here, I don't know what I feel. I'm just numb... I got what I wanted, but what do I do with it now? Why do you still come here, anyways? You can't love me now, not anymore; do you love this place, then? It seems rather morbid and depressing. I even tried to end my life here, a couple of times. But I failed, of course. Just like I failed in everything else I tried to do. Just out of curiosity, can you see the stars now? You always said that the darkness around the stars was thousand times more beautiful and beguiling than the twinkling little lamps. You taught me to see the stars, even though you yourself stared at the eternally foreboding mud

  I was so afraid of losing people, I never realized how  I lost myself in the process.

  the human population on this planet must be an odd number because everyone's together but me

they always advised me to turn off the taps when not in use because that saved water. can someone teach me how to turn off these ocular taps? they're always running.  

  Sometimes when I lay awake in bed, And the vile demons in my head Are taking over, I can't help but wonder; Did I surrender? Did I give in to this poison in me, That hindered my ability to see clearly? Did I give in to this candle of doubt, That shut my conscience and feelings out? Did I give in to this dreary grave,  That prevented me from acting brave? If so, what do I do now?

  I thought you loved me, So I gave you the knife; Thinking you'd set me free Instead, you drained my life, Because your  love  was merciless.

  There's only one thing In the whole wide world, That can rival my love for you. Do you know what that is? Your hatred for me.

A dog wanted love From a cynophobic child.

She dances to the songs Of birds and trees. Not caring where her feet fall, Not caring who watches her, Not caring if she's being mocked. She dances in the shadows As the darkness holds her captive; The shadows are her spotlight. Her footsteps fall  On scattered dust. When the little black birds Will fly back to their homes By broken window ledges and vents, The cool breeze will blow the dust Into nothingness, Where her rhythm will lie forgotten. The dying roots of the trees  And the little cooing fledglings Won't remember her tomorrow. I don't know how she does it But when she dances, She dances like there's no tomorrow, Like she's frozen in her own Happily ever after. Photo by  Anthony Shkraba  from  Pexels

That night when the stars Stopped shining their light, I was left searching for the moon To make the night bright. But, to my despair, It was a new moon night.

  I feel like an island; Surrounded by vastness, Yet all alone.

  This feeling of melancholy Has become my companion, It stays with me faithfully When no one else does.