Flicker On, My Light

"Why are you here?"

He says that he's known her his whole life
And that he does not see what I see
The night attracts silver-scaled fireflies
To the enclosure we are all sitting in
A bunch of real nice kids, we are.

There's a guiding light just across from us,
It flickers along, alone, throughout the night
And she is one such light to me.
She may be a really tiny light to begin with,
But that's how I don't just look at life, I see.

I could say that she's the bird that taught me how to fly,
But he doesn't like birds and he would then flee home.

"Why are you here?"

They say that they're always here at this time,
A couple who have more than I ever will.
A little girl in a swing spins around by herself,
Near the tables we are all sitting at,
A trio of real odd Serbs, we are.

At night, I watch that little, tiny light from afar,
Its REM is more than others could be wide awake,
And she is one such light to me.
She may be a really tiny light to begin with,
But that's how I don't just look at life, I see.

I could say that she's the dead girl who happens to be alive,
But they'd think I'm mad and would mock me back at home.

And that is why I am here,
Even when I am not.
And that is how I see.

- October 22nd and November 27th and 29th, 2016


That is not a light?!

That is not a light?!

Love is not limited to single instances of people, or people overall, for that matter. Okay, romantic love is, but there are other types of love that make your life fuller, richer and more beautiful. There are types of love that help you understand who you are and that, ultimately, leads you to understanding both yourself and the others better. There are those unusual types of love that will liberate you and make you feel better about the usual types of love. And that is the kind of love I have been trying to express through these poems, for about a year now. Love.

The guiding light is a copy that is the original is the bird that taught me how to fly is the dead girl, is and is not astray and a stray, just like she is and is not a teenager. Apparently, she used to be a queen and ...a lot of it.

P.S. She's mine. Find one of your own.

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