Between us, there is a distance. You’re the kind truth, shrouds of life. Somehow in view, the shadow settles. One word makes us whole. Our eagerness, lonely in wait. We were simple, broken people. Knowing him, every lovely moment, is all I’ve yet to know.
Time is changing, even if you refuse it. The swift movement, more healed bruises. So many words would of destroyed you, yet you rise, volume after volume.
When you disappeared, chaos became calamity. How terrible it should be, letting dreams die. These dried tears, stretching beyond your cheeks. How difficult my friend, I know the pain, a greater purpose ignored. These are your stories, there is nothing more. All must eventually go, pain is far from exception. This is an unknown reality, … More The Chaos, The Calamity by Devin Pavlischak/ December 20th, 2015 ©
Something became, something began. The world, spinning, fleeing. There were none, nothing to build, only destroy.
Children will grow, making a world bloom. Imaginations stand to move, for a cause is born. This generation flies, they soar to heights. An adolescent leaves, their head held high. In courage, a brighter future. Even as an adult, the chance holds choice. When our future asks, what will we tell it?
We need ourselves, others are enough. They’re a distraction, lovely and unbound.
On these few, unrest, unbalance. The days are clear, simple to watch. Coordinated of a few, often of the many.
The day was brighter, I could hear music. There were birds, small squirrels. His sweet voice, rapid, toned, loving, caring. My lips trembling, muscles touching. The day was lighter, I could feel love.
A woman’s laugh, flaunts an echo. It’s not much, though a man laughs. They both laugh, ribs trembling.
I won’t pretend, you need me now. There is time, I’ll give more. The place for me, somewhere with you. Everything is better, though different. How can I explain myself without damaging a piece of another?