Image by: Chloe Wilson
dust comets and planets
stars systems and galaxies
all suspended spiraling in the universe
yet we can not escape
that in between everything
space is eternal
it rests in your eyes,
streaks of your iris
blur to a grey scope.
it clings to your smile,
the crooked falseness
a break between us.
it cries from your words,
the bare platitudes,
milk every drop of guilt.
And we shall bestow upon you a posthumous name.
You will be returned to us,
reborn as a god.
Let your brittle human bones wither and burn
for we shall weave you a body of light,
a body built to withstand the soul of an immortal.
Claim this body.
We gods permit you
to return from the depths of the earth
in which you were destined to lay.
as the God who holds Truth in his hands.
Mortals will come to you,
asking for the truth.
We elder gods permit you,
for you will carry the truth of everything within you.
You will live among us
in your glorious undying form.
So long as humans remember,
and still seek out the truth,
you will exist to tell them.
You will live forever,
an eternal, yet ephemeral being.
what in this life is eternal,
is it love,
but come to think,
don’t all these things end,
when we die,
what is eternal,
is it the footprints,
we leave on this earth,
after we are gone,
the things we say,
things we do,
choices we make,
will anyone ever know,
since we will not be there,
to watch it grow eternally,
so what is eternal,
"We will love each other for eternity"
She had told me
"We will give each other breath"
"We will give each other life"
"Until breathing is meaningless"
"And life itself exists no more"
When she promised me this
She had smiled so sincere
And yet the photos of us I have
Are collecting dust on my shelf
Too broken to touch
But too precious to burn
The presents you had given me
Unloved for months
In the bottom of my drawer
Out of sight
But never forgotten
I just want you to know
That even though you never truly
That even though I've moved on
I care about you
But instead in a way
That I just hope
You will be happy
This eternal love
That lives within all the stars
Grows a bit each night
Rain, the salty tears
of blue never-ending sky
cry me a river?
A creature of gaudi design,
Of grace, intelligence
Of angle like ways
Begun from nothing
But is all
From thy pearls
To golden straw waves,
To and from
From and to
Yet nothing similar
To as seen before
The spark within,
Stronger than a blazed furnace
And more pure with
Flying up above
She is everything to be
Yet of nothing that's
My heart is at peace,
All of time begins to slow,
When I am with you.
the crumpled bag lays in my room.
i should probably throw it out,
but it reminds me of you.
it will stay there forever.
our love may be forbidden
it may be unholy and rotten
to some people, it is so
but those people are far too
to understand what our love is
our love is eternal
it outlasts the moon and the stars
it is a holy being itself
and it will never die
our shared memories
It’s holding hands and lopsided smiles.
It’s kisses, soft as butterflies,
and hearts full to bursting.
Eternal is us.
Eternal is laughter,
like the tinkling of bells
and late-night whispers over the phone.
Eternal is holding you in my arms,
and being held in yours.
It’s safety and warmth and comfort,
because I’m safe,
To stare a person in the eyes,
and see the devil in the flames.
Have your heart ripped out of your chest,
and on the ground where it remains.
Want to give up your whole being,
but can’t let your enemies win.
So gather all the strength inside,
from the veins, to the shell of skin.
Tears turn to mist on the face,
and legs do not collapse from weight.
Moving towards the light of hope,
surrounded by eternal hate.
I thought that we were eternal
That we would last forever
But we’re not.
And we didn’t.
Cause every statue crumbles
And every painting fades.
And even though
I told you that I would go
To the ends of the Earth for you
When the people you told me that you loved had become the monsters
Underneath your bed
In your closet.
I promised that I could carry you through Hell and back.
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t do enough.
I really mean that this time.
But I’m not Atlas
I can’t handle the weight
Of your world on my back.
Your heart is a fragile treasure
I can’t keep juggling
Something is going to break
You tell me that you’ve been wrapped in darkness.
And I’m the only match that’s here to keep you warm
The Eternal Sleep
We are at the end, approaching at last
We cross hell’s gate or go up heaven’s stairs
We watch as the light of our souls fade fast
And in dimming light we turn to our prayers
Death is a fear that we each must face soon
Though the thought makes us stress and cry to our Gods
Retreating from sun, turning towards moon
There is no help, no way to flip the odds
We are trapped in lives that are meant to end
Despite the many spirits we consult
Before we go we try to patch and mend
And leave at peace, with no lasting insult
With smiles we pass through the rose covered arch
The Eternal Sleep, towards which we march
The Song of Eternal Haze
With the unexpected call of something mere.
And the enmity of nightmares, is so sheer
With it comes the “nothing”
Like a broken empty heart
The dark that sowed the sorrows gone.
But no light seeks control.
Solitude of anger; violence fills the void.
The path to revolution is shattered by the bitter and destroyed.
It’s spinning, it’s blooming, it awakens me.
And I’m blind to myself and my heart
Nothing’s said, Nothing’s done, no one’s calling me.
Can’t grasp myself, when I’m constantly bound by their rule.
The truths surround me.
But they all belong to foes.
Liars, or protectors.
Only seek to gain control.
All of this is pyrrhic,
All of this’ a lie.
Shattering the mirror,
I wish that I could see behind the eyes.
Mirror, say something to me!
Can I save save myself from thee?
Who can save me from this misery?
Mirror could you shatter me?
One and Only
By Damien Jordan
People, people like me, people like us. We make bonds on such a deep, emotional level.
We tie knots, and we hold on tightly to the strings that keep us close. Those strings, those lines of friendship, those ties of love, they are indestructible to all but fire.
And yet, the flames always find us.
Fire resides inside. It builds and it burns, in our thoughts, in our hearts, in our minds. But at times, there is fire in our eyes. And we think too hard, and we wish too much and we let our minds dissolve into dreams.
Our strings go up in flames.
My love, my dear, my one and only, who knew our eternity would end so soon?
Is this what it feels like to lose you?
And the only one to blame stands in my shoes.
If I could wish for forgiveness, I would, but tears of heartbreak cannot rebuild the heart.
And the sound of apologies cannot heal burns.
So we move on, thoughts drifting aimlessly in wake of broken dreams.
And I wait, to find my next eternity.
By Emma Breton
Center stage, with shaking legs and sweaty palms. A million lights shining down, exposing every inch of my skin, leaving me feeling vulnerable and defenseless. The crowd staring me down, their faces gloom as I take an unsteady breath, stepping up to the microphone. And… that was the first time.
Now, my feet have grown used to the center stage, no nerves, shaking or sweating, nothing. The lights aren’t as bright as they once were, more like a warm, inviting glow. My steps up to the microphone are easy and worn. This was my starting point, and it will be my ending point. I was chosen for this and the eternal spotlight will forever shine down on me.
Hard Times Pass
I once thought that hard times come and go like a lightning storm. It’s scary and it hits you all at once but you have a house to take cover in, wait it out. Now I see that bad times come and go like smoke. You’re surrounded and you can’t see your way out. You can’t push it away because it’s everywhere and out of your control. Even if you ever do find the right direction out, every so often, you’ll have a coughing fit, as a reminder of that one time smoke washed over you like a tidal wave.
Author's Note: I figured this would work for eternal because the pain of hard times always stays with you, even years afterward.
By Yasmin Nowlan
I've never really felt like days or weeks went on forever. For me, it was always the moments that lasted for an eternity, for better or worse.
The specific feeling of the few seconds when you and your best friend are laughing without a care in the world, those types of moments never ended.
There were also the moments when I swear I could hear the sky bending, then shattering into a thousand pieces. Where time seemed to stop just before the tears started to fall, causing me to shut off instead of just let everything out.
Those moments lasted for an eternity as well.
Somehow, with you, I thought I could stretch those ephemeral eternities to fill my entire life. That with you, you who would patiently glue the sky back together piece by piece, would be able to make me forget about the darker side to eternity.
Your eternity turned out to be much shorter than mine.
All the time we spent together, all the memories we made, struggling to fill eternity, ended.
Our forever faded, in one of those ephemeral eternities.
My sky has shattered, and with no one to pick up the pieces, I now cut myself on its broken edges when trying to move forward. It's keeping me in this torturous eternity.
I'll keep going through the same motions. Bringing you the same ephemeral flowers every day, only to see yesterday’s withering and brown. Until I'm able to see the golden side of eternity, I will reminisce about what you told me before you were gone forever. You told me that one eternity isn't enough to fill the time of our lives, so I'll give you your eternity, with its special feeling and color.
Somehow, I’ll create a new eternity.
One where, though you are not there, you are not forgotten.
One where, despite missing you, I have created a golden eternity, and will never let it slip away.
Her ears rang so loud she could barely think. Her hands were bloody, covered in dust. She felt something wrap around her. At first she was scared, but realized it was him holding her close. She tried to look into his eyes but the light above him was so bright. Her legs started to shake, and eventually the pressure was too much. She collapsed. She expected that she would feel him pick her up again. That they would walk away together like they always do. But to her surprise, he fell to the floor with her. He didn’t let go. She realized it was too late. The ground was shaking beneath her. The few moments where the ring in her ears silenced she only heard screams of terror. She tried to open her eyes again. This time she wished she didn’t. In front of her eyes was the man she loved, the man she was going to marry, bloody and dying. She shut her eyes again. Trying to get the image out of her head. Her head hurt so much. She felt him pull her closer with what little strength he had left. And together they laid. Eternal.
It turns out we aren't immortal beings anymore.
I know we were as children. We could Jump off play structures or shoot each other with those little foam-bullet plastic guns you had, and we’d be fine. We had pillows and sandboxes to protect us.
Turns out those things don’t protect you from real bullets though.
Death isn't like you see in the movies
You screamed and cried and Called for your momma as I tried to stop the bleeding. You said you were so so cold, though your blood was hot and steaming in the cool night air. You never pressed your hands up to my cheek or said you would miss me or peaceful closed your eyes. You looked all around til your eyes met mine and you whispered “ I wanna go home”. I told you that i'm trying and too just hold on but it was too late. You were gone.
You didn't leave your mark like you were supposed to.
People talked about you for a week, tops. After that you became Just another police file buried under mountains of paperwork. Just a sticky red stain on my white shirt. Just a name.
But this can't be happening.
Not to you, not to someone I love.
Not to the one person who swore they’d protect me.
I wish we were children again.
I wish we could be eternal again.
If you’re reading this note, then it means I’ve already left. Don’t look for me, it’s not worth either of our times. How ironic. You said we’d be together forever, but here I am, sitting inside my room and writing you this letter while simultaneously packing my bags.
Forever. What is forever? Nothing, and everything at once. You used to say your love for me was as endless as a bottomless pit, longer than to the moon and back. You lied. It was never more than a shallow excuse of a hole you dug, then buried at the back of your mind. But rest assured. I haven’t forgotten. I may be ignorant, but I am not an imbecile.
October 17, the day we first met. Do you remember? Of course you don’t. I was only a stranger. Someone you decided to meet out of curiosity, out of convenience. You were everything to me, but I was merely a speck of dust on your dashboard. I was wiped away, and swept into a pile of the ever-growing pile of girls, chasing after you. I should’ve stopped there. I knew I shouldn’t get involved with you. It was my stubbornness that kept everything from falling apart, and I was blinded by each desperate attempt; until I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.
December 28, the day when you finally, finally decided to text me. It was on a Wednesday afternoon, when my phone lit up with your name. I was contemplating going to bed, as I had nothing better to do. I had already given up on the idea of contacting you first a long time ago, and decided that being friends would be better. She loved you too, and I didn’t want to be the third corner of the triangle. But then a miracle happened. You, decided to initiate the conversation. I think a part of me thought you saved me that night. A part of me still does. But that’s all in the past, isn’t it?
January 6, the day when we first kissed underneath that christmas tree inside your science classroom. I went home, sat on my bed and thought of you all night. I think those 5 seconds were the happiest 5 seconds of my life.They still are. I know what you’re thinking. I know you think I’m gullible. That I’m naive. That I’m just a ditzy girl, who falls in love with every pretty face she sees. And you’re right. I’m a terrible person, aren’t I? I overlooked all your flaws because on the inside, I was desperately holding onto the thought of you. But it was only an illusion.
March 16, the day you asked me out. I said yes. I wish I didn’t. You never loved me, nor did I love you back. Both of us were clinging onto our versions of each other, and only now do I see how wrong I was about you. You’ve told me thousands of times how much you loved me, and I believed you. I think a part of me still wants to believe it, but it’s time to move on. I can’t do it anymore, and I don’t want to burden you even more.
For the last time, I love you. Forever, eternally, infinitely yours,