I.          First Day

Sent at 10:40 PM

“I need not know what fear is,

Without the scent of the rose,

The filament of bewitching passion,

And the gentle honey brown of your eyes fixated on me.

I fear none

But the absence of your presence.

Dearest, I cannot claim this desperate need alone.”

Such extreme emotion…

It seeks thirst and heat

Oh, how I wish to feel the happiness

In loving someone.

I have the patience of a raging sea

Yet my gazes bear the weight of longing

If the sun, moon, and sky consent

I have my hands drawn to his lips

Time will dissolve

Into the fraction of a kiss

Love is a road of agony;

It is but tortured ecstasy

And you cannot bear

Consciously knowing,

 it can all be tossed aside.

You could weep and weep,

And yearn for empty skies.

Just to feel the kiss in the harshest light

The devotion of another soul meant to diverge

Of bygone days,

I adore women that

present themselves in writing

No barrier seizes the delicate words

Sharing the pleasure of madness.

“The breath of your heart,

Reached the depth of mine too.

Fear not and fear none, I am yearning too.”

Received at 10:42 PM

II.        Second Day

Sent at 9:34 AM

“Ephemerality is a concept

I want to touch,

To exist briefly, would my soul ask for more or

Knowingly place myself in a room

To stretch myself

And be taken for granted?”

It’s a unique beauty, here and now

The intentional fracture and ambiguity of ideas

Just one day to breathe…

To cradle what I am,

Perhaps buy your own receptacle

I desire something cooler,

 A soft white stillness

Listen, the heart shall wonder,

She will seek a sultry and affable companion

The sensation, it’s exhilarating!

Whether you find something to circulate your life,

You shall not be excused,

 Unheard, and unmanned.

The dear image of her thoughts

Both wrap and detest despair,

I see the brief flame of her existence!

Forget not, the descent of the sorrow

Her body was crying,

Cradling nothing except wanton death

We heard the prayers for her

Her mother, friends, and the house sparrows

That heard the barrenness of her air

Her feet will drag dust

Like everyone else

And her body will be taken away

Only if and only if…

She had the chance to know

Her body as her own.

III.       Third Day

             Received at 7:55 PM

“This portrayal of rich polyglot

Splits my tongue in two.

One must assimilate or pursue, right?”

No further chance, cadence fails!

I detest standing inside unresolved hybrids of thought

Such heights make your wings useless

Complexity becomes gravity,

Let earth flatten diversity

Or let the weight of thought challenge you woman

Time does not walk beside mortals.

And she’ll perish, perish greatly

Mistaken for depth.

She talks about her French friend

Revolutionary thoughts,

Full of spirits.

It is…interesting.

It can help her get through an awful night

It won’t overwhelm reality

Mind unbound,

Towering mountains with distinct characters

From above,

Let clouds strike the ground,

Their faith briefly adorned

Yes, in his light,

She will be forever honored.

“I am pleased to hear this.

We ought to chase complex variables

That live among us.

Truly…it gave space in my mind”

Sent at 8:01 PM

IV.       Fourth Day

              Sent at 7:40 AM

“My obsession with cinema is real.

Of all the things that don’t change,

You are drawn to the serious aesthetic experience

It’s luxury, and art

In its chaotic splendor.

Miss not the Victorian rivals!”

I fear this is a poetical habit

Such qualities

Like a meteor whispering to heavenly maidens

Remember Yorkshire;

The short silent motion picture

Four people, walking, and laughing

Magnificent! Hueless but crucial breakthrough

And through single-lens camera, outstanding!

When the first core premise is secluded

The pristine forest, the changing seasons

Featuring minimal dialogue

And the painting like cinematography

A treasure, constant and luminous

Paranoia in films

Simply sensationally revolting

Anna Karenina’s friction, ambition, isolation,

And the deteriorating mental state

How brave!

A psychological tapestry of folly.

Words alone seek motion

We above, cushion the rise

Of this magnificent erudition

Impure, and exploitation, however…

Shall not leave a strand of hair or echo of his thumb

At the fore of His presence

The being shall know of death estranged by mercy

The same soul that intervenes the lenience of heaven

“Jackman and Bale,

And the amalgamation of death and magic!

Off we go to London.”

Received at 7:52 AM

V.        Fifth Day

             Received at 2:46 PM

“My sweet Elie, the heavens have taken something

Beyond the city that we respect,

Where balmy sweet beams of light loved her skin

Bearing memories of a thousand-year-old tree…

She looked up in perfect tranquility at the wanning crescent

She was never done

But today, she had fallen unfearingly cold

The bluebells mourned the change of wind

And last night was the darkest evening of the year.

My dearest, come home…

Your mother needs you.”

No…

(The word was screeching,

Gasping to be filled.)

Seen at 2: 48 PM

“Great Aunt, to fathom the sweetest floweret

Have lost its petals

Even carefully watered

The boat we sailed with is truly unfair.

My heart wails for her hands

And its heavy…just heavy

Tomorrow, I shall seek for your shadow.”

Sent at 3:01 PM