possibility

EMPTY BOX

Empty Box

An empty box is filled with possibility, and nothing less.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 2nd June, 2012

NOVEL DISTRACTIONS

“In a novel world, man would simply wake non-committally, stroll vicariously through a perfect day, learn nothing knowing everything, and melt into an active slumber of taboo regard. Pleasantries aside, one should move on from parastillness and obscene milestones of excellence, and be afraid at times of what lies ahead, knowing without knowing why that it will all end in the finality and loneliness of an ever untimely demise, but resume once more with an abundance of possibilities; each new direction scattered like confetti across another bridge between dreams.”

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 May, 2013

THOUGHT #449

There is no end to an imagination of creative possibility.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 18 September, 2012

A TIMELESS WAIT IN MADNESS

 

Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.

Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship

one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead

contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time

– bereft of touch –

pass me by, imprisoned.

But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart

– reflection –

while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.

I wait (believing)

baited and entombed,

for the next civilisation
to unbury me

and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 August, 2011

LIQUID LOVE

 

Some of us
Melt like snow
On a warm morning

Others freeze

At the chance of love

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011

THOUGHT #307

In possibility there layeth no path.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 March, 2011

THOUGHT #88

Imagination is the birthplace of everything; alive with the resounding echo of all possibility.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 December, 2011

THOUGHT #47

A single thought produces manuscripts of possibility in the authorship of one’s voluminous soul.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 December, 2011