Capturing Beauty (poem)

I could write you down,

every little detail on your pale face,

the way you look about the room,

or how your laugh bounces,

but I can't make you memorable.

In three weeks I'll read it

and fail to remember a forgotten face.

I've loved countless sunsets,

but I couldn't describe one,

just an amalgamation of them:

everyday beauty is forgettable.

But we chase it nonetheless,

whether in the setting sun

or in a beautiful stranger.

You can try to capture it,

to take a quick picture

or write down a perfect description,

but you can't keep it.

Beauty is an experience:

the memory can only echo,

but only the moment holds it.

-Zero

Echoes of you (poem)

Inspired by: Echoes of you by Marianas Trench

You told me only the lonely survive,

that a love like this always ends in tragedy,

and we fought whether to escape with our lives,

but I couldn't – I wouldn't – let you go.

That night I learned the thickness of your bones,

and how intertwined life and death are.

Now the incessant beating of your heart

echoes through this empty apartment.

Stirs of whispers trail and linger:

who said – you said – I did it?

knowing accusations fill my ears,

a thousand eyes bear down on me.

I've tried to escape this crypt

only for remnant faces, fleeting traces of you

to haunt the corner of my sight,

a shadow with blood-red eyes.

I just want to make you vanish,

to have peace from the beating of your heart

echoing from the walls I call home,

repeating from the corners of my mind.

-Zero

What I'm doing with this poem (poem)

An unknown writer shares a poem online

in hopes this might get him recognized

for the genius he knows he is, but,

like a raindrop into the ocean,

it disappears instantly,

only known to those that watched it fall.

Is it so bad to have no audience?

Can poetry be only for the poet,

or is there a reason they write them down?

No one to please (or disappoint),

an unknown writer is free to be bad,

free to write only what he wants to.

But he shares it to feel heard,

chasing the Internet's spotlight,

so that his work might be important.

Is it hubris or desperation?

Talking just to talk

or talking to be understood?

Why does the rain fall on the ocean

if not to be consumed by it?

-Zero