i hear echoes of a crying baby trapped within a thorny shrub,
she mirrors a reflection of my dying soul.
i tried to make a home out of you,
but dandelions wither quickly,
spreading seeds that germinate an illusion of what could've been
your words have plucked my wings,
now I am left staring shame in the eyes,
and failure has me begging on my knees.
forgive me for my transgressions known and unknown.
i am drowning...
but lighthouses only remind me of a hope i cannot immerse myself with.
a flicker of happiness dangled before my eyes
my mind is flooded with weeds
church bells have cracked my spine
i have lost my religion
i dance to the orbits of the moon
and chant a nursery rhyme
my soul lies bare in city lights
i am losing my innocence
a lotus flower grows on infertile soil
i mourn the death of a broken past
my shredding skin reflects the sun
a new day is born.
Suddenly it comes into your life,
so swiftly and so uncanny,
one day you are okay,
and the next...
the idea of death slowly becomes your forbidden steamy erotic teenage dream,
so exciting yet so shameful.
you feel weak and defeated.
you kneel before the altar of your imagination
and it repels you into a sea of flawlessness,
a sea of ideologies...
and you drown.
with every teardrop,
every blade scar,
every pill taken,
every empty bottle...
a piece of you dies,
and that erotic dream matures into an affair.
i'm constantly fighting a battle within myself.
i want to be normal.
i don't want to be the weird artistic child.
i want to be the logical thinker, the one who'll end up living the 9 to 5 banker job.
i don't want to be the creative one everyone goes to when they want to create something 'cool',
or don't know how to plan an event.
i just want to be 'normal', whatever that means.
i want to be asleep at 2 am and not writing a novel that'll never see the sun.
I want a simply religious life,
the ability to accept a spiritual life limited within the walls of a church.
I don't want to be constantly thinking up ways to revolutionize my relationship with God,
or have a very active int...
I stand naked before the mirror and I feel repulsed.
And no, it's not by the bumpy pathway on my thighs nor my bulging ass in my undies...
I just cannot recognize the person that stands before me.
I am a mess.
I haven't prayed in over a month and there are dishes piling around me...
I mean, I use a textbook as a pillow.
My life is so consumed with what she needs or he thinks,
and somehow my well being never made it onto my priorities list.
Honestly, I am but a ship at sea swayed in whatever direction the wind blows.
And my dreams are all lost somewhere in Neverland.
I spend my days picking flowers in my neighbour's garden,
for in my own,
lies the thorns of ins...
You are the one whose name is engraved in my soul
the one I yearned to grow old with
the one I waited on all my life
the one I distanced myself from...
yet you keep on wandering in my mind
you are the one standing before my happiness
before a boy who'd give anything to get the word you never gave me.
To the boy who'll never know. A boy I spent my whole life loving but, remained a ghost to him. It's irrational how I feel about him. I've been with other guys but, my love for him is without boundaries and goes far beyond the physical. However, I've now met a boy who loves me more than I deserve but, I can't seem to love him back. To the boy who'll n...
A year is equivalent to 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8 766 hours, 525 949 minutes and 31 556 926 seconds. And a moment, a moment is slightly less than a second which means that logically we are to have more than 31 556 926 moments a year. But, how do you measure a year?
Well, perhaps in a world where society isn't built around judgement stilted above common sense measuring a year would be as easy as making a cup of coffee, as easy as taking a dog for a walk in the park or even jumping a wall when your are being chased by dogs.
Unfortunately, we live in a world where a word such as gay only defines women who are disgusted by the sight of men or men who spend their afterno...
I've spent most of my years drowning in the depths of depression. Hoping and praying that God or someone would one day come save me. But, to be honest I don't think I ever actually wanted to be saved...until today. Depression is or rather was my safe haven. Crazy, right? But, it was only within the walls of depression I could be vulnerable, broken and deceivingly empowered. Thing is, I knew who depression was and though she made a horrible conversationalist, she had been there for me through it all. The days when I'd stay paralyzed in my bed anxiously biting away at my nails waiting for the chaos to end, she held a lethal blanket to keep me warm. Or when those I'd call friends or sometimes f...
a weak pulse...
my physical is fading.
a seed blooming...
utopia surrounds me...
my soul is awaken.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 💯
Well folks, today is your last day to submit entries for this Skylark Spectacular. If you still wish to enter - or want to post more, you can. You are invited to write whatever you wish...
BUT TAKE CARE TO STICK TO THE RULES!
A reminder of the rules:
You MUST INCLUDE these 8 words EXACTLY AS WRITTEN
You MUST CLEARLY DEMONSTRATE use of ELEMENTS WITHIN the 2 PHOTOS (See below this letter.) 👇
WHAT DO I MEAN BY ELEMENTS?
Well, I have given you the words TURQUOISE and WINGS, so you need to use something else from the right-hand pho...
Today, I accept the vaguely etched freckles,
the roughly printed acne scars,
the netted web-like stretch marks freakishly creeping on my skin,
the insanely messed childhood,
the inability to choose decent friends,
the crazy exciting hungry little genie hiding behind my silence,
the annoyingly yet cute squeakísh voice,
the countless mistakes,
the amazing memories,
the hearts I've broke and the tears I've shed,
today not only do I begin to accept the person I am,
but, I celebrate the birth of a new soul.