This is from you, your apology I never had, the explanation I never received.
I am sorry I took your body,
The one place you felt comfortable is now just a flesh suit that you have to withstand.
I am sorry I took your voice,
Every time you wanted to speak out is now repressed into tears being choked down.
I am sorry I took your freedom,
Because now every time you want to get to know someone you will always wear what is the most difficult to get out of.
I am sorry I took your trust,
Because I know every other man who will walk in your life will only ever be a worry.
I am sorry I took your sanity,
I notice your hands shaking or the fear in your eyes when someone touches you.
I am sorry I too...
Que jamas mi buena voluntad y ganas de creer en el mundo me permitan olvidar que existe la traición y la mentira.
que si bien no hay manera de borrar todo.
se recortan los bordes y se avanza, siempre con la conciencia de que a veces las personas que pregonan amor son las mismas que lo profanan, lo pervierten y lo desfiguran con tal de sacar ventaja.
Con el pasar del tiempo menos.
Mas sabiduría, mas madurez y empatia para nunca delinquir y traicionar lo mas sagrado que alguien te puede entregar.
Nunca nada es para siempre, ni las mentiras, ni el dolor, ni las miles de preguntas que te puedes formular.
a veces ni siquiera el amor.
igual y hoy mi corazón llora;...
No tengo nada más que a mí misma. Un corazón que late, unos ojos que lloran y unos pies que me llevan tan lejos como yo quiera. No tengo nada más que mis sueños, mis pesadillas, mi anhelos. Amo tenerme a mí misma
My version I just wrote beat this.
"You can spot someone with the coronavirus when you recognize their coffin."
© Copyright Ma 2020
Or another , beat this
"That tired man who got viciously attacked had saw eyes"
© Copyright Ma 2020
"The man that had haemorrhoids and was eating fruit slipped and crushed his grapes"
© Copyright Ma 2020
"I can't believe it is Good Friday tommorow, I'll be on my best behaviour"
My mate forwarded me this, my attempts are above.
"Lexophile" describes those that have a love for words, such as "you can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish", "To write with a broken pencil is pointless."
An annual competiti...
NÃO À VAGA
Que não há
Ou se atreva a ocupar
O teu lugar:
Em cada barco
Em tuas rotas de fuga
E saída pelos fundos,
Sempre haverá um náufrago
E uma chance de ser resgatado
Em cada poema
O sal e o ácido
O mar revolto
Não me envolve
Não me demove
Nem me sacia...
E se eu bebo de ti
Não é por sede
Nem por cair na rede,
Mas por nascer da correnteza
Autêntica e viva:
Ou me toma e carrega plena
Ou me abandona
À própria sorte dos gorjeios
E sortilégios das aves
Once again I look at her in the eyes and she tells me everything she, hates and everything she loves, as her eyes stare right back into mine I can tell she's tired of fighting her self, I can see she's terrified to become the girl she ones was, and as she is about to let her self haves a moment of weakness there's a knock at the door, I take my eyes off the mirror and open the door and smile at my beautiful sister.
कुछ दूर हमारे साथ चलो हम दिल की कहानी कह देंगे
समझे न जिसे तुम आँखों से वो बात ज़ुबानी कह देंगे
जो प्यार करेंगे जानेंगे हर बात हमारी मानेंगे
जो ख़ुद न जले हों उल्फ़त में वो आग को पानी कह देंगे
जब प्यास जवाँ हो जायेगी एहसास की मंज़िल पायेगी
ख़ामोश रहेंगे और तुम्हें हम अपनी कहानी कह देंगे
इस दिल में ज़रा तुम बैठो तो कुछ हाल हमारा पूछो तो
हम सादा दिल हैं 'अश्क' मगर हर बात पुरानी कह देंगे
Knowledge is powerful and can be used to build or destroy a nation just like faith can change the outcome of an event, history has a strange way of repeating itself so let's give grace to have hope for another day
By liberty and Steph.
Every single day I Fight myself to never become the Person I use to be,
And it's getting very exhausting.
POEMA (des) MONTARIA
Eu evoco agora
Toda a intuição
Para desanuviar os céus
Dos meus dias e noites
De dormência extrema
O puro e zombeteiro
Espírito das crianças
A inocência mais crua
De qualquer errância
Para enternecer os espelhos,
E os olhos dos que cansam
De esperar esperanças
Eu os embalo em meus braços
Com o esteio frágil do silêncio
Que atravessa cada tempo monocromático
E me desfaço
Em cores de Vênus.
Se me vês
Faz de mim um poema
- Ainda que como contingente de quarentena -
Desses de decorar
As paredes do estábulo
Enquanto o amor me faz de cavalo
Só pra duvidar do status
Que tu insistes em manter.
STORYTIME (short story)
Spring was around the corner, but she didn't care. All she wanted is to sit inside. Doors and windows closed. Let the darkness consume her.
But then, out of the blue, the phone rang. It rang once, twice, she counted the every single ring. In her mind she could hear the tiny voice saying her to pick up the phone.
At last, she picked up, and indeed, that was a wierd phone call. From the other side she heard the sound of the waves upon the shore, some seagulls crying out, and someone in the background calling out loud: "Fresh fish, fresh fish!". She called out loudly, "Hello, who's there?", but there was no answer. The phone call ended suddenly.
This shook her...
I always want to ask you
If you remember who we are
If you have the same dreams
Where we dance in the stars
Is all that I’m feeling
Simply made up in my mind
Or do you see the same visions
Of a love built through lifetimes
-Lion in the Stars
there are those
that make me forget
about the weight
of my burdens
and then there is you -
the only one
that helps me carry them.
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
I can’t get the memories out of my head;
A flightless bird, found her chance,
To help another, find his stance;
To help him live, to help him heal,
Came with cost, I’m now his meal;
I wanted to please you, to let me go,
You plucked my feathers, a naked show;
Cage this bird, forget she breathes,
Because now her body, won’t ever feel free.
We never grow as a person with age, but in those moments of life that send chills down the spine. Life's difficult circumstances do change our perception.
Sometimes, even after having been hit by so many storms, you dont wake up the strongest. It is a process, which has no visible end.
Life seems new every single day, for we never know what it unveils. What remains constant is the change, that is how our perspectives change. This doesn't mean the definition of bad days also changes. It is indeed a rollercoaster ride, for we sense everything so very deeply.
With time, we learn to become more calm in the chaotic moments. We become more patient and wait for the pieces to fall in pl...
Y en esos momentos de inconsciencia, donde no hay poses, no hay reflectores, no hay sonrisas fingidas, podrás notar quién realmente te admira. No por tu fachada, sino por tu interior. Sabrás que te ama porque goza de ti y disfruta cada centímetro tuyo... Cada detalle de tus imperfecciones. Y está consciente de que eres imperfecta, y tener conciencia de eso hace que te ame más, porque tus imperfecciones le enseñaron a amar. Amar de verdad y con el corazón. Un amor puro que desciende del Cielo, donde no hay mentiras, ni verdades a medias. Donde el lastimar al otro es lastimarse así mismo. Ese amor quiero. Ese amor tengo. Ese amor es para siempre.
Así las cosas.
All this time I was waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel.
And when I finally got there I realized it was no light at all.
It was you.
And there is nothing better I could’ve asked for.
Durante o auge da noite
Um grande concerto acontece
Rufam-se os tambores celestiais em majestosas explosões sônicas
Luzes chicoteiam por entre as nuvens e ricocheteiam em direção ao solo
Por um breve momento infinitesimal
A luz divina arquea crepitante, nos atraindo feito moscas
E assim, rápido qual uma tempestade de raios
Uma mente solitária na noite
Rabisca em pedaço de papel
Uma poesia relâmpago
Que ecoa em sua alma
Feito o som de um trovão
E na madrugada cintilante
De azuis e lilases
O poeta acha a voltagem necessária
Para uma vez mais escrever
Escrever sobre a beleza caótica da tempestade
I would never have anticipated the level of comfort we shared when we met for the very first time. I always thought it'd be awkward and summon even before we know it. I can't begin to express my joy and admiration since we kissed in your car during the long hours of tedious driving through rivers and lakes and mountains and just pure memories. The world is a funny place and so are its people, but you, you were surprisingly beyond anything I could have ever think of.
I've always thought of being practical and real about everything even in the most romantic of moments, but I can't think of how you got the better of me. I remember when you said, "No one's ever driven me aro...
Instead of waiting for the threads to be cut
I severed them myself, I'd had enough
Although I still fell at least I did by own hand
I had a better idea when I would land
If I would had waited any longer
The ties that bound would have been stronger
They would have turned from rope to steel
From my wrist up I wouldn't be able to feel
It was already starting to turn numb
And the wound appearance had already begun
You wouldn't come no matter how loud
I screamed from my lungs and I did howl
You watched on in laughter
Because pain was all you were after
You became all you said you weren't
The same as the others that want to hurt
Now your face is distorted with shock
Because I decided I wanted to d...
We tend to focus on the bad in those who are good for us because we begin to believe it is too good to be true and start losing attraction when we feel they have become predictable, complacent and comfortable in the relationship. @PLECCA
It's my fault for believing in you
It only led to the hell you put me through
I knew the games you played
Would end in me being betrayed
I had to pretend I was having so much fun
While red flags signaled me to run
It's why I always took off
You were making me feel like I was lost
Because all you ever did was hurt me
But that was fine as long as you couldn't see
For if you turned a blind eye
You wouldn't have to count the tears I cried
You wouldn't have to notice me take to my bed
Exhausted by thoughts you placed in my head
Honestly it's best this didn't work out
I wouldn't have survived another round
I couldn't go on decoding the clues
I was supposed to know the answers to
I couldn't continu...
Happy Birthday To the most important person of my life p. Box #622464.
& wish God will fulfill ur life with happiness and success.
You were always their with me whenever I needed you.
Lots of luv & care dude.
& I pray to god that you will get ur love back. Be Patience.
You are not only my friend your are like my family.
Again happy Birthday Bday boy.
The girl who read the Constitution and the clauses, did not know which section of the Constitution she applied on my soft heart .
Neither punishment is being done nor is there any promotion.
I am hanging in the middle -
I will sleep if You promise me
that you will sleep on my shoulder everynight & u will allow me to remove ur worries through ur hairs from my fingers,
You will give me a right to hold your shoulder like this every night &
U will promise to be always be here Bachaa❤️❤️ -Sinu #jslyf
The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
M -memories unlimited of our Are
Coming One by One
I - I & u are
S - StanDinG Still Together AnD
T - Turing All old pages of our life book
& searching The Place from where
R - RelaTeD moments of our Happy &
sad Times coming
Y - Yessss.... This is our mistry box....
I wrote a lot of things about you & poetry on you in that diary & you know that.
Then tell me nahh that u read that diary everyday just for met me in those written words or you just hide her in you cupboard ..... But in a hope of lifetime meet, I still write you everyday in my another diary ... - sin
Just tell me, Do you sleep well enough in these days ?
Is their no one who can disturb your sleep & can irritate you like me ?
Who can call you anytime & request u for listen your childish voice & then crack nonsense jokes just to make you angry ?
Tell me nahh that ... you miss me ? A little bit ..!! Just a little bit ....!!!
. But I really miss you bachaa. Not a little bit, just A lot of ..... More then lot ... Really ....
Sometimes all I need is....
I just need comfort cuddles or hugs for last long ... With a peace in breathe in tears in eye corners ... But Comforty ....
Bcz I m a little bit tried from myself...
Let me tie your shoe less so I can see your child angry face live.
I really missing ur face & voice ....
7 word story ;
Alchocal opens mind & block the HeaRt ♥
Dreams to me are everything! They are the spark in my soul that keep this body alive.
I remember how in my childhood I used to play all day in the garden till i got exhausted, and then having a perfect dinner later watching tv. I used to play with small marbles. These marbles that we had were like precious treasure to me. These small round tiny transparent trinkets with curvy shaped objects inside were so beautiful and colorful! Me and didi used these as our hidden treasure. And the whole garden in front of our home was the treasure hunting ground. We used to hide these marbles underneath mud in some or the other thing. And set up a route/ path upto the treasure by adding few hurdles ...
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,