Listing down the things that make me very very happy:
Tight, very tight hugs
When you hug me from behind
When you pull my cheeks
When you make me blush with your words
When I sneak a breathe between our endless kisses
When you smile at something I do
When you like what I write to you
When you miss me
Traveling with you (anywhere)
Laughing at a mutual joke
Judging people together
Not liking "people" together
Eating with you
Sharing coffees and teas with you
Sitting at a chai outlet with you
Talking endlessly about the things we love
Talking about our parents
Talking about our siblings
Laughing at our own flaws
Your kisses on my cheeks
the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i always thought
we’d find our way back
were made to burn
- ashley jane
He is fidgeting uncontrollably, breathing slowly but the alarm clocks harps happily.
Indicating 16 minutes of more pain.. In between the chaos in his brain he calculates the time, revaluates his plan and awaits death.
16 minutes ago, he swallowed 17 pills. Each one for each scar on his soul...
Something told him each morning to not to wake up for the past few years but today was the day he finally obliged.
He finally gave up to the monsters under his bed and inside his mind..
12 minutes to go, He sees birds chirping at his window. He wants to get up and fly with them but he is a faller not meant to fly.
8 minutes to go, he sees his family smiling in his pictures from years ago and he su...
hold yourself close
& whisper sweet nothings,
tell yourself your hopes
& dreams, write down
all the things you love about you.
the world is full
of jagged lines and harsh edges,
be the smooth curve of a smile
that you deserve.
your heart embraces the world
like a long-lost friend.
give yourself the same courtesy
that you do a stranger on the street
& your dearest love.
be soft, be patient, be kind,
Mist of Rain and Fog --
The downpour of sky in this silent dead, night
Reverberates in the zephyr with melancholy.
A whiff of nostalgic aroma stuffs my breath
Splash of raindrops stream down
On the glass of window
Leaving their stresses behind
Screaming all night a silent cry.
Wintry chill along with this thunder peal
Synergize my heart's clangorous shrill
I sit and wait here numb in a long night vigil
Watching this deem ray of candle
How it burns and smiles in silence
Still it's last flicker in death.
A mist of rain and fog covers the earth
Making this dreadful night more eerie.
So dull and dark my world
Just like this murky night .
Tears of solitude rains through my...
The sound of silence is the most beautiful thing.
Take comfort, silent Solice,
We’re in the field of energy.
Synergy. United. Synchronicity.
Come into nature with me
Let’s dance to the sound of the tress
Swaying as wind tussles our hair
Let imagination fill the spaces of air
All night long in our bare feet.
We’ll dance until we fall...
A wonderland of creativity.
Y tanto la quise, que al alejarse de mi, había olvidado quién era yo.
Un inmenso vacío.
What is left to say?
I have no words,
You left, I’m here,
Tormented in the in between.
Are you in pain? A better place?
My tears never end. I’m drained.
I can’t make the world be still.
I can’t stop time, tick-tock, blame
I can’t move at all, have no free will
You think you had the right to do this to me?
You precisely planned your suicide
Giving me no time to try & save you
I held your hands everyday.
Loving you wasn’t enough
You knew how much it would kill me.
You knew that this would take away any semblance of the person I used to be. Now a hostage.
I never thought of suicide as selfish
Until I met you; when I understood that you actually held the power,
To take away my ri...
Although I'm a dreamer
And somewhat of
Even I realize
That it is impossible
To get to
The pot of gold
At the end
Of broken rainbows. JD
#BrokenRainbows #AugFalls19 poetry challenge
I miss you,
I’m sorry i wasn’t there when you needed someone somehow I failed you and because of it I can’t feel the same. Today was supposed to be your birthday and we were supposed to spend the day going together. We made each other a promise.i never forgot it I think u did. You were the one person in my life that never wanted anything from me not ever judged me. Your were to me so pure and void of malice and even when I was hurt and withdrawn u came and would seek me out. I never will forget our promise or the words u last said to me.it is because of those words I can never allow anyone to ever hurt me. Thank you I love and miss you every day. I’m so sorry. I went walking the art street an...
Pain and fear are my constant companions. I don't know when it will stop.
Oh, Father, where are you? Don't leave me in the middle of this storm.
Mera Raab b kitna haseen lgta hai,
Asmaan mai Dekho tou buland lagta hai,
Zameen mai Dekho tou har raang lgta hai.
Log khuwabo ko such krne ko jeety hain,
Hum jeeny ko khuwab khety hain❤️
Un momento delicioso como tú es TAN pequeño comparado con la vida entera...
Tu toh apne sare raaz bata.. jo bite hue kal chupe the har ek pal ka raaz bata..
Meri ankhon mein dekh jhoot bolne ki jo kala hai..
Meri hi kasam kha kar mujhe hi marne ki jo taiyari chal rahi thi.. mujhe har ek raaz bata..
Jo teri harkatein wahi teri niyat hai.. har ek niyat ko saaf batane ka raaz bata..
Agar meri soch galat hai aur tera har faisla sahi.. toh tere sahi faisla ka raaz bata..
Meri hi ankhon mein dekh kar mujhe hi bewkuf banane ka raaz bata..
Kher sab raaz bata de.. phir b yakeen na karne ka raaz main kabhi nhi bataunga
Ankhon mein dhul dalna koi unse sikhe..
Dekha hai aksar ankh saaf karne bhi khud aajate hai.. phuk phuk kar..
" And maybe, the scariest is to let somebody take the seat for the reservation you made for yourself. But, it is NOW or NEVER. "
¿Qué es el amor?
Cuando me preguntan, no sé que responder, nunca he podido sentir que es. Amor, una planta tan corta pero que alberga tantos sentimientos, una palabra que se ha vuelto de moda, me da miedo pronunciarla porque creo que su significado se ha perdido, amor es la palabra que me gustaría escuchar, amor es la palabra que nunca nadie me ha dicho. Creo que el amor no es para mi, la única que me ha amado ha sido mi soledad que sin esperar nada de mi siempre me acompaña para escribir y sentir que amo algo.
Te extraño, te extraño más que ayer, no sé porque lo hago, si siempre has sigo igual, creo que extraño lo fácil que eres, ahora tan complicada y vacía, no se donde estás. Quisiera saber que estás bien, pero tus fotos me dicen que no, extraño que fueras como el invierno fría y pasajera, extraño el pasar de los días y que tú simplemente estuvieras, estuvieras ahí con tu mirada de niña tímida y dulce, no se que extraño más de ti, si tú ausencia o tu presencia. Creo que extrañarte es mi mayor problema, porque eres tan complicada que me encanta ponerme retos, amarte, amarte en la oscuridad de tu cuerpo, amarte como aman lo pingüinos para toda la vida. Amarte para no extrañarte, y extrañarte para ...