Alas I was awoken, maybe mistakingly surprised at the hurt that is joy of societies broken.....
Dreams of whisper and azure dreams, forest thick and creamy still....
we are all broken but soon to be fixed....with love....kindness and forgiving will
At the exact point in time where my story ends,
It begins for another but creates an alternate reality for others.
A make up believe for the inspired exist from history.(CZ)
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Use the words below to create a poem or story and tag your letter "weeklychallenge" when you're done.
Fining the story below and tag your letter "storytime" when you're done.
'She was always serious about her dreams. She would work tirelessly on making them reality. And then, on that very special day, everything changed...'
Of course we should always try to be positive. But there's absolutely nothing wrong with just being done with something sometimes. We're all annoyed sometimes. Or upset.
So this week, write about something that annoys or frustrates you. Tag your letter "annoyance".
In honor of the great Martin Luther King, a man of letters and consequence in both word and deed.
“Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.” - MLK
a little seed,
Let me plant in you a little seed,
In your mind to help you dream.
A vision of you above the seas,
Faster, faster, until you gain maximum speeds.
In your rocket ship flying high,
Your going to reach the end of the sky.
The next step is space,
Time to find an alien race.
A deep sea planet full of ocean spray,
If you look hard you will find a mermaid.
There's another planet you will see,
It's the planet of tall trees.
And on the never ending lawn,
You will see a unicorn.
A beautiful universe is out there ,
Just close your eyes, there's no need to stare.
Let me tuck you in, it's time to take flight.
Make sure your eyes are closed tight.
When you wake up you will be in th...
If u hate me that much
Than Let me go
U say that u love me
But i just dont know
U say my name like its gross
Ur eyes burn holes
U cant touch me
And my hands growing cold
Why did u even let go
I lie awake at night
Racking my brain
Tryn to think of all my past mistakes
That lead up to the moment
Where u started looking at me with rage
Tears seem to slip down my face
Im not one to admit
That i have all these feels
..... Vennie .....
It's feel like I cheated on myself , keep saying myself that he will come back he will know the value of your love , he did many promises don't you believe him? Keep saying to myself that his love for you is forever it just he is not showing you , keep waiting keep believing in love
Even when I lost my self respect , my values my everything to get him still I keep saying to myself you lost yourself to get him after all he is yours..
Everytime I lie to myself
Every promises made by him was fake
Days month years passed.
My love for him is still same
But he choose someone else.
I TOO HAD GLIMPSE OF A FAIRYTALE...
I have read of them in books...poems..quotes...
never thought of being lucky enough to sight it...
though it just brushed across me, it was the most precious and
memorable moments of my existence...
I could have stayed there forever by keeping my eyes close,
but its life.... its reality...and I had to open my eyes... watching those beautiful moments just vanish by...
One little gram is what I weigh,
My creepy hydrolics legs are there to help me slay.
Embeded multiple eyes,
A masterful web to catch flies.
your mum says don't be scared of me!
If that's true why don't I hear your pleas.
The venom in me liquifies,
It take away any chance to be dignified.
One look at me and you will scream,
you will need to leave the scene.
One gram is what I weigh.
What am I, dare you say?
Small doses of poison and melancholy.
She was all I wanted, she did not know, eventually I learned to die in silence and regret with neat elegance, I die without her and there is no corpse smell.
I did not expect to fall, let alone ascend, look at me, a poor unhappy man who ignores his side to omit his weakness, while she built barriers to her anguish, I played with her shadow.
I still doubt, my stubbornness has imposed me melancholy or is saving me from various hells. I am tormented by the paradoxes that remained in his mouth. The last Kiss.
I can't find a simple way to tell you that it is the cure to all my fears ... I'm useless when that's what it's about. These ruins that you se...