Do you ever feel sad,
Guilty of doing something wrong,
But you don't really know,
If you actually did something wrong,
To be feeling guilty of.
He is the serenity of the morning sky,
And the purity of dewdrops.
Untainted as the innocence of a child,
And the sole answer to her and her void. -SD
Covered in blanket
Giving hollow warmth.
Mere touch of your lips
Stirred off the shivers
Rushing through my cold spine.
To exist is to be on your own
To detach yourself from all expectations
And attach yourself with compassion.
To exist is to be an individual
Whose peace is ingrained within by themself.
To exist is to fulfill your soul's cravings first,
And set on the path to self righteousness.
Following this, you'll exist to make the world a place
Worth living in.
Sometimes you feel alone,
Not like you can escape,
Cause it'll happen,
No matter what you do,
For it's the foundation,
Beneath a relationship,
Be it of any kind.
I dreamt of red yesterday;
Red sky, cloaked in your blood.
Rich, thick & screamy;
yet poised as your voice,
in infidelity of mine to self,
my heart wept red.
Trapped in own mind, I;
never did you came again.
Pierced through the red visions,
my eyes swollen red in pain.
Oh! All in your name.
Saudade of us in lives,
hidden in very fabric of lies,
our lies intertwined, chaos.
Finally all red, leaving it for rest,
solidified; memories bleed only red .
If I can STOP listening to people who tell me that it's impossible and BELIEVE in myself,I can achieve anything.
I wish that I could wake up with Amnesia
And forget about all the stupid little thing
Cause I'm not fine at all
I wish this is only just a dream
Holding myself closer,
my body and soul twining together.
Between my arms, where my soul rests;
It is a place to call home.
I am back!
I'd like to order a journey for two. And I'd like to share it with you.
To the day we are set free from this craziness and onto a great escape.
Your writing will be there with you in your mind, body and soul.
Tu silueta sigo en la oscuridad, con erráticos manoteos, en busca de tu piel; perdido, cual no vidente en forastero rumbo. Y cuando te encuentro, la luz de tu mirada migra la ceguera de mis ojos a mi mente. La espada de tu apatía en su funda es, más yo la saco y destrozo mi pecho con ella. Impávida te retiras mientras me desangro. Y no es que no te importe, no es por maldad, simplemente no te das cuenta, invidente eres también. Ciega de mi existir, de mi sentir...
Sometimes all I want is a person as my diary, who can understand the secretive me, the broken me without any complaints.
In his smile she saw their beautiful future.
But she failed to identify the pain he was holding inside of him . She failed to see the tears in his eyes and the fears in his mind.
When was the last time you were lost in order to find yourself? Taming this 'monkey mind' isn't so easy after all. From the blissful and ecstatic water ridges to perilous mountain zeniths, our minds seem to prance across vivified and scenic paragons of life-like enchantments. What seems impossible is proved otherwise. Our beautiful minds which are poised to come alive in each and every euphoric moment are one of the best resources bestowed upon us. Not only in imagining things but also creating mobile transcendental thoughts capable of frolicking from the source to various impressive destinations. This 'monkey mind' aids in chaining idiosyncratic talents, what is known to be an Avant garde t...
With the thought matching mine...
It rained I guess tonight...
But in the bargain it did...
Lighten up. .My mood alive