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...
to say I didn’t hate you,
that would be a lie
to wish I didn’t miss you
to regret that goodbye
from love to pain
from hurt to hate
to learn and gain
a better fate
I feel the sand between my toes. Warm and light.
I Bury one foot then another.
Swishing the sand between each toe.
One long deep breath of salt air fill my lungs.
The smell of humid salt wrapping around me like a security blanket.
The sound of waves playfully kissing the shores edge.
The water pushing back and forth, back and forth.
The seagulls crying, waves crashing, tall sea grass russling around; it's like Natures own sound track.
And I am her audience, sitting in awe of it all.
The moonlight reflects off the sea, the only sorce of light.
The night calm, not a single distraction near.
Stress, anxiety, fear, they all melt off my shoulders like an ice cube in the July...
"No he dejado de pensar en ti, me gustaría decírtelo.
Me gustaría escribirte que me gustaría volver, que te extraño y lo pienso
pero no te busco.
Ni siquiera te escribo
No sé donde estás
Y extraño saberlo
¿Has sonreído hoy?
¿A donde vas?
Me gustaría poder encontrarte, pero no tengo la fuerza.
Y tú tampoco. Entonces nos quedamos esperando en vano.
Y pensando en ello.
Recuerda que pienso en ti, que no lo sabes pero te vivo todos los días, que escribo sobre ti.
Y recuerda que buscar y pensar son dos cosas diferentes.
Y yo te pienso pero no te busco".
Sometimes the loneliness creeps in at night
I'm fine one minute then suddenly not right
I reach for the phone but there's no one to call
The only company is the emptiness in the hall
But I don't even know if I could describe
What is happening to my insides
How could anyone paint this sorrow?
My bones feel heavy but at the same time hollow
And my heart could collapse in my chest
That's if at first it doesn't go into arrest
I have trouble reaching for the comfort I seek
Because I don't want to be known for being weak
I know in myself that I am strong
But everyone needs someone after so long
Right now I can't recall the feel of human touch
I'm thinking three years without it is too much
A Letter To An Old ForgottenLove
Their was once a boy in shabby clothes that swept into my life.
Fumbling and quietly I fell blind into his charms.
His smiles and brown eyes that took me in.
Swiftly,boxing away my fears and tears.
Beautiful unrequited hopes.
Slowly killing the heart that beats. In time my sight was given, but sadly it was too late for the flower girl and the tramp.
I know you have experienced the darkness within you getting lighter. Your future together was starting to look brighter. Your conversations helped you escape and create something you truly believed that was fate. But to date, I know there is nothing more you hate than the fact that you took the bait and discovered it was never love to begin with so late. @PLECCA
A true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that holds you back.
The person who brings you to your own attention so you change your life.
A true soulmate is probably the most important person you will ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.
Some soulmates come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you and then they leave...let them leave...that's the universe telling you they are not the "One."
Not sure I believe in the "One" but I am open to the possibilities...
My heart aches like a broken egg shell
Living underneath my mental hell, caught up in Satan's spell & all I want to do is exhale, to breathe again (sigh) to feel alive again, but when the air is gone...and I feel like I don't belong...all I can do is move along...to not be struck in broken thoughts and self-sabotage. Negativity separates me from my joy, it's always in the distance but never quite close enough to reach. My fingertips just on the brink of happiness as it tiptoes away...the chase of lifetime for us all.
Something strange happened.
I looked into someone’s eyes.
And though I met them
For the very first time,
I felt all the stars align,
And felt I found home, in
Looked them in the eyes,
Like they were mirrors,
And saw the same pain
And suffering, that
I too have survived.
آنکھوں نے بنا ڈالے اک بات پہ دھیرے سے
خشکی کے سمندر میں پانی کے جزیرے سے
Ankhon na bana dalay ik baat py dheray say.
Khushki k samander ma pani k jazeray sa.
- Aching Beauty
Trigger in heart
Making things void
As we are now apart
Now I can feel
Why goodbyes are
Not too mainstreams
Is making me believe
On this love
On the things
Which we do
On the ways
We are onto
This ray of sun
On my face
Is reminding me of you
And your presence
The way they shine
You too provide light
To my every bit
And make me sublime
I am quiet
I am content
I am in love with you
i watched you purify your world
with your lavender and sage,
the way you’d create your own
little secluded sanctuary,
secure in this piece of peace you’d made
you sip your chamomile tea and ask me
how i survive all the chaos
and i want to tell you how i hate it,
but if i am honest,
i don’t really know what to do
when everything is calm
you hold so strongly to your beliefs
but I don’t know how to be sure of anything,
so i cling to doubt and faith alike
you assume that i am stubborn and restless,
but it’s more that
i don’t know how to feel when i am still,
so i am always running away
from anything that demands certainty
i burn bridges because
the miles are dark when you’re alone,
and i need the...
do you remember
those summers down by the lake?
friendships kindled with kept secrets
and the help of fruity drinks, a straw and umbrella
we’d sit for hours under the sun,
watch it slip over the horizon
so the starlight could shine
you’ll often find me lost in thought,
caught up in the nostalgia,
daydreaming of a place
that doesn’t really exists anymore,
of the people we once were
home still tastes like dark rum and apricot
it still sounds like laughter and loud music
but how do you find something
that’s been lost for years?
- ashley jane
I’d Like a Valentine
I’d like a Valentine;
Misshapen and handmade.
Proof of the lover’s time and efforts
Rather than thoughtlessly bought and paid.
I’d like a Valentine.
Cover it in mush!
Write the sweetness of your daydreams;
Silly things that make you blush.
Embarrassed observations, admiration and praise.
Appreciation of little rituals
That make you love our days.
I’d like a Valentine.
Please make it all from you.
All of you is what I love.
All your real. All of the true.
Because in the end it’s not the paper,
But the heart of you, I choose.
I’ll take them both, and hold them close, and never turn them loose.
Someday you will meet someone
who speaks your language
and you don't have to
spend a lifetime
translating your soul.
I want to scream at the world to listen
But at the same time I want to go missin'
They say "you only write about yourself"
That's because all I have is my sense of self
I've never been accepted outside
Everyone made sure I stayed inside
Stepping over the threshold
Only ever landed me in a chokehold
When they all ripped me apart
They made sure to take a piece of my heart
They knocked the breath out of me
When they forced me to my knees
And when I landed flat on my back
They took the opportunity to attack
The wolves then knocked at my door
Just so they could take some more
I'm so sick and tired
Of having to be good and quiet
I just want to let go and scream
I want their world to fall apart at...
Shhh..they are singing now!
Of crimson skies and fire-laden winds.
Of tired eyes and broken spirits.
A song that chokes the throat.
Shhh..they are counting now!
A hundred, a thousand, a million.
Categorizing birds, animals, trees, humans.
Souls that end up becoming statistics.
Shhh..they are angry now!
They post, they tweet, they debate.
Fingers are pointed, until there are no hands left to pray.
A Noise that buries the truth.
Shhh..they are sleeping now!
On a bed that hasn't been turned to ashes,
In a house that isn't burning down,
Under a sky that hasn't been devoured by smoke.
Shhh..let them sleep!
For maybe reality is just a bad dream after all.
I'll never let you down, I'll never left the town.
Am just vander here n there for buying you a crown.
I know, am a troublemaker, just don't think i am a faker.
I pretend, am forgetting you, no, am just silently coming to you.
Am trying to remove your pain, just don't think all goes in vain.
Hey angel, don't feel like reject, you are only one who will accept.