No matter where we are wherever we are always tied down to some kind of greater institution a sort of system that we must abide by there are always some sort of restrictions in some way or the other we are always tied to too many things and we have nothing but to follow irrespective of our wills
It requires tremendous courage to breakfree and really attain true freedom and maybe it takes more than just courage to be able to have such kind of freedom
How do i free myself from the burden of people and their emotions without hurting them just because i want to be kind to myself and learn to give myself more importance and prevent myself from hurting me in unnecessary ways because of others who s...
And I'll take back what's Mine!
And I'll take them with me and guard them with all my strength, because all this thing make me who I am and I will not allow you to Change my identity!!!
My heart beats faster,
Thinking how far I have come,
How I have changed, for good,
But still how much I have left,
To cover, to make myself
A better version of myself.
This is just a thought,
Not a poem, not a piece of writing,
Just some words that needed a paper.
The internet has opened up the world in many ways, information is available at the click of a button, social media connects us with people on a global scale, it also removes our need to belong to a "place" if we so wish.
Working online free's us to travel whilst still earning a living. I myself have worked on beaches, mountain tops, remote villages and big cities around the world. I am usually found typing away in cafes, restaurants, hotels and poolside. I still have tonwork as many hours per week as anyone else, but when I do get a break, boy what a view!!!
So I will be sharing some of my adventures with you here on lettrs, having had a look around...you seem like a very interesting bunch....
I am not Lost, if I don't follow
The rules made by you,
That try to kill my dreams.
My freedom is not something
I wish you could give me.
It is something I already have,
You have a problem with it,
Then deal with it.
It's funny how I wrote about trust.
When it's lost it wont be like it was.
You'll have to buy a new one
Or you must forget all alone
But you showed me different ways
When I'm down because of the lies
You gave me your hair tie
When I couldn't find my way
Even when someone took it once
You bought more than one
And gave me even more
You said if I'll ever needed one
When I was vulnerable
You told me to let you know
To remind me that I can say no
And that I'm strong
Every moment feels right
Every smile feels real
Your embrace is comfort
And your laugh is light
Your views in words
It can hurt but also heal
Your hands in action
It can caress but also ignite
I can say all the if's
But I will always know
You're closer to my heart
Than I've ever imagine
Images of what if's
Slowly crawl to my brain
But I'll have to learn
It all must stay in my heart
* Sin * Ravenous
* Lure * Kaleidoscopic
All of Me : A Poetry
They say I shine so bright
Why do I shed that light?
May be coz I'm so pure
Nothing's dark, I'm all white
White isn't my skin
But it is my soul
For I don't breathe fire
Still I ain't so cold
I see green even in red
Coz my wisdom seeks yellow
My eyes are hypnotic
And my nature is mellow
Purple is my wound
It hurts so much
When everyone ignores it
And treat me as such
I'm so RAVENOUS
I've haven't eaten for a while
As they served only hatred
And Love is all I liked
May they see my true colour
Coz I am what they seek
I will give them all they want
Not because I'm so ...
The day she turned into a Peacock
She shook up all her feathers
And from the down that dared not speak
emerged amazing colors
When she turned into a peacock
She stretched her neck and grew
Saw things in a new perspective
from her lengthy royal blue
When she turned into a peacock
on her head emerged a crown
Only matched in vibrant beauty
by the long drag of her gown
The day she turned into a peacock
She leaped into the sky
Realizing her full potential
as she spread her wings to fly
When she turned into a peacock
She was no longer afraid
And as she sat down
on her tree-top-throne
was mistress of her fate.
The World Ain't Finna See The "Beauty" In You The Way I Do
They Stuck On The Outside You
You Know When The Make Up On
But Who Still Around When Her Tears & Broken Heart Sings Those Songs
Now I Aint Saying I'm The Best For You
Probably Jawns Out Here That Can Offer What I Can Times Two
But I'm Real Though Noticed You When The Masked Came Off
Now I'm Just Trying Finish This Story Hoping You Can Add Where I Left Off
So Tell Me What's Next?....
Writing is my escape. When there are unlimited words to read, my own thoughts are often difficult to find.
Essentially, writing separates my mind from my own reality and creates a path that takes to a journey to the person that will read it.
I am not crazy,
I just can't let my heart settle in a cage.
I was born wild and sometimes I need to write to let my chaos go away.
That is the essence of my inner freedom.
The light of the words that I choose cause the flames in yours.
And I was always willing to burn for everything that I ever loved.
Forgetting about what is polite or proper to explore into what is sincere and honest.
Let me lead you through the labyrinth of my true words.
I sit here in a Square Box.
Just doing anything possible to keep my eyes closed.. just for a glimpse..
Hurry up ! Time is running out, break is almost over !
Then ! There she is. The woman literally from my dreams. But something is different then before.
She is closer than ever! She is no longer a thought or a want or wish. She is walking towards me, with every step another piece of clothing falls off her magical soft skin.
She approaches me and leans in for a kiss. We break the ice. She leans in further and whispers in my ear...........
“I’ve waited my whole life for you.... are you gonna make me wait any longer?.....”
What the hell do you think I told her !
The box : A Dark poetry
The box, you know !
Sink yourself in it,
To be taken over,
by the darkness
To take over
By the brilliance
It won't kill you for sure
It might make you
Kill Everyone you loved.
Now here is the deal...
"A" : Get out of the box
And see the world
In its terrifying misery.
And dissolve in its power.
"B" : Think out of the box
Go out in the open
Finding the treasury
And be the power !
It has been a while since we last spoke. I know, I should be more consistent calling you.
But I don’t know what else to do. I need you, she needs you, he needs you!
She needs the strength to stay up! He needs your healing touch to come out of this situation stronger then ever
I don’t want anything ! I know what I must do and what I can do for the both of them. Just focus on what they need and do ur best to make it happen please !
GOD! Don’t make me beg, help her father! It is not his time to go by any timeline !
A destiempo no se puede vivir
No le temo al futuro incierto ni a las cicatrices que me trae de regalo, le temo al destiempo del presente, ya que a la caducidad del día es un recuerdo nuevo y los recuerdos son buenos y a veces malos, no se puede abrazar la sombra que dejan a la luz del destiempo; Cuando no estás conmigo esos recuerdos me hacen extrañarte y desearte incesantemente ( como si mi corazón tomase la forma del agua y mi hombría el iceberg del Atlántico, se paralizan las corrientes cálidas y toda la tierra anida miseria) y cuando te tengo y caduca nuevamente el día, otra vez se vuelve a formar otro recuerdo a destiempo y así no se puede vivir...
Ancient Nahuatl Blessing
“I release my parents from the feeling that they have already failed me.
I release my children from the need to bring pride to me; that they may write their own ways according to their hearts, that whispers all the time in their ears.
I release my partner from the obligation to complete myself.
I do not lack anything, I learn with all beings all the time.
I thank my grandparents and forefathers who have gathered so that I can breathe life today.
I release them from past failures and unfulfilled desires, aware that they have done their best to resolve their situations within the consciousness they had at that moment.
I honor you, I love you and I recognize you ...
I drank your darkness
like a thirsty soul,
looking for love in all the wrong places.
I mistook your varied shades of grey
for beautiful colours
and I painted them proudly on my banner of hope,
only to realise that I wasn’t part of the parade,
accompanied by a marching band,
As my hunger for you lessened,
I found myself belonging to a different kind of procession,
a funeral procession
‘When you let the darkness in,
you end up becoming dark too.’
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