Fingertip to fingertip
Skin against skin
We hold hands on paper.
Thoughts to words
Caress the heart.
In love letters
We are together.
Captured and enslaved
We are by what we write
We live and die
With & without each other.
Dreams now shattered
Futures left behind
We only exist
In our love letters.
Tears hesitated to
trickle down my face
upon remembering how much I’ve loved you.
Fighting the confusion
between joy and sorrow
my heart, warm yet cold
struggled to stay alive.
Soul in exile, a battle won and war lost,
I beget freedom.
There is true freedom
in knowing I have
no love left to give you.
Don't let your worries fade away your smile. There's a ray of hope even in the darkest moments of life. Keep smiling.
The new Melody (Angela)
Never ignore a person who loves you and cares about you, because maybe the day will come when you realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
Even
In the deep chill
Of winter
It's always summer
In her soul
Where beauty
Like wild flowers grows
Abundantly
In the warm rays
Of her love. JD
*Wild Flowers*
#SummerInHerSoul #JuneFalls #PoetryChallenge
When your new relationship affects you with the same old poison, it is difficult to find a new anti-venom. This is why old thought patterns and behaviors tend to repeat themselves if you are not fully self-aware of your emotions. @PLECCA
The Spring sun rises,
Morning mist settles,
As birds sing their song,
My eyes behold what is hidden,
Change of the season,
So subtle and pure,
Summer sneaks in,
Drinking in the bright blooms,
My soul stretches forth,
Peace and light in abundance,
Soaking in the essence of life,
From sprouting seeds,
Blooming flowers,
Fledgling birds,
Young rabbits foraging,
Green trees swaying,
All silent songs of life,
Greeting the Summer presence
Each season is filled with change,
Crystallizing an endless rhythm,
Of the ever changing seasons,
A dance I'm willing to embrace
In order to find my pathway,
My destination unknown,
But my long journey is set,
Filled with life experiences,
Into the brief Sum...
The Chair.
The atramentous Atlantic divides Europe from America
(the blurry dripping liquid)
Borders divide countries
(stray flowers and sharp weed)
Fences divide fields
(the low hush of wheat fluttering in the wind)
This chair divides me from you.
(The polished wood, the hard metal)
And now you sit one seat away from where you used to sit
too polite to draw away further
too uneasy to come nearer.
That chair-
deep as the Atlantic
sharp as barbed wire.
Why I write...
We all live different lives and play different characters to please everyone And after all the pretending to be someone els the only time I meet myself is when I write. Inc of my pen soak my memories and my pain, my only friend who never judge no matter what I say.
Please, Don't Give Up.
I don't really know how to express some things, but, this is something, if not expressed, I will regret.
Life is hard. I'm not denying that. But I really want you to realise the value of your life.
I don't know you. I don't know your situations or what's going through your mind. But, I've been where you are.
You're in that dark place. You feel like you can't get out. I know. I've been there before. Sometimes I still fall back in there.
But, you can't stop trying to get out of there. You'll slip a few times. You'll struggles. It'll take you more than a few times to get out.
I've lost a few people who were the closest to my heart. I admit, some of them were not pr...
I could never love to the moon and back.
This implies that the love ends once it returns; the moon is relatively close.
I love to the edges of the ever-expanding universe. I give love that I know will always remain with whom it's given to and I will never take back.
I love to extremes.
I love forever.
I don't love enough.
There are a handful of people who I love; a child's hand.
But this variety of love isn't for everyone.
Love isn't easy. Eternal love is even harder.
As one who doesn't often open up to people, it is particularly difficult for me to love.
But I've been saved from the world and from myself. Those who have given me chances that I may not have discovered alone are forever ...
In the midst of nowhere
I didn't know I was lost
And I can't remember the last time since I've felt alive.
Aeons ago..
Time warps around you
Like a black hole
And I’m the light you bend
willingly
You
Light years away
But somehow your light still finds me
In my darkest days
There might be days
when we speak less
There might be days
When we will not laugh the same
There might be days
When silence seems better
There might be days
When we will fight and argue
There might be days
When I'll write letters for you instead of sharing with you
There might be days
Which You will still be admired ♥
Its just..
No matter how difficult the journey would be...
I promise that i wil always be there to hold on you forever & ever.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Well, I actually thought about giving up on writing and all that stuff but idk why but something gave me the passion to write again. Must be the whisky, my friends or heck, even passion but who knows....
Dear B,
It's funny, you know? These letters that I've been writing, they contain our memories. They contain us, our times. The good ones and the bad. From our first date to those cute little things you do to the times when I first realized that I'm beginning to lose you to our drowsy dance, I've got it all covered. Or so I think. So it's only natural for me to go back to them if things get hard or even when I'm elated. They console me in times of despair and tickle me when I need a laugh. I go and read them once in a while. They make me feel sad and good at the same time.
I bet you would have also found it equally crazy.
-B
There are no accidents, there are no coincidences; there is only truth. And your truth is being revealed to you through synchronistic rendezvous with people and circumstances that are vibrating similar frequencies as you, so that you become aware of what you are transmitting into the universe for the purpose of experiencing, learning and then finally fine tuning your vibration to enhance your physical experience.
Everyone that comes into your life is your teacher and vice versa. Our connection with others and what we experience is a reflection of ourselves.
