Once I risked my life
to save yours,
and I couldn't call you
if you wasn't willing
to do the same.
Drop: A short poem
It say things that only you can understand.
It has all you didn't expect it would withstand.
Whilst inside its a mighty ocean.
But we see what comes out, is just...
A drop !
My Perspective of the World
As worthy as other people
being born in greatness,
others dream of ataraxia.
I have been witnessing
many epochs in my lifetime.
I consider the atmosphere
of those epochs
because they had an
aura-like effect in
my mental position in reality.
Witnessing society evolve
removed such epochs
and caused them to appear
but my mental position increased
in power through many years
of a post-traumatic effect.
wasn't a proper word to
define this feeling of
being able to control myself and sympathize others' conflicts
after years of
finding myself in a position
calmness is present through
to not be suicidal.
the rays of the sun slowly drips into the ocean, allowing the currents and the waves to consume all of her and i watch wishing i could disappear with the sun
"They sat together on the couch, watching a movie. His heart was beating fast. When should he tell her? It's never a good time....."
He thought. It's never a good time to have a serious talk and to confront someone.
Someone who has been there since the beginning and if given chance will remain till the end.
Its never a good time to break someones heart , and pull them back into reality. Breaking the safest bubble they are in , just so that all the disappointment and depression hits them on face. But he had to get over with this ,
So he took the remote from her hand , paused the movie for a bit and turned her towards him .
Looked straight into the eye , and finally said her the n...
Cause wrapped in sheets; tangled limbs
I can't help slipping
Into aquamarine eyes
And to fall again with you.
*Broken Promises I Made Myself*
#aquamarine #AprilFalls19 #FiveLinesADay
#FallingAgain (Glenn Lewis) #Apr19WEchallenge #SongTitlePoetry
Through all of the recent deaths.
Through the heart breaks.
Through the let downs.
Through the disappointments.
Through the struggles.
I put some good out in the universe.
I donated 14 inches of my hair.
I feel good knowing I helped someone.
My hair is not my own.
I grow it for others.
What if we simply didn’t meet? If I was dead before you were born? If I was living on the other side of the world?
What if we never existed? So, why do you suffer so much when someone you love goes away? At least, you had your chance. Be grateful for it. You shared a moment, one night or a whole year. It doesn’t matter. You were something at some point of your lives.
But what about all the friends and lovers we never met nor ever meet? For them I suffer.
If I woke up tomorrow and we were all equal
What a good world that would be
Equal rights,equal pay,equal education
Equal healthcare,equal childcare
Equal food distribution
The list is endless
But I wonder how long that world would last
For in that world would there still be people
Whose sense of entitlement makes them think they deserve more
People who think they don't have to work for what they get
People who are deceitful and always find underhand ways to get more
It would be a wonderful world if it lasted
It would be a wonderful dream
They sat together on the couch watching a movie. His heart was beating fast. when should he tell her .its never a good time. He waited for the interval.
She got off the couch " popcorn time".
"Actually there's something I want to tell you".
He took her by the hand ," I really don't like popcorn,can we have M and M's instead ".
Dear Best Friend,
our friendship is like no other, in the cold you are my cover, we create worlds with our art, and live in them when we're apart, you are my cushion when i fall, when i'm in trouble you're my only call, without you in my life i'd be alone, your company always feels like home
I heard that melody
Like hearing the voice
of an old friend
~ Lady Sativa 🍃
Love came to me in all sorts of different ways.
It came in the shape of the winds coming from trees, from a single petal falling off a rose, and from the rays beaming from the sun.
But it also came to me in the form of a dark, tall, and handsome man.
He looked a lot like Superman except disguised with black and red.
His eyes would shine brighter than the light by the lake and his fingers could strum my heart better than any guitar I could get.
Love has come to me in all sorts of different ways
but I never thought it would come looking like him..
Tall and handsome, wearing dark and cloudy days.
-Silence In Echos
I was broken piece by piece into words and cut short into letters,
My story got shattered Left with scattered pages,
Filled with spilled ink, My tale was torn apart.
Scars being printed again My life lost itself in poems.
Para's of pain poking heart, my fate washed away those happy lines.
Adjectives of darkness ruling my world, Verbs and adverbs faded away.
With a pen of hope in my hands I am waiting for a day to rewrite my destiny.
It is okay to not be okay.
You close your eyes,
Focus on breathing.
You feel that bum bump
In your chest?
That is your heart.
You are still alive.
Take it all in,
And let it go with the wind.
Open your eyes.
Turn the page,
Start a new chapter.
This is your fresh start.
A beginning to
an amazing journey.
When somebody cries, it is not a sign of weakness. Being able to confront your emotions, experience the pain and heal from it is a sign of true strength. @PLECCA
at least a thousand
to tell You
that i Love You
but until i could
What do i write? Anything? Okay. Well. Let me begin by explaining, all my "journal" entries and such are addressed to Alex.
Hey. Its been a while, how's everything going with you? I'm sorry i stopped writing. I got busy with life. I'm not suicidal anymore, my depression is still alive and so am I. I'm still not over Justin, although im sure he's forgotten about me now. I'm doing better in school, my grades are the best out of anyone who attends my school, so my gpa is gonna be better this year. I don't skil class anymore. And me and Sky don't talk as much anymore. I don't know what else to write for now. I'll write tomorrow..
Todos somos pequeños,
somos diminutos puntos
en la línea interminable del tiempo.
Todos somos infinitos.
Todos somos tiempo.
Estamos atrapados en la historia,
La estamos escribiendo
dejando nuestra huella
mientras el resto del mundo nos mira.
Seremos capaces de llenar el vacío que otros dejan?
Somos conscientes del mundo
que estamos dejando a nuestros hijos?
Cuidamos nuestro mundo? nuestro planeta?
nuestros recursos naturales son escasos,
nuestra capacidad destructiva excesiva
somos tan insignificantes como una chispa en el espacio
somos estrellas instantáneas sobre un fondo negro
somos un brillo fugaz a los ojos del universo.