viscid streaks of oil paint,
Poured on her neck,
Fabricless her body was the perfect canvas under veil,
Dripping slow merging with her moist skin
She soaked in just enough pigments for another artpiece of Michaelangelo,
A live sculpt of carrera white,
The marble held variants in colours I didn't know names of,
Covering her red underneath,
Her eyes, undeterred
The world is less beautiful without you,
Believe in yourself, cuz you do...
Make a difference♡
The sky is yours,
So open and walk out the door,
And live, love and dance,
Like never before,
The sun shines for you,
The moon watches over you too,
The stars, for you, all the time,
Let them shine, shine, shine,
All the way,
Just for you, and you, and you, and you, and you*****♡
They falter invain
I am bruised
I am aided
By my misery
My soul repressed
I have portioned the part that dies every day
And in this datkness i tire ever so often
I didn't want nor need the heart to be saved
The soul to be blessed
I just searched for the moment when numbness finds me and keeps me for the likeness of eyernity until
Someone drags me by hooks that hurt me
The betrayal that rattles me
And torchess the flesh that makes me
The waking thay wont redeem me
Nor burden me
Not saving me
Just watching me wither slowly, painfully
That tires me so much with promise of eternity
whispering into the
thousands of kilometers deep
where i already know
You will not listen
i still say
i Love You
To the boy who broke down my walls:
You broke my walls and wormed your way in and stayed. Even though you're no longer with me, I am still holding onto you. And dammit, I miss you! I know I shouldn't, but I do... So fricking much it hurts.
Discipline is me doing everything but reaching for my phone to text you because I've seen something funny that I know you'd also appreciate. It's me learning to rely on other people to accompany me to movies, markets and parties because I can no longer depend on you. It's learning to say "no" to you when you ask me to hang out.
Confusion is where my head and heart live. I know it's hypocritical of me to be so hung up on you when I'm so quick to berate my...
You've been haunting my dreams and thoughts. I try to chase your ghost away but I can't bear the thought of letting you go. Maybe one day but until then I will enjoy the sweet torment that you bring me.
Je suis désolé mon amie,
Cependant tuot le Mond c'est là-bas,
Je suis désolé mon ami,
Tout depend dans le respect.
I wrote this to the boy who broke my heart. I've only ever shared this with a handful of people. And though it hurt to write, it was the first of many steps on the road to recovery.
"Hi Neil (not his real name), I'm smart enough to know when to take a hint. I've been meaning to talk to you, to say what's on my mind. And this is it:
Thank you, for leading me on. Truly. That's all I can say. Thank you for taking me back to the place of confusion.
I don't know what happened, and maybe I never will know. But that's okay. I'm accepting that it's okay not to know - it takes a lot for me to say/write this because I hate uncertainty. But it's OK - I've made my peace with that. It'll...
Aint make it any better
Aint come easy
Aint an option
Aint matter no more
Aint reach the brain
Aint this hardest
Aint your choice to make
Chin up lady,
Dear whoever reads this,
Thank you for stumbling across my humble page/fridge/wall (?). I'm quite new to this so please have mercy on me (cue Shawn Mendes).
This past year has been interesting, to say the least. I turned 26, switched jobs, met new people, had my heart broken - not necessarily in that order. And I need a place to vent, so here I am. I have a lot on my mind that needs to be let out, and this is, hopefully, the perfect outlet.
I hope that some of what I write resonates with some of you (whether it be good or bad), I hope it helps some of you make better choices than I did, I hope I make a couple of new friends too, but mostly, I hope this helps me heal.
Thanks for joining me...
My heart chips away more and more as the days pass on.
She feels her soul lose its elasticity with the universe. She’s losing all grip with reality. She’s no longer physically holding up.
She seems to be circling the same area over and over. It’s an abandoned area. No signs of life only past memories. She only feels one person who she can’t see yet that person sees her. No way of neither one of them communicating with one another. A line neither can cross. She walks up to the division between the two worlds. She closes her eyes and places both hands against it. Praying if he so happens to be there, he would place his hands there to. Just maybe she could feel his connection. She stands the...
In between days of whirling worries and shouting words.
In between dull headaches reminding me of my responsibilities, and hacking laughter devoid of heart.
I'm stuck, in between loving and hating the people I've so gently cared for.
In between understanding myself and God.
In between trivial desires and long, lifeless sleep.
I'm stuck and I hate what I'm slowly becoming: apathetic, dismissive, evasive,
I want to heal, but it requires me to get unstuck
To get unstuck would mean to accept failure, to accept flaws, to accept their dumb mistakes
To accept that I am completely and utterly terrified of making a decision.
A decision to move on.
A decision that will eventu...
It was, and she was
Certainly aware that
In the forking paths
Laid before her
A chance hid
In the secret forest.
Are you ready?
Are you ready to join in the Skylark challenge 200
Are you ready to show your talent and creativity
Lady Skylark will be posting the challenge tomorrow
And I'm looking forward to it
Whether its your first attempt, whether you're not sure
Give it a try,it may be the start of something new for you
Everyone here at Letters are so supportive
Your creativity will know no bounds
Staff and Drew are amazing,they will really encourage you
Lady Skylark has some prizes ,although I don't know what they are( Lady Skylark knows how to keep us in suspense)😯😯😯
To me its not about the winning( although that would be nice😁)
Its the inspiration it provides me and having the opportunity to write.
Judging your friends whether they are true or not , ask yourself one question .... 'Am I a true friend of them or not ?'
#stop changing the world by your rules , change yourself by world'rules because it's dark & it's nasty but have to accept it , noone is pure as each of us have a demon inside growing every time when something bad or corrupt or wrong happen with us .... But that doesn't mean you lose hope of being good
#change ourselves #revolution of ourselves
#save the humanity
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly, cos you tread on my dreams
Your little eyes, so bright
Your little hands
That hold mine, so tight
Your little lips,
A perfect bow
The funny faces you make
Let me know
I just love you so.
My precious baby...
Child of my child.
Debbie O Bottled Up Feelings
Nos busques amores de películas que no los vas a hallar, ni aunque tengas Netflix.
No necesitas esos amores que venden hoy en día, quienes en una fotografía buscan reflejar cosas que por dentro ni se sientan.
Busquen ese amor que haga vibrar el alma por dentro, ese que responda al mismo son de cada uno de nuestros latidos.
Amar bonito y con propósito es lo que ahora hace falta.