Every single day I Fight myself to never become the Person I use to be,
And it's getting very exhausting.
We are made of thoughts, emotions, and actions, which allows us to live in the moment of randomness, we are afraid of time passing, the wrinkles that slowly color our skin, we are afraid of the thought differences, of what is different from us, than what we do not understand.
And even love, because sometimes we can not understand it.
We believe we give affection to a person, rather it is seen as love, we believe we give love to a person and considers itself a mistake there.
Among the various differences there is one that we share, we have given away the time of our lives, we twisted together, as in a frame, we have created carpets that were saving us, and covered in times of need.
I REALLY hope she's worth it, and as much as I hurt, I pray she loves you!
I may at times allow things that I shouldn't or even excuse people for things that never should've been said or done and often without even an apology, but that doesn't mean I don't notice or that I haven't got a clue about any of it! Nor does it mean I lack intelligence...now as for being idiotic, ok, on the level of "unable to guard against common dangers" I give you that! Well not that I'm unable to, more so I choose not to since I tend to believe everyone is inherently good and has intentions, if not the same as mine then at least similar, and that even good people make mistakes and deserve a chance to be th...
There is a bitter taste in my mouth
The one I have after biting my words off.
The one I taste after putting away my emotions. I'm in pain. Just not visible on my face.
I hear a constant screeching of wheels stuck in mudroad. Trying to get escape the never ending ever sinking feeling. The feeling of pain undescribable.
My nose is a house of pungent smell. Of slow rotting of life. Of eventual death. Of a callous murder done by me. Of me. I'm in pain. The mute pain.
In broad daylight when the sun shines bright. My eyes, hurt. They are used to perpetual darkness of closed dusty rooms. Of cobwebs and 3 day old coffee. My eyes is accustomed to a mess and loneliness. The kind that I can nev...
"I like that you're a mess, because it makes me feel that you're real"
I like that, hearing it said, I liked it...
Ever grown tired of making believe stuff that you know will never be real, but you feel the need to keep it around, just because it makes you happy?
Have you ever questioned if the fantasies you keep having are bound to be real, that's why it hurts and heals as of they were true?
... but it hurts, right now it hurts because when I'm a mess, it feels like people get tired so easily, as if they kept me around because they have someone to make them feel like they mean something more, and if they have reached that level of worth, I become nothing but a paper weight to th...
Do you have the feeling of being choked, not being able to gulp down, the breathlessness..?
Do you sometimes feel heavy in the chest where you feel like there's this huge weight crushing and pounding your heart?
Do you think all this pounding and crushing is infact chaffing and bruising your heart(metaphorically)?
Making it bleed?
Making it impossible to fix or mend or heal..
Everytime you care, it gets a little more ruptured, a little more brittle.
Thinking about all this hurt and pain, I slid down into the memory lane into the dark room I hadn't visited ever.
I go back to the time where I cut myself and watch it bleed. How my skin separated as a pressed the razor ...
It is happening again
This spiralling down
Into bottomless crevice
Moping and brooding.
You choose her
Even a million times
I can take that.
I have learnt
No one is in a competition
Of mind over matter !
What i can not fathom
is the lies,
and all the negativity.
I am supposed to be
Your pillar and you mine,
I am your mirror and so is you,
I will be yours and you mine.
Whilst you battled demons
and bore down frustration,
Did i read a deeper meaning
From nothing ?
I wish time could fly
And we could see the
end of this !
There was one time
i wished slow,
to stop i...
Why by Mr. Black
Why is the world so corrupted?
Why are we killing each other to meet an agenda?
Why do we bully one another into a 6 foot hole in the ground?
Why is there people struggling to live when others have luxury?
Why do speak poison from our tongue and cause hurt?
Why are we selfish when others need help?
Why do some of us have long lives and others have short ones?
Why do some people have the same opportunities others do?
Why are there so many tears when there should be laughter in this world?
Why does it feel like glass shards are in my head from trying to comprehend the amount of evil and corruption in this world?
The doors are closed
Behind each, people
Beating hearts that sing
Merrier are we in company
The world out there, cold
Cruel in steel and wind
Warmth is better shared
But not I
I who have chosen
This path walked alone
I, the lonely in solitude
Have chosen to face
The monster in the darkness
The one they call
He who has no face
He who leaps from
A gaping abyss
Threatening to bring
Others down with it
But not I
Who stands at the edge
I will say boldly
I am never lonely
For I can stand alone
Maybe I'm a terrible writer
I always put sadness and happiness
Next to each other
I am not able to write an ending
Without them both mixed together
And even if I would like to try
To give the best happy ending ever
I just couldn't ignore the fact
That there is always some sorrow
I try my best I swear
So don't blame me
The truth is simply made of
Both of these things and not one of them
There can't be only a happy
Or only a sad story made
It's just what you call me
~Your dear Life
Escrevo pra aliviar a dor que é não mais me encontrar.
Escrevo pra dizer que mesmo com esses três ou quatro meses, ainda penso em você.
Me aconselharam a sair, dançar mais, tentar me encontrar.
E eu, sempre determinada, vesti-me de otimismo e motivação, pois naquele dia, eu daria um alívio para o meu coração.
Mas em cada esquina, eu sou lembrada do quanto eu (ainda) sinto a sua falta...
Habitaba en el aposento de sus ansias, anegado de anhelos y sueños plenos cuál coloridos globos. Intangibles que le hacían feliz y desdichado a un tiempo. En brazos de morfeo sus manos fuerte lazo al caminar eran, en la maldita realidad era el vano intento de asir del viento un puñado. Y se retorcía su alma de impotencia por su amor no correspondido, no comprendía el porqué su mayor tesoro no deseaba recibir, si tan solo conociese su valía - se decía a sí mismo -. Sentado a la vera de un río profundo, el reflejo de su patético rostro observaba, al tiempo que llamas de un fuego abrasador le carbonizaban el pecho. Y ahí se quedó, sin saltar al alivio que el agua prometía... Se diría que era fel...
How are you?
Today is day 14 or 15 of quarantine. I did some school work in the first week but since then all I've done in eat and sleep.
I've gain 1,2kg since march 7th. Not bad but not good,
I don't have the mental strength to exercise.
I start online school next week, meaning I have to get up early again and I have to see other people....
I'm sorry if I'm not making a lot of sense... My mind is... Lost. I'm Lost.
How as been your quarantine or How as this Pandemic affected you?
The packed streets
The honks replaced
By quails and crows.
It is not a vacation
To hop in a car
And rush to the sun
Rather, a time
Our house and the simple things around
To suck in the beauty
To dwell and reflect.
To observe people
The ones who have always been there.
When a holiday
Makes us tired
of doing nothing
We wake up anew.
In search of reality
purpose and priority
Of we go
Toward a new horizon.
اسیر پنجۂ عہد شباب کر کے مجھے۔
کہاں گیا مرا بچپن خراب کر کے مجھے۔
After Making me slave of age.
Where does my childhood went.
My heart - How many times I’ve had myself broken?
My brain - I’ve lost the count.
- Amar Tanveer
I really am sorry for what we've become!! I swear I didn't want things to be this way. It hurts more than you will ever know, with you I never thought I'd feel alone.... You were my comfort zone!!! As long as you loved me that was the only STABILITY I NEEDED. Now I feel like you can't stand me. Please don't pity me. It hurts worse thinking you just feel sorry for me me. I don't need to hear you say you love me!!! I need you to hold me while out hearts speak!!! Sometimes I'm to much for even me! I EXPECT things Super man can't even reach!!! Please just love me like the Thomas I pray will still marry me ❤️
I gaze upon the dark horizon
The promise of a storm
Hurling grey clouds
Furiously beating wind
Downpour awaited anytime
It suited my current temperament
As the first drops
started to fall,
I cried alongside.
Cried for everything
I have no control of
Cried for what i fear
Cried for any wrong-doing
Cried out of pity
A beggar of love
Of a normal life
To my transit of guilt
From hailed selfless
To being blamed selfish
Where have i gone wrong?
How could this be happening?
Is it a crime trusting
Giving up yourself for love
And wanting some more
Thinking of something
of it being taken away?
Why have i been destined
I hate to be here...
I feel scared when i realise that i have to spent rest of my life here...
Only death is the escape from here...
Oh god only thing which i can ask u to give me is ..
STRENGTH to handle every situation..
Even though i hope to get help which is not possible....
What should I tell you?
I hope you read this? This letter
That I have written with faith
Without humor, but full of doubt.
Should I expect that you will read this?
Or will you throw it away,
Or put on top of the chair,
There forgotten, ignored?
What I should I write here?
That I love you? I’m not sure yet.
That I miss you? Maybe.
That I hope I fall for you?
I’m already halfway there.
But I’m trying so hard
Not to fall all the way.
What should I expect from you?
Flowers? Love letters?
Or your earnest words
Telling me not to write anymore?
Or maybe write you more?
How should I react?
Sometimes, I’m afraid I would
Care too much. You, too little.
What should I imagine...