that wanderfull agony
core shattering into Bliss ....
Alas we meet.
leaving it's stench
all around you
But u smell only the fragrance on your skin that you put on...
for your reality GAINSAY it
how can you be at fault?
Feed them through
See them becoming your reality
See them feeding off
of your reality.
Stare at that white wall All you want, but it won't change to the blood red it is in fact.
Maybe you subconscious knows you are in a dragons belly, but you
See illusions of a safe Haven non-existing....
Reality is just insanity now.
Sleepless nights is the time when I have deep thoughts, when those thoughts take written form...
So I was thinking it's not I who am creative , it's my insomnia ..
reading their stories
happy or sad
hope always exists
relating to the pain of words
or experiencing the Loughter they discribe
words can go blood red by hate or love
Every book teaches and I learn
not just what's written
but learn new things
The day she BELIEVED that the STIGMA wasn't hers to bear
The day she knew she was more then enough
The day she faced her FEARS
the day she walked out
and she wins every single time because she knows that there's always Hope for her and everyone.
1. The more I think about it, the more I realize that having a mother like mine is a miracle.
2. When I look in the mirror, I see someone I want to know but can't.
3. I don't think I want to forgive myself.
4. I need more peace in my life.
5. I feel most creative when I m bored 😂😂(or in the washroom 🙈).
6. I feel at peace when I see my mother smiling.
7. I notice that I tend to turn my emotions off completely to escape my feelings. From now on, I’ll try to be more open instead.
8. My favorite memory( I was thinking about it yesterday ) we we're playing cards and my father was cheating ma was rebuking him .he looked sheepish we exchanged looks knowing he liked teasing ma, .
9. I’m f...
Those crimson lips
hides the cut that bleeds
Those coral eyes hides the blankness of life
Those Rosey cheeks hides the drought of love
all because that face
Can't be anything but perfect
AND FAKE IS PERFECT.
The taste of heart changes over time
Sweet to bitter, love to hate.
But the mind has no taste
It only knows and knowledge doesn't change
hold my mind captive
and free my soul
to roam with yours
From the seas to the sun
the winds and even the tornado
we shall ride
or stand still at the edge of a cliff
to see the moon rise..
in light or in darkness
We will see because
we know "US".
#13 WORD STORY
Embedded in dark
truth still had light
In light, lie held darkness inside !!
Has the lonely sky hidden
my star ?
Or its the deed of the
Or its just my star that abandoned me?
Leaving me staring at a moon which is glaring down at me.. Judging me.
Sometimes i think what is wrong with me..
Then i remember
I m a SAGITTARIUS ♐ 😒
my silly thoughs 😂😂
Ants come out of their den with no questions do their jobs that were destined to them. In search of the sugar cube , not thinking that the way is too far or they could get smashed so easily in the way. A wind might blow them...
We humans so like them just do what we were supposed to.
The sugar cube we try to find is just a mirage .
Because we are not as organized as they are.
He was a hero to everyone else but himself..
No one knew the BURDEN he carried ..
Because when the TRANCE was lifted he was standing amongst a pile of bodys ..
The ones he killed for the greater good of his country ..
He won the WAR but the war DEFEATED HIS INNOCENT SOUL.
Truth vs lie:
1. I have never fallen in love
2. I miss him a lot
3. I love coffee
😂😂ok this was fun. Its not that hard. 😜😜
The exterior was exquisite
the inside a rotten deceitfull shell
and the exquisite inside was too expensive for me to even look for let alone behold..
so i took nothing at all...
Because i m used to closing my eyes when the light is too bright.
Getting lost in the abandoned city, I found my treacherous heart, blissfully alive.
কারো তরী চলে আমার অন্তরজলে,
করো খুদা মিটে আমার আর্তনাদে,
আর আমি বেঁচে আছি স্রষ্টার অনুগ্রহে।
INCONGRUITY is sitting in a restaurant eating my piece of cake with my fingers and licking it off of my fingers. 😂
You must feel that every drop of their tears symbolises how much they miss you . You are right they do miss you.
And you must feel that how cruel of me to not to do the same.
You are right i do not miss you.
Because i have never forgotten you.
"the joy in tears"
The diamond and he had similarities.
the hardest heart i had ever seen
he had the power to cut just as deep.
the Coal of hardship clocked him
unhindered he roamed seeking his destiny
the sharp edges around him let no one come to vicinity
he was a siphoner
serviced on others enargy as he had none of his own
just a reflector with no emotions at all
tears only glittered in his eyes but never fell to the ground
he waited forever for that one moment to cry freely
at long last they came in the happiest moments unnoticed
surprising him for he of all people could feel
and every single drop was worth more than a diamond to him.