There was music....
in the rain falling on
her bare skin
in the puddle where
her feet hit
in the air when
her wet hair spinned
in her mind that was imagining him....
i am a lone leaf blowen away
from the tree
had to loose the shade
that I had up my head...
had no way but to walk ahead
it is my fate
to burn in the Desert sun now
So vulnerable that even the soft breez leaves scars now ......
I miss him most in these weak moments
Even Little insignificant things
reminds me of him
the one who gave me life
the one who now isn't in my life
my shade .
my safe place.
Have a cloud full of sorrow
Can't rain them away
Have a bone too straight
Can't bend down to pick up the pieces
Had to be so...
Can't hold on.
found a place where I belong
but I m all alone...
And the place I want, the people I love
are in different zons...
I am in the middle all torned...
Do I know you..I asked
You should have... replied my heart
Ah... You're the sorrow bringer
The ache I left behind to survive...
You survived and now it's time , time to remember me,
Joy you felt dancing in the rain
Loughing over stupid things
Crying for the silly chicken ball
That you couldn't get.
said my heart...
Can I... It's been too long.the emotions feels like someone else's memories.
My heart smiled, said..your talking to me , after so long. You took the first step..now just walk with me.
So I am walking through the familiar path and step by step
Sorry the camafluge
We don't see it for what it really is..
Hearing the word makes us feel Superior.. that someone is bending to our will.. giving us the power to forgive.
Why do we feel joy in hearing just a word ? What about genuine repentance.
Sorry an easy solution.
When will we give importance to the true feelings , actions not pretty words to soothe our hearts.
A paper I was very fond of
wanted to write my heart on
was to scared to scar it
for my ink could mar it
But others wrote, so much so that it turned from pure white to black ...
And now I try to write and fail Everytime...
For my ink will never show.
Love should be like wine..
The more it ages the finner it becomes..
Not dead flesh that deteriorates with time.
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.