As she quietly vacuumed her sun drenched dining room, her mind began to wonder ..She can still remember the day when he and her had met. How young and naive they were then, and how...
I keep multiple notebooks and write poems and stories wherever I can. I have problems with expressing my feelings verbally because I'm afraid to hurt people so writing is my...
every time you pass me by
hope of some kind of salvation
melting my pessimism, beliefs
through your confession
stuck again, bleeding for you
so you can live...
hard to see
feel any beauty
when they kill gods
abusers of innocence, extincting humanity
innovating to bleed the will dry
stitching plastic dreams to live on
what kind of...
Is it a form of hiding beneath these outer layers by the way of 'labels'? Or is it a way of claiming space? These are just interesting questions to me ..
'Mother, scholar, teacher...
My writings vary in topics as I vary in mood...not meaning I go with the winds... just saying I´m never happy, sad, worried or in the same mood 24 /7....
I interact with people...
I can feel myself suffocating
Losing my breath
Grasping for life
Drifting into the darkness...
There is another side
When I wake it doesn't feel real
It's like I'm...
It began with a push here, a shove there
When only words were your weapon
You let them fly when things became heated
Firing at random, hitting and missing
When times were cool...
Nothing feels better then laying on the silky sheets with you. I love the way your head hits the pillow, the way you blink when you look at me with that look. I could get lost in...
or just forgot the reason
standing here thinking
journey did end, so what's the surprise
echoes of present creating a portal of confusion
wounded stray dog, dreaming of...
I think I get it now - why I can't love the way I want to. I think it's because love requires a certain amount of vulnerability...one that I can't give. I can't see myself being...
invent a thought
so it would make some sense, some joy
to live and die with some excuse
there is no future, no delusion
disconnected from functional plain
making sure every...
now you know
were drifting by all the commotion
your past's present sewing some unwanted dream
changed through the cold and warm winds
realizing all that drifting, witnessing...
quick fix to disconnect with reality
strange unfulfilled satisfaction
realizing it's been a while
deluding on cheap drugs and endless pointless noise
thoughts always silently...
Life is like a canvas I paint my memories onto. Adding layers of colours feel the same way as my life feels for me. Looking at an empty canvas, I see myself starting to use my...
There is a clearing in the midst of a certain forest, where trees stay still about a little cottage that seems to protrude out of the earth itself, a natural grotto of a swelling...
to reunite lost memories
some dark night, some lost rituals
stalk a shadow of the past
getting high and looking at the sky
will it be the same
doubt it, for real...
"The cold started to pierce my jacket. I ran back to the train station, finding myself starting to freeze, i felt the urge to take my jacket off, so I did"
He gave me a sharp...
far end of the tunnel of life
keep walking, keep running
telling yourself, becoming the hope
it's gonna be fine
inventing so many lies
how can i unlearn
back to being blind
out of my mind
why is it hard to accept
what i already know
every finger pointing in the same direction
root of all...
Poisoned by the air that I breath
My mind slips from the comfort of my being
I gaze happily at a nice scenery
Only to realize it's a deco greenery
As my mind clears I began to...
what your after
you were dragging a corpse
witch trying to revive the dead
oh no, it's dead and it's alive
strange fckng look in his eye
The solitude of a autumn evening
Leafing your way through the last light
The shadows long hugging the landscape
Lighting up the undulating terrain along the edges of a mountain...
eclipse of conscious
shadowing the wishful perception
inner death was always there in slumber
in the web of self deception, lies
praise the death, the absurdity
Is love fading from my heart?
I used to cry when things upset me, now I feel anger and annoyance.
I used to text and write during every spare moment, now only when it is...
When eyes burn to see You, mind goes far beyond.
Hurled heart sinks deep, both shores agitated
Anguish salty pain in chest, eyes shed words
Tumultuous waves of big desires roars...
Kindness to self is the willingness to transform any kind of wrongness and make amends; allow peace.
Kindness to self is the willingness to neutralize seeming adversity by sending...
So my "husband" tells me that his friend is moving and so my husband asked me to come help the friends wife pack some stuff. (Keep in mind I have an 8 mo old and a 7 yr old to look...
break away from mortal plain
searching isolation for joy
ppl come and thanks god they go
listening to what everyone's talking about
things, stuff...all the poisons they got...
I always have this problem. Even more so when it comes to meeting girls or even girls that you are Friends with (pretty ones mostly). I know how to express my feelings better as I...
wandering into a forest
white webs in sight
cold, snowy plain of death
saw a creature, scaring me
have nowhere to go
have to spend the night
conversing with a creature...