The words "i love you" are priceless, unpredictable like rolling dices/ here we are taking chances, making sacrifices / suffices and keeping one another in sight, our hands of cards dealt is right to play for any fight, in hope of getting that much needed balance that is tight...
and howls through the crack in the doors, as if it were trying to rip them off their hinges. I step outside into the frigid afternoon air and and take a deep breath, trying to bring some fresh air into my lungs. Despite the violent winds, the sun hangs full and bright in the sky...
i'd rather be alone than lonely in company.
People thinks i'm friendly.
And i am funny,interesting.
But i'm not the person as they think.
Everytime someone say ''you're nice..''
This makes me almost crying....
My heart ache.
I don't even know what's there if i could close...
for you. I promise you're gonna miss me being there, putting up on you, refusing to give up on you. You're gonna regret everything that you've done to me including all the damage you've caused. And someday you'll turn back and i wont be waiting for you any longer. I might have...
that I was the type of person who lived their life a little too fast and a little too loose. All my friends were the same way. We loved too quickly and fought too much. In high school, we were the kids hiding beneath the bleachers who drove fast cars, smoked cigarettes, and wore...
post, but, for my sanity's sake, I need to let this out.
For the past few days, the what-ifs have been haunting me. I cannot afford to experience another monumental (I am exaggerating here, but that is how it feels like, at least for me) failure.
"When people say it's not...
my fellows , and people who relate to me
it was 5 years of joy , pleasure , and sadness
it was me ,my thoughts and your reactions
because my memories ll never die while this mountain of experiences is falling down
i want to remain a spirit in every corner
im sure you ll...
It has been a long journey dealing with the passing of my Mom. This,Thanksgiving is the anniversary of living my life minus a Mother.The seasons of life and how they are played out. The time is like yesterday no matter how long any loss is. When I first started out this journey...
Reflecting on the day,
In my usual way
I stare into the distance
While others do their best
To pass me or keep pace.
The desert span is clean
Along the mountain’s base
There is no resistance,
From the sun in this place,
It’s a familiar scene.
A butterfly sees the beauty of the world,
sees the ocean,sees the mountains,
sees changes,the nature n more beyond walls.
She hears of a sweet melody,
happy or sad,
music from ppl's hearts,
music when the city dream n dance.
She feels the peace,the courage when ppl...
when he’s gone,
I can still feel his arms
snake around my waist
as mine find his neck to
wrap around. He pulls
me closer & squeezes.
I can feel the ghost of his
lips on mine, making it impossible
to forget the kiss. I can
still feel him here with me.
His jacket, so much
aligned at the downward slope
Shake a little ,wake up better
It is a message of heaven in letters
Thunderstorm was severe
Glad,What could happen in a year?
It wasn't just loss of mind but of soul
Question of existence in mind on roll!
Thinking about life mere like playing fife...
I'm not sure if it's because fall is at our door step, or something else, but the air has an odd fervor to it today. Autumn is a time for letting go; a time for dying and giving up, but that's not what's happening. Though the air is light and crisp, the eyes around me are heavy...
and dirt. The day's toils had left its pungent mark on him, but she didn't seem to mind somehow as she lay her divine face against his chest, her eyes looking into his. He felt something stir in him, something climbing up from depths he never knew he had. He kissed her forehead...
so was the fog surrounding his frail body
he was so deep in slumber that he couldnt notice the hundred shadows passing him
his body was frost cold and the city was black
he layed iour cat is soundly asleep and nothing can distract his eternal peace n a floor of footsteps ,and...
watching the halo of ice around the moon and wondering what I’m doing here. Like almost every human being on the planet at one time or another, I question what it means to stand here upon this blue marble spinning through the endless black of space. In the time it takes for...
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face of god is not gone
in the flowers smiles
aqua black drop sky
pure transcendent sun
ascends to astonish
the angels in heaven
who keep the light
of their loved ones
enshrined in angelic voices
one is so rich and full
so many inner worlds
outer world is joy...
why I write without seeking publication or acknowledgement from the people around me. Why it's not a "hobby". Hobbies are things people do that make them happy, or to fill the spare time we have. Writing doesn't make me happy. It's like using a rib spreader on myself every time...
let people in easily
it's self defence
'cos i've been got hurt a lot and i don't want to repeat the same thing.
It ripped my heart out...all black
Too much for me
No tragedy anymore
If same thing happen to me again,i seriously can't get over it
I can say i understand...
I flew above the clouds with endless blue stretched out before me. I watched as the home I once knew faded beneath the wings of the plane to a grid of green. The terrain, cut into uneven portions by grey asphalt tracks dwindled into nothing as we climbed higher still. Tens of...
sleep under the garden you wanted
No one but us knows they rest there
You called me to say you have Cancer
I dont understand how I feel now
You say "we talked about this"
You say "Stephen..." and you look embarrassed and amused, like you have a secret.
You managed to push me...
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Held against my chest
The gun is yours
The bullets are providedDeadly at their touch
This is my everything
My trust in you
You possess the knowledgeYou know every fear
Don't pull the trigger
I beg of you
Don't lose your coolStay close to me
Hold on, don't hesitate
before the dawn
To let out the barking dog
Why does she always have to pee?
My head’s still in a fog!
Though I enjoy their company
It does become a test
This kind-hearted owner
Requires his beauty rest.
And though I see the lesson
This pet is teaching me
Why does she...
My heart doesn't know; it wanders, it strays, it leaves and it stays, and so has it been for all of its days, but the Earth opens up to your delicate touch, the nightingale croons her crestfallen tune. The autumn swallows you up in its embrace. I looked, I almost.. then...
gently kisses my lips
the taste of sunshine in my mouth
bright vibrant colors shine from the heaven
a spectrum out of skys
our eyes glow with wonder
as hands touch my thighs
Love comes with power
beating hearts entwine
an out of body experience
when we kiss the sky...
Where to and away from what. When you’ve had enough of all that fuss, everybody everybody come on n ride the bus with us. You gotta get this the chill pill crush brownstone remix it turns to dust. This kinda funk shake me up n roll me out bumpin in your trunk. Old school soul...
in life , and within myself
i was an angel and day by day they fed on my soul
they made me wish to die
and they made me cry
black tears , and empty cries nobody heard of
they saw me crying ,but they said im okay
i ll be okay
and he who i called for the rescue never...
gold leaves shiver
through cracks of time
rays of sun flicker
through the crying sky
in my ballroom dress
clouds above leaps through the sky
gold leaves dangle blow in the wind
why must we be jealous
think more deeply
There is someone a lot like me,
And I’ve known him for a while,
He goes to Costco every week,
You can see him in the aisle.
And Sam’s Club, too, is what I hear;
‘Cause he shops in his usual way.
But more importantly than that:
This means it’s movie day!
i wouldnt feel anything
id be free like a wind and still get fed
id scratch the ones who touch me and make furious sounds
look at the sun with proud eyes
and move in the dark with no fears
i wish i were a cat !
just a sun peak volcano in the distant sky, as if seeing a "great force of endless energies" a deeper awakening
beyond, the hearts of humanity through an energetic oneness with unity.
as being a full moon gateway to other dimensions. Level of awakening the hearts of...
i first heard of trolls quite some time ago and i still dont get it. all new people eventually ask what trolls are and its always some vague answer. ive never been privy to the people that seem to know about them. ive never seen one that i know of. i am a bit insecure like...
``the picture of Dorian gray`` ,dedicated to one of my best friends who reminds me of him
"lord henry is like a devil
only noticing and leaving satire comments
also talking on people s back
always having evil plans to ruin someone and enjoy a laugh after
he would look for...
I have a heart that sometimes cries,
i wonder if someone can hear,
i can feel it again,this sadness,
i know i feel it..
I can wait for some words,
one tight hug,
letting me by ur side to sleep,
my tears to kiss,
but im on my own
in the night,
in the day,
repair our sink
And so we waited, but he never showed
The faucet dripped faster making me think
“Should we call a plumber?” But then it slowed.
I sent him a text making it witty;
We never heard back. Perhaps he was out,
Forgot his phone, or in a committee;
When angels hold your hands You just can't hit the ground They'll take you high and high And never let you down when angels hold ur hands u know ur not alone but u have someone that shows care, they love u without asking something and they never leave by ur side u call...
this is the case
I am present
but feel they’re not
In a fluorescent room
brightly lit we sit
the air a vacuum
something doesn’t fit.
Moving like a snail
time has lost its pace
turning in my seat
just send an email
no need to meet...
Welcome to my autumnal garden of paradise delightsAt times it can be dark, beauty smoldering joy, amidst riotous flowering moody colors.Soon bright serenity and pristine comfort.Be willing to dirty your hands freeing your mind !Feel the grass wet on bare feet, cool mist pollinate...
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Take the door to the right
She looked and there were 5
She didn't know where to go so she cried..
She just sat and cried..
Advise me where to put this punctuation..
Eyes closed,deep wounds that noone feels,
bleeding since birth,
she lives for everyone n noone.
She sleeps in the cemetery,by her angel which is one with her,
-her suffering feels.
She remembers what she has built but shes
always bound to him.
Her soul was connected...
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My family was fairly large growing up, so renting was always difficult. We were more like a band of gypsies, so to speak. There was my mom , her...
that it always pulls you back eventually.
People move away. They start families, have adventures, study or just run, but always, always end up returning, dusty and battle scarred and directionless. This town welcomes them back every time and isn't keen on letting them go.