1997 -    
What I can say is that writing all of these poems has given me an opportunity to keep on living, as about two years ago I had been through hell. I wanted to kill myself a couple of times after that rough patch, but instead I focused on writing all I felt, and somehow it helped me cope without having to take anything for my depression, anxiety and Ptsd.
Each year that passes I can see the improvements I made physically and mentally, They might not have been a lot but they made a lot of difference.
What I can say is that writing all of these poems has given me an opportunity to keep on living, as about two years ago I had been through hell. I wanted to kill myself a couple of times after that rough patch, but instead I focused on writing all I felt, and somehow it helped me cope without having to take anything for my depression, anxiety and Ptsd.
Each year that passes I can see the improvements I made physically and mentally, They might not have been a lot but they made a lot of difference.

Oh a kiss
What a bliss
It is something
I ought to miss
Such a mess
I ought to be
Into an abyss
I fall with thee

Monotony is the key,
To my own Insanity.

In a moment of an act,
A cruel memory fogged my sight,
As my acting started to fade
My past emotions started to crawl out,
I started walking and trembling,
My eyes wide open,
I did not always see what was in front of me,
My past came back to reality
and mixed up with the act.
It fucked me up completely,
causing me to not breath
Panic took over,
And tears made their way out,
When they asked what happened,
No words could come out,
I only blutterd out bits of words,
With no meaning to their ears.
As out of fear I couldn't speak a word,
Until I was calmed down with another one's touch.

My imagination,
Is a mishap
Of my own creation.

Due to it,
I tend to lose myself in thoughts,
And forget about reality,

As in dreams,
I can create my happiness,
To escape the cruel reality.

A connection
Between two,
That lifts your soul,
Like a feather,
Flowing upwards slowly,
And as if that feather,
Was blown your way,
To find your lips
Merely touching them,
Leaving you with its soft touch,
Like a sweet gentle caress...
That takes away
All life's weight,
As tears go down your face,
Each one relieving you
From your own pain,
From the guilt
Of your own creation.
Just to be left falling,
Into someone's arms
Hoping for that, to mend your heart.

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wm98afryPf4
#love   #life   #heart   #loneliness   #flow   #feather   #brokensoul  
Tiffany Scicluna
Tiffany Scicluna
Dec 12, 2016

A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead

#life   #death   #loss   #bodies   #lifeless   #army   #soldiers   #lostlives  
Tiffany Scicluna
Tiffany Scicluna
Nov 30, 2016

Sun, Wind, Rain,
Are such a powerful source,
We tend to forget,
To forget,
That these are,
What give us life,

That sun,
that burns our skin,
Yet lights up,
Our day,
The sun without which,
Our eyes won't see,

That fierce wind,
We feel,
On our lips,
That light breeze,
That caresses our cheeks,

That cold showery rain,
Dripping on our skin,
That makes us tremble,
With such cold

The skies that cries along with us,
For a world whose beauty we're taking away.

#feelings   #senses   #life   #sun   #rain   #nature   #lips   #touch   #breeze   #wind  
 
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