World, how can you be so insane?
Teaching us how to love,
Explaining step by step
How not to get obsessed,
How to stay within the standards,
And keep relationships healthy,
If love was an iron
On sale, that comes with the instruction:
“Use it without getting burned”.
How can love be taught?!
World, you are gone mad
About losses and gains,
Did it ever give you happiness?
Power is aimed
And your forehead thickens
Day by day,
Since morals are laughed at
And values are sinking into the liquid price tags.
As skies are getting smaller and smaller
Between the high-rise buildings,
You create us:
Little he and she things,
Instead of us creating you
To comfort humanity.
Did I lose sanity,
or is it you?
or maybe both of us are gone mad,
Waiting for the end
As if it was a beginning of catharsis.
I live in a world where everyone is the sun who rarely comes out in our British weather, always sitting in their fluffy clouds of :)'s and silly abbreviations like lol.
I live in a world where the girls wear too much perfume and the tightest jeans, trying to fool the bloke who live down the street that they’re eighteen not 14.
I live in a world where the boys who beat and beat and beat are regarded as men and when they pick the flowers up and then trample on them, nobody says anything to them.
I live in a world where infatuation is classed as love and where beautiful people think they are just autumn leaves drifting to the dull grey concrete floor.
I live in a world where everybody would rather not go to school because who wants to go to a place where you judged on things that are out of your control?
I live in a world where smiling at strangers is frowned upon and when someone does a small act of pure kindness it is talked about like they had an ulterior motive.
I live in a world and this world is still beautiful, this world still has good despite the bad that is always talked about, I live in a world where people still have hope.
I like you.
I like the gold in your eyes,
The solidity behind your stare,
Soft, but knowing,
I like every strand of hair.
I like that you speak to me,
I like your sentences, phrases and words,
I like how you string them together so delicately,
Like a melody waiting to be heard.
I like our small talk,
Even if it’s cheap,
I like our conversations in class,
And how I think of you as I begin to sleep.
I love your voice,
How you say my name like a dream,
I love all of your truths,
And every smile in between.
So take all of my likes,
Put them in the palm of your hands,
Let’s spread them out-
Let us make a plan:
I can’t promise you much,
But I can promise you this,
I won’t try to steal away a heart,
But I might steal a kiss.
the world needs more birthdays
the world needs more "today is going to be a good day"
more going for a morning run, or whatever makes you happy
more 'come back, i wasn't done hugging you'
'you look beautiful'
more homemade chocolate chip cookies
the world needs more good
even if it seems bad;
i know it can seem like an awful place to be
but we can make it better
just be good, you and me
we can have more birthdays
and bake delicious cake
we can make life better
just stick around, and wait
because I am one, that sees the world through the eyes of the skies
I see the world's hate, war , death
we look to each other brothers sister, and we see strangers
we are one of the same but we fight for what's 'right'
do not judge me for being a woman
do not judge others by faith, or race
we are the same in the inside
yes we may look, speak, believe different but we are man
were the same spices so please, put aside these different ways and look at our home as it dies.
you may look away as the acid rain comes down but were not here to rule, were here to be as one and help all not just us, our home.
so world, what shall we do?
Its all just crazy this world I mean,
How do we know whats real? Is it all just a dream?,
Our minds can't fathom the nature of this platform,
Its something you just feel we are one with where we came from,
This tingling aliveness burning in our skin,
Clues left outside that coax us to look within,
To see not with our eyes but simply feel this connection,
The path may be laid out but our heart sets the direction,
Its all apart of what's needed for personal evolution,
Hard times, mistakes, let downs are designed to keep us moving,
I don't know any answers but I do know how to contemplate,
Bound body with limitless being so it's never too late.