I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night

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a poem begins as a small boat ..

enters in to the ocean of emotions...

while it's full moon night ....

and rise of high tides on its peak .....
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©deovrat 19.09.2020

At least
That is
What I say
So you
Do not
Have to
Worry.

Sangue de Ordálio
O Todo e o Nada
O Todo e o Único
O ser que é e não quer estar
A verdade sobre a verdade
O profundo e inefável sentimento
Onde nenhum julgamento o conhece
Sangue de Ordálio!
Sangra!

Yes, they say only the strongest will survive,
But I didn't mind sacrificing myself in the name of you,
I wanted to fall because I trusted that you’d pick me back up,
My energy reflects your energy,
It resembles a spring tide,
Aligned like the eclipse,
Your precisely placed kisses on my imperfections,
Was what kept me warm through the coldest nights,

Maybe in an ideal world, we’d stay together,
Maybe in an ideal world, we’d put our differences aside and appreciate our similarities,
Maybe in an ideal world, we’d stay in our own little world,
Maybe in an ideal world, you’d know that I was the one.

I knew happiness,
only when I found you—

Even If i tied
The strongest chains
To everyone I have ever loved
Everyone who I have let in and told them "you belong here"
Eventually the chains would break
And I would lose them
We aren't meant to be kept
We are meant to love, and be loved
And then, vanish.

these humans being
a plague of inhumanity
a cancer spreading
this human disease

another tomorrow
is one too many
when all life is lost
and only pain remains
waking to another day of torture
   yesterday

stopped stone still
gathering moss
stopped watch tells time
whats what
stopped dropped
tames flames

the pain you try to cover up deep inside your heart,
the abuse that you endured just ripped your world apart.
the anger that you cannot shake how ever hard you try.
Day by day it eats at you but doesn't tell you why.
Everyday you mask your hurt afraid that someone just might see,
I'm here to tell you Jesus does and longs to set you free.
What ever it was that happened
you are not to blame, the source of your unhappiness , your ill
unwanted shame.
gently kneel and bow your head , open up your heart.
you don't have to change a thing
Jesus loves you just the way that you are.

If according to Physics,
empty space isn't empty,
my friend,
you're not empty.
If you feel empty,
remember that feelings
aren't true thermometer of reality.
Wake up!
What you need is discovery
of what you've got
and what you've got not,
but,
you're not empty.

My eyelids are drooping,
                eyebrows aching,
                    head pulsating.
                       But I can't,
                    for I fear the midnight
                 of yesterday; I was alone,
              when that terrific nightmare
           left me crying for 1 hour straight
         and gave me first panic attack
      of my dysthymic life!

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There's the high,
And there's the low
Oh, but the numbness in the middle,
Feels most like home to me.

i will wait for you
until there is nothing left
but burning skies
and wilting roses.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻-
𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 & 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝟮𝟰 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗱! 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁!

There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

I'm so sorry all the time
Pre time life was not mine
So why Iam Sorry
Why I am sorry

When you wonder why something happened to you, another way of saying that would be, why hasn’t this happened to someone else? In a way, we’re all saving each other.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

Rain drops trickling down my face,
as they wash away the tears.
I'll never forget that horrible place,
revolving around my fears.

Seeing your coffin,
as white as snow.
You were only young,
it was to early to go!

A weary day for,
a bad occasion.
Crying and weeping,
brings a bad revelation.

I run to your coffin,
falling down to my knees.
Why did you take him!?!
Bring him back please!!!

As they lowered your coffin,
I screamed out with hate.
Three words I've never said,
which was my biggest mistake!

"I love him!",
the first time I realized.
But death is unfair,
and there's no compromise.

We spread flowers upon your,
coffin as dark as death.
But just like you,
I'm now out of breath

Nothing Being Everything..

This key formulation

Which is not a formulation

Brings our finite minds

To the edge of Recognition

Of the extant of Oneness

The very Vastness of

Being..and invites our

Participation..forevermore

Not as a person..but as the

Freedom and Joy of

Nothing Being Everything...!

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.

I never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..