what once was warm and close like a kind flame dancing in the night the heat of warm hands and sunlight kissing the trees now brews contempt in murky waters stirring, sloshing with the sliminess of greed.
Mila means happiness. Mila means joy. Mila brings meaning to an otherwise unhappy boy. Mila makes my heart flutter, beating faster and faster so. Mila, her voice brings my spirit up from far down below. Mila, her eyes can move mountains part rivers, split the clouds to reveal her face is the sunset. I am the mountain she has gazed upon and she is the gentle dusting of snow that lovingly coats the peak. I dove into the ocean only to find that she is the tumultuous sea, beneath the waves is a world full of calm, passion and life. Mila means the world and that world is rife with love.
There's a place inside My mind I find Atrocities like to hide Keeping my heart pure of things that would surely break it
While there's no cure for the curse The lord's hands are surely at work Creating a labyrinth of self doubt and confusion making my mind just as fragile as it strong
They say you should forgive your enemy But remember their name and I can guarantee that mine is written on every book and on every page Of everyone I have ever hurt or ever slain Or every person I have ever met Written in blood as black as it is wet They may have forgiven but I never forget
i wish i can walk on the clouds and shed my tears into storms i wish i can walk on the clouds and bleed my fears as i mourn i wish i can walk on the clouds as fast as the day i was torn and fly in the ocean as if i am like a nothingness to be born
She keeps songs locked away in boxes like secrets. She will take them out like postcards to help her remember the feeling of a different time, a different person by her side. She likes the one that makes her eyes close to see the lights. She smiles at the one that makes her stand up on tiptoes, the one that helps her forget she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The tune will carry her.
Like it did the times when voices broke like a heart. When instruments’ strings would snap and hurt.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
i spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
You do not appear to me as the light of the sun, You rather appear dark, like a curvy fabric of space pulling me, I fail to find the stillness in you, to sail past unharmed, You appear to me like a hypnotising blue wave, promising fun in drowning, I know I should've stopped the ship before it was too late, But silly soul had planned the adventure, before conscience was awake.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
fell apart too early for my little heart lost in you, I let go of the dream to understand myself or maybe I was simply misguided either way, the black sun will shine on the green grass will still keep on growing and music stopped sounding good to me so I resorted to spoken words is that me? I don't think that's me. but was THAT me? here's a consolation, dear friend I am everything, just as I used to be and I will always be everything, forever and nothing I've done can take away from the Self nothing that has been done to me can dampen the truest nature. rest easy, don't scream and keep on growing, still