It been awhile I took some hits Had some falls A blunder really I come to Terms I might be a failure Or it might be a rut No I'm not sad can't say I'm happy either For now I will take this first step For I know myself And with all the money you have you can't save you from yourself That to me is my Wake up call That I live with myself As long as I Try....
Merry-go-round? No. Merry-go-****-yourself. It wasn’t a pleasant belly laugh joy ride Like a 4 year old smiling on a rotating plastic pony. It was a ******* wood chipper. And you slowly fed me through. A ******* whirlwind. Where you pushed me in, limb by limb. And I swear, before my head got forced in, I swear for a second I saw you finally smile. I could describe it like a horror movie villain, Like some mythical demon, But you were so much more terrifying.
Though, I fear you forgot how strong I am. You were quick to believe you had me deep under your spells. I don’t stay broken for long, I reform stronger.
I’m not scared of you anymore, So if you’re like Stephen king’s clown; He who floats in the sewers, You can no longer thrive and survive off my fear. It’s dissipated. Without a lifeline now, and soon you will die.
In reference to a poem my ex asked me to write called “merry-go-round” back in 2015.
if you were a seed would you really believe as you emerged from the soil the world would be at peace?
it's the uncertainty that we displease and the scenarios we create leave us at ease but when our expectations aren't seen then it seems we've dreamed too far too fast and now disappointment runs free that much we can see
and as i read this to you the only thing that's true is that you don't know the ending but you're content in your head and
if you were a seed your only guarantee is existing as a seed is all you are and all you can be in the present
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)
Some of us are lucky To be by a golden bucket of peace It’s calming It brings a feeling of beatitude When we immerse ourselves We can lose our daily troubles Slipping into a special place Of safety Of belonging Of familiarity It’s a place one doesn’t want to leave Ever Have you found yours? Treasure it It’s precious It’s rare Believe In possibilities Light up the world
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
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.
One can't deny the luminosity of his love He brings forth the light of day with his unforgettable smile Even the songbirds singeth their welcoming serenade And he dances upon water as morns' ethereal mist rises Let me not take thee for granted, please accept my humble salutation Your warming embrace is the hearts' silent invitation...
I long to gaze at your radiant face but surely I'd go blind You are the crowning glory sublimely heralding noontide of the day And the living breathing earth softly whispers--- "My love will orbit thee until your fusion of love consumes me" The opaline lantern of the night is beautifully aglow due to thy kiss It's true to say, the truth of thee is the innermost truth of me ~ Divine Through the fleeting seasons of my souls' sojourn, you will always shine...
Painting the sun using mere words can't touch upon your splendour Musing upon Gods' creation makes my heart soften & soul grow tender...
I would like to wish you a joyful Christmas & A new year filled with peace, health, Love and wishes fulfilled. kim x