along this
shore that
I have seen
a million times
before.

and I still
couldn't tell
you what
my childish
loves were
for.

seemingly a
step forward
and then a trip
and I fall
there steps
back.

always having
someone cling
far too
hard to me,

and those that
threw me
away far
too soon.

no pearl
here.
just all
the agitation
and pain.

in my
gut,
inside
and out
of my heart.

and those echos
and those
screams
that live
with me
here,

over and
over

again.

and to
the tide
I sing
take me
home
take me
home

tonight.

Love, not with a chisel, but whispers so bright,
Has carved thee from stone, a radiant light.
A heart once a statue, a figure austere,
Now softened by fondness, emotions held dear.

A gaze, like a brushstroke, a tenderness shown,
Melting the ice, where feelings unknown
Had slumbered in darkness, a prisoner's plight.
Laughter, a melody, chasing away the night.

Love's patient devotion, a sculptor unseen,
Has carved from the stoic, a serene beauty.
A spirit awakened, with passion alight,
Love has carved thee from stone, a glorious sight.
A kind love of my own

What’s happening in the world today.
Wars everywhere.
People shooting people because of different faith,
greed for one little piece of land.
Missiles thrown at innocent women, children and men.

Once
A child grew up on conflict ground.
Saw all family and friends dying.
Born was the devil in him.
Only rage in a traumatized mind.
A planted seed without love.
Devil he will become.
Don’t you see.
Killing each other to have peace leads to nothing but loss.
Loss of love and loved ones.
Revenge leading to nothing but pain and end of everything
nothing has been gained.
Keep feeding hate with hate.
Wars will know no end.

Don’t throw bombs at innocent ones.
Children are just children wherever they’re from
No matter on which side of the borders they are.
Don’t you see you only create hate with what you do.
There is no faith that says go hurt
**** a child or a helpless man.

You can’t stop the hate with hate.
You can stop hate with nothing but love.
Please for once learn from the past.
You don’t have a winner in war.
You think that you might have won.
But there is that child somewhere
with rage in the heart.
And everything starts all over again.


Shell ✨🐚

Who would care
if I just stop trying

Who would care
if I just stop fighting

Who would care
if I stay in bed all day
miss a meal
stay up all night

Who would care
if I needed the help

after being strong for everyone else
Who would care


to be strong for me?

One day,
someone will want
your smile as the first image
they see for the rest
of their life.