How gentle must a rain drop sit for you to notice the beauty of an individual not blending in with the rivers and seas
How long must I wait for someone to notice the magnificence of light falling in love with a crying eye
~simply stunning, those small amounts of water
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
I was never the kind of person who was
always believing the colors of the world
happenning ahead
Sure I’m aware of what is red
it’s pretty similar to rivers of love
surrounded by hearts of the dead
but color blind people see differently
As well as other beings which
make us question colors reality so
How are we sure that
what we’re feeing is felt...
When we need to reach out for help..
What are the little things
that we focus on
that should just be left out?
If how loud we’re screaming
comes off as just a mere shout
-I am not a product of my environment
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
you spend
so much time
bringing the light
to other people
just
to be left
in the dark
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
I’m nothing you see
people always take
all they want from me
to spread across the dead sea
and leave me empty...
I try to just be
but I cry so much
and I sell my tears for free.
They’re all lost in that
Dead Sea
I’ve tried to get them back
but have realized
that sea, just might be
the place for me
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
pointless
social media
always making me feel
like I need to follow
a certain criteria
where the hate
spreads like bacteria
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
I just can’t deal anymore
and
I don’t want to feel anymore
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
the more I do this
the more I realize
how everything just
is
and I’m only
me
so I should just
be
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
People leave
like trees in the breeze
like the heaviness
on my knees
when I first saw you breathe
but it’s my fault
in the first place
I never say
what I should say
but maybe they’d stay
if one day
I could say
what I really want to say
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
He sits next to me
Patiently
Awaiting the life
of simplicity
Among the thoughts of
nothingness into eternity
His eyes locked
with a chain made of
blue iris with
waves behind it.
I wonder if I
think as much as him
about how close life is
to life before we die
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC