I’m coming clean.
I was never made to live in constructed places.
I was never made for careless lovers.
I was never made to beg for fortune.
Now I’m coming clean.
I’m made for the universe to live among galaxies in open spaces.
I’m made for the peoples fragile hearts.
I’m made for giving love for life in return.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
I don’t want you to stop playing with my heartstrings
No one does it as well as you do.
Play your nostalgic songs on me.
Hums and rhythms of our past.
Cover me in memories and last words.
Immerse our bodies with the warmth of solitude.
Let’s meet in our beautifully imagined fantasy.
Because, I have to say.
There’s a home in me where you used to be.
A phantom figure claiming to be you is all I can see.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
We can still laugh.
With all of this we can still laugh.
When sorrow consumes you.
When thoughts destroy you.
When memories haunt you.
When mistakes find you.
When you grab your chest trying to help your lungs to breath.
You can still laugh.
After it all exhausts you.
When all that is left is forgiveness.
When all that matters is gone.
When all that left you empty makes you whole again.
When all that is felt is love.
When all you can be is kind.
When everything is said and done, you are the only one.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
I'm not what I claim to be I'm merely a shell of what I used to be.
I'm not what I need to be I'm merely a shell of what I meant to be.
I'm not what I want to be I'm merely a shell of what's left of me.
I'm not what I seem to be I'm merely a shell of what's in front of me.
I am who I am and I am as whole as I want to be.
Fooling myself again and again as I amuse me.
Fill my time as you set me free.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
The waters are calling me and I can’t seem to move.
The waters are shouting my name but I can’t begin to voice a sound.
I long for the waters to wash over me.
To wake me up.
The waters are calling my name and I can’t seem to respond.
The waters are calling and I’m asleep.
The waters are shouting and I’m numb.
I dream of oceans welcoming me in.
I dream of oceans washing over me.
The waters will stop calling my name and I will be gone.
The waters will stop shouting.
I will stop dreaming.
I’m way too deep in the quick sands of the dessert to ever hear the ocean calling my name.
I will build monuments high enough for you to see.
I will build sand castles until you reach me.
The oceans are howling my name once again.
The oceans will never hear the cry of the wolf within.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Pause for a while.
Wait.
Hold on.
Let them keep up with you.
Keep up with yourself.
You will never see those faces again.
You have lost so much.
You are designed to heal after every wound.
You have loved so much.
You are still losing battles.
You will never stop fighting.
You are still a writer.
And you will always remember.
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Pause for a lifetime.
Keep waiting.
Listen.
Let them listen.
Listen to yourself.
You will never hear those voices again.
You have gained so much.
You are born to heal those you love.
You have been loved so much.
You are still chasing silver linings.
You will never stop trying.
You are forever a writer.
And you can never forget.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Do you ever get the feeling that everyone you know is hiding something from you?
Like a big dark secret about yourself that no one dares to tell you?
Well, that's how I feel most of the time.
Trying to decode every sentence, every word, every letter.
Thinking about all the outcomes.
Watching every movement surrounding you.
I forget myself most of the time.
How could someone actually forget that they exist amongst others?
To take yourself out from your own life and focus on others.
I like to see it as superpower.
To be fully distracted.
To the point you can't remember how you felt in the most important days of your life.
To the point you can't stand yourself for one hour because what I see is a stranger.
To the point you can't hear your own thoughts because they're shouting.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
I’m only 21 and I’m trying so hard not to give up
But giving up looks more appealing than ever
I’m only 21 and I feel like I’ve reached the final stage
I’m only 21 and I’m exhausted
I’m only 21 and I’ve been a friend
A lover
A writer
A painter
A stoner
A saint
A shelter
A liar
A prison
An enemy
An impostor
A heart breaker
I’m only 21 and I’m trying to fight this recurring thought that I’ve done all I can on this planet
I keep telling myself to hold on, there are better things coming along.
But with better, losing is way worse
I’m only 21 and I want to have a child one day
I’m only 21 and I’m holding on
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Feelings are indefinable, embed that into your mind.
Realize that how many times you try to communicate them that it wont be as pure as you want them to be.
Realize how it's different with each of us and also exactly the same.
Realize the few that will maintain them and simplify them for you.
Appreciate those who will understand you without a word.
Remember that our spirits leans on one another.
Remember that wherever you are, whatever you're feeling is an energy hoping to be let out.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
I am a person born in this female body.
With hands that build and legs to keep me upright.
With eyes that see and a mind full of imagination.
I am a person capable of change.
Capable of love.
Capable of laughter.
I am a person gravitating towards you.
Gravitating towards the fuel to help my fire burn bright.
Gravitating towards the sun and moon to keep me company.
I am a person.
with a beginning and an end.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC