The silent songs that I hear seem so far away
Like a distant whiff and chaff loikw the wind,
I close my eyes and let the whisperers tell me their secret.
For years, I travelled on a road that had me comparing and striving fo something that was never there.
I felt like I was in despair and if I was utterly confused.
And then I found my peace in a better piece.
A poem that settled my mind at ease, that had me cruising above more than I could see. I left a little part of me in everyone I've met and so it was the cause for wonder when I caught up in a glam dream.
My peace that I found in Eartyhwas a single poem found named
Desiderata. Thank you for my peace the one that actually !akes me sleep.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
"I was always an unusual girl,. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no fixed personally just aninner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean."
I felt like a ghost walking in a body, living only to die, living only to exist.
The war in my mind had me singing Ride by Lana like it was my national anthem. I walked about, helpess, pityless, heartless, tirelessy. Breathing, existing, breathing, existing ,breay=thing, existing....only exising.
Nothing seemed to matter these days, now that it was gone.
The light that was once in my eyes went out with a single blow and I walked around like a ghost with noting left and that was what it seemed.
Hurt by hurt
Blow by Blow
Dust by Dust
Breeze By breeze
Ocean to Ocean
And thats where it hapened,the spectre of my soul rises and hunts to haunt and the breathes a new life to start of.
The ghost of life is alive and never seems to rest
Restlessness
Selfishness turns to Selflessness
And it hunts
And it breathes
And its alive and then it says
Welcome back,this is home,.
......
........
And....
I......
Am...................................
SPECTRE
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
She was a tornado in the night that came to tear down everything in her way. He has left her broken, sad and distraught. So her only thoughts were to give him the same h lol he had our he through. Three months is not a long time for you to fall in liver they said.
But they didn't know that those three months represented three years. She remembered every moment, every kiss, every movie, every tear they had shared, and yet still when she needed him most, he disappeared. So now as after every storm there is a calm, she is busy rebuilding herself to what she was. Things will never be the same again. The lesson that nobody ever learns that you never go back to who you are. And as the memories twist in he head like a kaleidoscope, she sheds two more tears for three more years. And just like that it's ending. She jumps off a cliff and only hears the wind as she closes her eyes, feel get downward descent. She lands with a small gasp as she remembers the first time they met)
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Rey del Lana
Her beauty is bright,
She sings like a nightingale
Who hasn't experienced fright.
Tall and radiant as if in a 60's movie
She sings about the other woman
Pity she doesn't know who is she.
Lana del Rey is like the daughter of a god. She is everything that a girl would be , to have to trod.
Lana is a fiery beacon in a land of gods and monsters, she rides when there is a war in her mind.
Marilyn her mother is happy about her baby, Whitman her dad has made her a poet. Lana del Rey, where would I be without you? I'm happy your life experiences have made me better. I'm glad I can celebrate the day with you.
Let's drink some wine and feel the blues, Lana den Rey, imagine if I were I your shoes....!
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Do you know what it feels like after a long, drawn out day at work? So tired that your feet hurts ams head never stops pounding? So tired that its hard to catch your breath or a break? That no words of motivation, courage or anything else helps?
I know what its like..
I know how it feels...
It has happened to me....
And here I am , felon as tired as an old lady,
I want to rest in heaven,
I'm to tired to walk, so let my angel carry me away....
..,...................,....................
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
The feeling is one of a drunkard,
Stumbling and falling, lightheadedness
And distant memories. He pain I feel boh physically and emotionally is turmoil, up and down and nowhere to rest.
I skim and laugh and everything which is a blur,
The memories I had, the pain I fuel through them.
Hurt ain't easy and the love comes hard,
But I'd rather cold and distant than this love.
My insanity proves right, that there is hurt pain and things to go away but to away with it. No more, no more. I am not a about yo let it.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
We were from different worlds; He from a time where the Cold War went on, and I from a time where people were happy.
He was never really mine, not by bllod anyways.
But the deep joy and space that he held in my heart ,
Sometimes I had to see if he really knew it.
He was mine to keep forever. I loved him more than I did anyone on this Earth. He was second to the Best thing that came to me
God comes First.
His mentality, intellect, fast billion mind has me wrapped up in amazement for days.
There were days and times that I would cry as I always wondered,
If, and only if He knew how much he meant to me.
I loved him more than stars but not more than the Creator of them.
I loved him more that the terrible dragon who bore me.
He was real, He was my real father. So why didn't he see, How much I love him, How much I care, How much without Him , I would never be here. Why does he goes rogue when he other calls?
Yes he is a dad but He is my father.
I love him more than I do money of food as at the end of the day
Neither of those would I choose, to ever put over you.
You are my sun my star and moon but God has a bigger place over you.
Don't worry my dear rasta dad, You are the greatest thing, second to me that I could and would ever have.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
To think of it was immortal
To dream of it was sin
And to want to live it was monstrous.
There was a fire when she was only three,and by then
Her mother was a crack ***** her father no where to be found. She moved from foster homes to foster homes and abuse was her only friend. She turned eighteen and the candle of love which she held ,burned out in the night.
She became what she was supposed to have been years ago:
Torn, worn , a miserable monster. Now she wanders down, a very lonely road, looking for another lover so she can have money for her home. A car stopped at her footsteps
And a faint smile curved on the man's lips
'Heya suga, how much is it for a sweet time?'
'Fifty is enough for the night'.
She got in and he turned of to be a cop.
She spent her last days in prison,no more in parking lots.
So as the ME stands over her, the assistance says,
'I hope she had closure' and covered her now while body.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
How do we create a system in which women are really free?
Is that we want undefined freedom where we have no men and we hve what lesbians have? Or do we want the same equal rights as men?
We as feminist cannot be so narrow minded
+Liberal feminists want women to have the same equal rights as men.
Are they not the same women who want their men to be all-male and masculine?
+Marxist/socialist feminists focuses on investigating and explaining the ways in which women are oppressed through systems of capitalism and private property. According to Marxist feminists, women's liberation can only be achieved through a radical restructuring of the current capitalist economy in which much of women's labor is uncompensated. For these women, do not realize that they are the ones who chose to became mother's and end up with the 'unpaid compensation' of taking care of the child that comes along.
Radical feminism blames men entirely on the exploitation.
If there was no men, would we have been as happy as expected if we were to really revolutionize this system, of oppression, capitalism,discrimination and exploitayion.
As women, it is always right to fight for what we believe in.
But it is the truth that we should fight for, justice and peace among men.
Exploits made my men over years have cause women, who are considered'by nature' to be subject class , to think that they are really less than men. ?In truth, we are made from the same flesh and organs just as them.
Is it not us females who bleed once a month, bears children and cope with the problems that comes with the family we have to grow and breed?
We are strong enough but at the end of the day we need someone to submissive to and that should only ne the lawful wedded husband that the Lord himself has granted us with.
We are called to be strong but submissive when the time and place comes as there is a time and place for everything understand.
Strong and submissive should be our mission without being confused by men and that is the type of feminism we should live by.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
I am in grief, and not only for me.
I thought I had of all, the love and money
All those things to spare but instead everyone turned their back on me.
I know loss like never before.
Its like have a house that has been washed away by the shore.
I never loved them first.
I couldn't get it when they never understood.
Was the problem really me or was it just on mind
I couldn't see what they believed ,
That I only was a waste of time.
I never loved them at all.
And so now as I continue to hurt so much inside,
I don't bother waste time on tears as ,why cry?
I have however learned he art of keeping it all inside
And I will continue to be like this.
I will never ever love them.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC