Everyone wants me to get better.
Except for my own body.
My bones want to stay sore.
My brain doesn't want to stop.
My heart doesn't want to heal.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
I don't feel too safe with these walls down.
I think love is coming for me now.
Filled with thoughts but none are coming out.
Do you look at me like I'm your bait?
Will you tell the truth or make me wait?
Common sense is blurred in fear of pain.
I can read the message on your face.
Anyone out here could take my place.
Light is dimming in this long tunnel.
Running blind and covered in rubble.
Still pleasure in this pain as I fumble.
Where am I to go?
Will I have to go alone?
On a repeating flow.
Forgot everything I know.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
I hope you read this letter
every word between the lines
I hope you read the frustration
with what I could not confide
I hope you read the anger
that's left me such a mess
I hope you read the million questions
rattling my little head
I hope you read these swollen eyes
when they were still yours to see
I hope you read these supple lips
when with yours, would still agree
I hope you read these warm fingers
when yours were still willing to hold
I hope you read the little lies
that left your promises bold
I hope you read the love
inevitably bled
I hope you read the hope
amid all the things unsaid
I hope you read the resentment
of letting go so soon
I hope you read these lines
the last ones I write for you
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
~~
In the Stars Fair
Sometimes it's falling
Lost in the dark
My love,
Mingles with millions of stars
Same but hundreds of thousands of light in the line
Who are given
What I have found
But all I have taken
Among thee who am I
Even where are you
Or maybe known to me as the North Star
Lost within everyone
Beyond the known path
Apart from the light
Footprints fade out in the same path
Still spots on the shadows
Even yet it's called the galaxy
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
These secrets bled long ago
A four-hundred year candle blown out
Now separated
Your bedroom window
A hidden floor
Static sheets
Finding me flushed and infectious
Raw
And with power unreal
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Still to be seen
Awakening a deceased compromise
Mirrored prey
Driven by enveloped creation
Fever consummation
Visions of your childhood home underwater
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
The truth may hurt but it doesn't mean it will just end it here, sometimes you need to break those truthful words only to set yourself freely.
To get up! that reality may hurt you the most but it won't break you into pieces because sometimes, the hardest hurdle that you can walk through life is to start again.
It will be hard to get back from the starting point but it takes time to a wounded broken wing to heal. Eventually things would make sense, as time goes by. And sometimes the most hurtful things in life will realize to you that everything puts you into the right path, will throw you lessons and will make you to be the best version of yourself.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
674
The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad—
Diviner Crowd at Home—
Obliterate the need—
And Courtesy forbid
A Host’s departure when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men—
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
It just bursts forth,
The violence of emotion.
It completely incapacitates,
Creating a commotion.
Chaos ensues,
It's blinking from dark to light.
Now you're left to wonder,
Who's the enemy, who to fight.
It'll be easier to hide,
To pretend none of it's real.
Because with this violence,
It's just too much to feel.
You'd rather surrender,
Rather have none of this pain.
But insanity is vicious,
And you've got no one to complain.
This violence is cruel,
The emotional battle is crippling.
You're left breathless,
As the effects are just rippling.
In the midst of this disarray,
You plead to be saved.
But they're blind to the violence,
Their indifference is just depraved.
You feel like you've gone mad,
As the chaos is just raging on,
There's no way to explain it,
So.. you just end up staying silent.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Nights, we take the boat out
paddle our way green through water
swum by inlet waves, full moon apace
shadowy, ancient tribal faced
lose all trace of the shore, black
but for phosphorescence
glowing, trailing from the oars
a haunting ghostly art
green and breathing, disappearing
back into darkness, swallowed
by black water, by night
strange this death,
this rebirth and breath
felt in each and every moment.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC