Isn't it sad that we're so broken inside that we're suspicious of everything that makes us happy?
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Your presence comes hand in hand with this pressure,
I cannot phathom the words to say or the expressions to place.
I feel this inescapable uneased.
This inenscapable thudding of my brain as it tries to figure out how best it can open a fragment of my heart to project onto a floor for another to
Mishear
Misinterpret
Misread
Or simply ignore.
It is a war of constant.
It is a run for miles.
It is a search for what doesn't want to be found in that moment.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
Away, the distant gales bring
The noblest trees to weeping.
Far above the valleys sweeping,
Isolated church-bells ring.
Beyond the brittle urban winds
Of cities never sleeping,
A mute and mournful nightly breezing
Sweeps the moon upon its wings.
Somewhere cold and far away.
Peace is never truly lost
It merely doesn't stay.
Raptured by the valley-frost
Into the veiled sea of grey:
Often gone, but never lost.
Simply weeping
Far away.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
I took a step back,
and I watched as you cried
because if I took a step forth,
I would have watched as you died
©
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
*distance,
pain,
silence,*
i just want you to know,
that even if
i seem like i’m gone,
*i won’t ever
leave you behind.*
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Take care of me,
Be there for me.
Never discourage me,
Love me unconditionally.
You're supposed to be my mother.
But you treat me like I'm nothing.
I'm sick of your constant disrespect,
The loss of love in your eyes that makes me want to cry,
It's itching inside of the back of my mind.
And someday I'll say goodbye to you,
You won't want me to,
But you can't make me stay.
You're not my mom.
But until then,
I'll be walking in the rain.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
Her soul is tired now
and all she ever wanted to do was
calming her crowded mind
and resting her heavy heart
Her soul is tired now
and the only path she’d go through
was no longer runaway full of eyes
but an empty and quiet hallways
Her soul is tired now
and the dreams are no longer dreams,
they became possessions and hunger
that consumes her alive
Her soul is tired now
as the passion slowly fades away
and the flame in her eyes began to vanish
can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Curl up in my bed
Do not wait for me to sleep
Dim the lights slightly
And when I return to you
Wrap your sleepy arms round me
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall*
©IGMS
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC