trelon-grant
19/M/Charlotte, NC
When the acorns gleam and oft abound, it is easy for a person to lose themselves in the cobwebs. I write to convey abstracts as simplicities, to heal and broaden the scope of understanding to people who need it, and to bleed words into existence.
Lesson//
Do NOT
waste your time on
unresponsiveness.
Chasing familiar silence
is like drowning in oxygen.
Move on.
and with growth you will learn
of rather they were there to
Love you or
Use you.
At your worst -
you will quickly learn
who sits at the table;
do not be afraid to excuse them.
loss is an attribute of growth & possibly one of the hardest lessons.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
with the rain comes realization
and with realization comes change
the clouds beckon the lamentation
the lightning beckons the thunder
the tornado extirpates the innocent
but especially the blind
to their actions
their effects
their afflictions
even with the sun
eyes remain closed
ears deaf
spirit unwilling
to move
you’re comfortable
on your tower of contenting
But I am the foundation
The brick
the steel
the glue
and I am about to move
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
The Hurting, - they say some things are worst than death and this is one of them.
Sometimes, in instances of grueling
pain
I think
of being
with the clouds
you made
that decision
&
you’d have
no idea
How much it
hurts.. where
Was your judgement
*** this hurts
More than anything.
&
I’m sorry, you had to
go that way.
The clouds lament
your passing on
clear, sunny days.
They overshadow the
very demon you
tried to escape from.
&
I’ve made a promise
To live for you.
To show you
that it didn’t have
To be this way.
You’re gone forever.
Lost within the fabrics of time
I’ll carry you as a lantern -
inside of me
till the end of the days.
&
I hope you finally can rest.
For once.
Goodbye
Forever
Bao Bao
We miss you already.
Bao Bao - 2000-2018
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
Embodying love
In a world of hate
From a family of love-hate
to a people who are bred for love and still hate
Is incredibly tiring
And yet,
With blackened eyes
I will still continue to love
for
I will never truly know
how much I am needed
by someone who is dangling
over the same edge
that I once fell over.
Choose love with your heart
and with your mind.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
For the ones that have ached; listen to me.
Know that you are loved.
Know that you are forgiven.
Know that no one is perfect.
Know that mistakes are okay.
Know that losing people is a part of life.
Know that you can make it.
Know that it was all for a reason.
Know that you have someone.
Know that God is good.
Know that regrets are normal.
Know that it will get better.
Know that you will overcome this.
Know that you don’t need to live to please another.
Know that you are love itself.
Know that you are you, and that is okay.
Hang in there,
I’ve been there.
Most have as well.
It’ll be alright.
It’ll be okay.
You’ll be okay.
And I’ll be here for you.
IV Winds: A diagnosis of love - R.E.V/ Tre’lon Grant ©️
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
Oh dear,
Stop and breathe.
How did you forget
To breathe?
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Why is it so cold in summer?
Oh god I miss you on my lips.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
Maybe it’s just me
But I once thought you were the sun bright, a necessity for living; you rode in the sky’s like Hera
your hair gliding, grazing the clouds as wisps of nothingness in which I found my everything, but like everything else, it would seem a mirage, fantasy portrayed in my head despite the words that you so redundantly speak with no fruition. I’ve supposed the end before, but like reincarnation there is no end for this heart seems to never get enough of the addicting pain that it is fed. So now what? Take a look. It has a name; we call it numb. A persona where I feel nothing and feel everything at the same time. I would have climbed the tallest tree for you. Took the bullet for you, for it seemed that cupped in your hands was me, the moon that orbits the sun. Except that now the sun has darkened with white lies, and more lies that I choose to ignore because just maybe....just maybe there’s something left of you that I can tether to. You give me moments. Such sweet moments, addicting, and poison after. But it seems you’re a mastermind at the game, for, whenever I muster the strength to speak you give me more candy and again, I am addicted. If I could I would jump in the ocean and drown to escape the pain you constantly give me; but let’s face it. No matter how much I say, think, or write, the cycle you’ve conditioned me to will win and I will choke in my own absolution, laced with withdrawal from you
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
And this year, a toast
To those that lost. May your heart
be returned to you.
You deserve better
than the cycle of heartbreak.
So end it. Today.
And put yourself first,
center on your own love, faith.
For that matters most.
Those that hurt you are
underserving of your love,
Love them with distance.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
They tell you, you are
Nothing; expendable tools.
Tell them, save the lies.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC