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only when you stop thinking,you will feel.
when you start feeling,you will live for what it is,
when you start living,you will experience what it is,
An experience is the basis of the life.

An experience has to stimulate a thought,
but it should not be the other way around.
If you don't experience the life as it is then You will experience the treachery of your own words....and actions..
I have a heart
But it's completely hollow
No weight gets counted
Because I have nothing to follow.

When it pumps,
I hear the air getting pushed out
With little drops of blood
Splattered out of my mouth
I can't control it,
It's just my heart which is perforated
Into a perfect circle
Which I always hated.

I want it to get filled
And it would some day
When my world gets built
Around someone who says,
"I would love you the way
You've always been,
And a perfect heart
Will be perfectly filled
If you take my hand
And let me build
A world for you
Where we can stay
And live forever
Celebrating each day."
The typical dream of every girl :P
I fight the night,
Fear in my chest.

I fight the day,
Head throbbing,
Eyes barely open.

I fight the world,
Will weakened,
Shying from wandering eyes.

A heart darkened like mine,
With eyes darting back and forth,
Speech speedy and mumbled.

I worry what I look like in another's eyes.

I worry of actions taken,
Of those that can't be undone.

Yet in so many ways,
I couldn't move an inch
To show it,
To make a difference.

Wrap me up my love,
Powder my face and
Unleash this crippled soul
into the depths of the dark ocean.
 Jan 2015 Anonymistress
Ardita
Death has earth,
           placed in.
Grain to grain,
           shout the fear out.
Human body,
           to aim his soul
Dig the memories,
           hiding hole!
Love got sky,
           climbing up.
Cloud to cloud,
           even above,
On snow,on rain,
           letting trace,
Wingging space,
           showing grace.
Either strong..
           either smooth,
Over straining,
           me embrace.
Stuck in dint,
           closed freely,
Tearing my soul,
           a luster pace!
Life which can be enchained and free...simultaneously
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,
I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday;
I dare not move my dim eyes any way,
Despair behind, and death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feebled flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh.
Only thou art above, and when towards thee
By thy leave I can look, I rise again;
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
That not one hour I can myself sustain;
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,
And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart.
I puked.
Then brushed
And then puked some more
Will you kiss me like you did before?
My breath
Is pale
Smells of some *** and whisky
And *****
And God knows what I mixed last night
Would you dare breathing me again?
My eyes
Are droopy, soggy
They're sleep deprived
They're missing your presence in sight
Would you look into them and quench the thirst?
I've been lost too long
And found not often
I can walk
I can run
I can smile the pain away
I can forget tears
I can hold happiness even in a pensive bottle
I can be the warmth of a hidden sun on a foggy winter morn
I can be so much more that I'll never believe
Would you like to be a part of all that and me?
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