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 Jul 13 Limes Carma
Gasta
A true  love story never ends
There might be twists and turns , bridges and bends
But true love is like a perfect blend
Between people who were once called friends
But chose to love each other right till the end
But who would dare and try to pretend
As if what I said is not true and the sky is not blue and you have a clue of which is who and what to do
When the truth is right in front of you
Who dares to despise or chastise What was made by the wise
True love never ends nor it demise
 Jul 13 Limes Carma
Gasta
The walls in my room are depressing
Staring at them all night , always stressing
In these little walls of mine I play dressing
Never left , never could always messing
The walls in my bedroom are depressing
I wish I could change , change the setting
But my minds been made up this is where I'm resting
This is stressing!!
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.

I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren

Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
It’s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you can’t, because giving up just isn’t you.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
On the small balcony,
they sit blanket wrapped,
just past midnight.

Earth smells of rain,
cloud dazzling secrets.

As he leans in,
not for a kiss,
but to give a piece
of his past
to her soul.
:)
Stars hung in velvet night,
peek down upon us,
gleaming the heaven,
with their presence.

Yet, I feel dark,
deep within my chest.
Perhaps the moon
knows what I mean.
Just felt like writing it
:)
A never ending
Voice demons
That took over me
Tossing and turning
Stuck in a trance
Biting thee hand
That feeds
Thee lower I went
Thee hurt
Never seemed to fade
It fell continually
Buried me alive
Self inflicted
How thee hell could I not
After all I’d seen
I didn’t know
Any other way
Wanted to mask my pain
Numb to thee core
Afraid to face myself
In thee mirror
Straight insanity
Was unleashed
A dog that wouldn’t stop hunting
For peace of mind
A calming place to lay my head
Finally hit rock bottom
Awoke and fought an uphill battle
Years later reflecting
On living sober and clear headed
How refreshing
Realizing that I’m a survivor
Of a tragic past I didn’t deserve
I almost gave up on life  
But glad I didn’t
Thee almighty one
Had other plans in store for me
Warm sun
Cool breeze
Blue skies
Green grass
Rolled tobacco
Hot smoke
Head rush
Pure elation
Chirping birds
Fleeting critters
Rustling leaves
Lofi jazz
Record playing

I *******
Love June

34 years
Since my first

And my annual
Rebirth.
 Jun 26 Limes Carma
Dianali
You hurt.
You will always do.
My favourite wound.

Every now and then,
I sprinkle salt on it—

And if It’s healing,
With bare hands
I rip it open
in my heart.

Keeping your memory alive
through this pain,
tearing me apart
Have you ever thought
that a poet's pen
performs
"open heart "surgery
every time
it writes?
Not something to be proud of
But I hold my chin up high
When no one sees my suffering
When no one sees me cry

Not something to pleased with
But I love how well I lie
I feel weak yet so secure
Selling each fib I sigh

I shouldn’t be so happy
Keeping all this stashed inside
But each time they miss my pain
My chest swells up with pride
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