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There was an esoteric land
Unknown from the world
Hidden behind reason
And higher consciousness
A mythical place
Neither on land
Nor, in the sky
Somewhat in-between
The scene and unseen
Only penetrating vision
Could conjure the position
The axis of power
Everything white
The minds and bodies
Pristine and clear
Outside the realm of everyday
So much more was there
Full consciousness
And soul’s originality
Empowered the inhabitants
In the esoteric land
Love is not being married, or looking good together or having stuff in commen.
Love is when, even when your not physically with that person theyre on your mind.
Love is when you cuddle, or hug or even hold hands and suddenly you dont care about the things you once worried about.
Love is when you wanna scream "theyre mine" to the world, but instead you whisper n it to them cause they are your world.
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I know its not exactly a poem... but ....
The ordinary air I take for granted,
clean clear water,
I drink
without thinking.
The Sun that rises in glory,
I often forget to admire.
Or, thank God, for.
My next breath,
a given, or is it?
I will take it deep,
pledge upon it,
I will rise in this dark,
get on my knees, tomorrow,
Thank Almighty for this!
It comes in blankets
Grey blankets that cover the sky
And it churns in blue and black
Like purple bruises painting the sky
I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
So I’m stuck looking out window
Searching for any bit of sun I can see
Only stormy eyes show themselves though
And tears streak cheeks
And if I cry myself to sleep every night
That’s only for me and the stars to know
They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark
And I want to yell at them
Don’t tell a soul
But they ignore me
They tell me I’m sad
And I knew that already
But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
We're scared to get close to anyone
Because anyone who promised to stay,

Sometimes
Turned their backs and *walk away
-11.08.14
If I would have cried
It wouldn’t have shown

I sat on the floor
of the bathroom
trying to warm myself
from the cold

Believing as always
that when you are warm
you feel less alone

I comforted myself
with the fact that
noodles and chocolate
tastes better on the way up
than down

As I thought about that
long look you gave me
when you took your hammer to my heart

If I would have cried
It wouldn’t have shown

I only cry on the inside
There is no use getting your face wet if you are all alone
i don't know why i am posting this
Nothing makes you feel more worthless than waiting hopefully for a text from someone...that doesn't come.

Repost if you can relate. I can, that's for **** sure. :( or if u just enjoy clicking the repost button
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