Gone is the light, the light that once shone so bright like a second sun,

Gone is the light, the light that once incinerated all shadows,

Gone is the light, the light that once defined that which was blurred,

Gone is the light, the light that once provided contrast, meaning, ambition,

Gone is the light, the light that once was the life blood of my soul,

Gone is the light, the light that once provided warmth and hope when darkness encroached around me,

Gone is the light, the light that once lit the long stony, uneven path of life, now it is dark and I stumble,

Question which comes to my mind every now and then,
Is there any holy spirit who can hold my hand?

I'm scared and lost in this world of false,
People wearing mask to hide there flaws.

So much razzmatazz and glamour around here,
Why I m the only one to hide my fear.

one: i love the sun and light and the smell of dewy grass. i've lost my taste for the dark.
two: my love for the darkness has turned into but a simple appreciation for i cannot love something where i know monsters lurk.
three: you are one of those lurking monsters.
four: i'd rather get high than hear you speak. the burn of the smoke as it chases and then caresses my lungs and the heavy exhale that follows is the only conversation i need because drug consumption is more important to me than my life being consumed by you.
five: i love myself now.
six: i do not need danger like i did when i was a juvenile. danger is an art i have never perfected.
seven: you never loved me.
eight: i learned long ago that the purple tulips you planted under my skin were not your way of saying i love you but they were instead your way of proving your dominance.
nine: i do not like being dominated.
five: i love myself now.
five: i love myself now.
five: i love myself now.
seven: you never loved me.
ten: you lurk in the shadows in my room. even though i do not want to be with you now you stay with me but that's not any different considering you never cared what i wanted.
five: i love myself now.

I sang the song of the lonely oceans
Where heartbroken words are drowned
In the deepest darkest place of emotions
Where I screamed without a sound

I longed for you to hear my voice
My inner screams suffocating
Our broken love was not my choice
But I suffer my turmoil within

Maybe we're all just waiting
for the train to come into the station
for the paint to dry
for a rainfall in the desert
for him to make the first move
for tomorrow
but
sometimes the train is late
the paint gets smudged
the heat dries up every drop in the sky
he's too scared
and tomorrow never comes

through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them

"she's not like other girls"

she'll probably give you **** when you say that to her
she's not an exception
she believes in every girl's beauty

she believes in the splendor of the world
her eyes sparkle with wonder
her feet itch to wander
her heart soars for all that is beautiful

but she also believes in all the ugliness of the world
her eyes shut with horror
her feet refuse to stand up
her heart breaks for the sake of humanity

she will not comply to your standards
because she'll sometimes be inadequate
or because defiance will appeal to her more

she does things in her own quirk and pace

she'll heat water and make coffee
then put in the fridge to let it cool
she'll wait for the weekend just to
waste her time in bed
she'll throw a party when she reach
a certain age just because
she thinks it's a good number
she'll be distant for a couple of days
she'll come back eventually
she'll just wander through her solitude

she's pretty
but not that pretty

or so she thinks

she wears a crop top but then gets
bothered whenever a bit of skin is exposed
she swears to only wear neutral clothes
but lets her mother buy her some color
she admires other people's body but
is still in the process of loving her own

she pours water to make the glass full
she sips just enough to make it half empty
maybe that's why her lips are chapped

she's different just like everyone else
she's no chosen one
she is not destined to save the world or anyone
except maybe herself
she's not a special snowflake
though sometimes
she think she is

she is not an exception
she is not an
she is not
she is

she

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

-Mary Anne Perrone

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