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Everything is separated from each other
But when you see silently
It seems all together
The day sleeps in the night as I exist in you

The born,
The death all for thee
Black or white
True or false all for thee

The continents are separated, isolated
As we are alienated from each other
But on the other hand we are all together
Apparently we are  moving toward the different direction

The dark,
The light all for thee
Silence or thunder
Melody or chaos all for thee

Either it’s a stone or an emotion
Even either love or hate,
Neither war nor peace
Neither dialectics nor mystic
All  have bent you and me

There are too many invisible divine strings
On every matter or even every non matter
yet bonded with the heaven and the hell
So, all we move toward the same destination

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
All we are moving toward the same destination...........
What you are thinking of
Is much less than
What you did not think about
 Oct 2014 Azrael-Always
wordvango
looking for a way
to re envision
inspiration,
a new square
rectangle,  re-circle.

uniquely try to position
a new word,
try new times,
put my new wings on and fly
me away to new heights.

Singing all the way- new songs-
on key of rhyme

of souls lost,
good times remembered,
open eyes,
shed a few tears,
from those who are still
looking.

Or are we
all dead?
 Oct 2014 Azrael-Always
Danni
All we know
is we want to be
each other's firsts.
I go to the River when I have a tough day
I visualize my cares flowing away
I watch the birds soar overhead
I long to soar and feel free
Perhaps I will dream of flying while sleeping in my bed
I go to the River when things are Okay
It is a good way to spend a day
I go to the river when tired and dreary
I find it to be beautiful and cheery
I go to the river to feel renewed and restored
I go to the river and feel a connection to My Lord
I go to the river for these reasons and many more
I hope you can go to the river too
 Oct 2014 Azrael-Always
Rj
Me
 Oct 2014 Azrael-Always
Rj
Me
I am a bisexual, crazy teenage girl
I dream about horses and bears,
I like long hot baths, but cold showers
I am wild about snow and cold
I'll do any dare anyone ever asks
(I've never turned down a dare)
I have seen crazy **** from my parents
I have heard crazy **** from them too
I love morning cartoons,
And I love breakfast for dinner
I like running my *** off
(Or whatever much of an *** I have)
I'll do anything to prove I'm as good as a boy
I consider myself daring as ****
I'm a terrible writer, with a dream
I just want to be kissed,
(Even though I'm just warming up to it)
I have emotional connections to horses
I have cut myself on my wrists, thighs, and stomach
I think I am extremely unattractive
I miss my long hair
I'll do anything to make someone smile
why
do i see
my face
in the

mirror

why do i
see my breath
superimposed
upon the
cold night
sky

i died
long ago

drown in
your ocean
no deeper
than a

pane

of

glass



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 9, 2014
Long long ago
In a life
Far far away
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