delilah

Apr 2019

Quinn

Paint me

Paint me with crayons
Make me radiate color and beauty from within my soul
Paint me with watercolor
The colors should run like rain

Paint me as you love me
Show me my true nature
Paint me as a martyr with a crown of thorns
Paint me as the sinner placing the crown

Place me in a prison with the key in my mouth
Make the key my mouth
Make me afraid to open the cage
and face what's outside

Paint me as the daffodils in a field
Paint me as the drought that kills them
Paint me as the sun with her radiating beauty
Paint me as the jealous clouds that hide her face

Paint me as a savior
Paint me as damnation
Please artist
Just paint me as I am.

#art #sad #nature #artist #color #paint

Apr 2019

larni

a letter to you

how dumb of it was me to assume i had met the love of my life this early.
i had barely begun.
barely started to understand who i am and how i think.
how naive it was of me to imagine you were going to be there my whole life.
how unfair it was of myself to plan a future as if i wasn’t thriving enough on my own. as if you made me beautiful.
i made myself beautiful.
i still make myself beautiful.
and the love of my life could be out there somewhere.
or it could be right here staring right back at me.

#self #love #selflove #selfish #inlove #myself #me #i #you #relationship

Apr 2019

Sparkle in Wisdom

Dreams

In this big world
Of beauties and dreams,
I dreamt my life
To be carefree and in ease,
As a small girl
My dreams always became true,
As teenage the tender age
Hurdles arrived and by age they grew.

Charms of life gave me a call,
Shattering my dreams in pieces they fall,
And aah! Now what a pity of me?
I am here collecting each of my dream.

I try to join them and once again,
I want to believe, but, in vain,
That life is a carefree thing,
And the world a beautiful place
In which you can still dream.

Sparkle In Wisdom
7.8.97

Old poems found in attic... Couple of them are still worth my read... Sharing them with my friends here... _()_

delilah Apr 2019

magnetic

i feel like we're magnetic
but you like to switch up your charge
sometimes
you pull me in
and i get trapped
by your lovely
lovely
attractiveness
and just when i grow attached
just when i grow comfy
in the hollow of your chest
just when i grow to love you
all over again
you pull a 180
and push me away
and no matter how far i go
i can't reach you
and just when i start to let go
just when i grow comfy
in the warmth of my own skin
just when i grow to love myself
all on my own
you come back again
and i let you
because i feel like we're magnetic

when i say attractiveness i don't mean that necessarily in the physical sense