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 Apr 2015 Julieta Aurelio
Elijah
Meditation is freedom
it releases peace in agony
and portrays a levitated spirit.

Meditation is a way of restoration
in reminscement of God’s perfect nature
and portrays the redemption of a soul.

Meditation contains inhalation and exhalation
elevate your spirit by inhalin’ positivity
and release your soul by exhalin’ negativity.
#breathing #energy #exhale #inhale #life #love #meditation #peace #soul #spirit.
it's your eyes
that always
have me
losing focus
cause of the vision
they display

I dream of
you
every night
and how I'm gonna
make you whipped
cause of
loves notes
I'm forever
writing with this
pen full of
love and affection

be with
me
and let my
pen undress
and evoke
the god
in you
The pain is unrelenting,
and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come-
not in a day,
an hour,
a month,
or a minute.
If there is mild relief, one knows that it is only temporary;
more pain will follow.
It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.
So the decision-making of daily life involves not, as in normal affairs,
shifting from one annoying situation to another less annoying-
or from discomfort to relative comfort, or from boredom to activity-
but moving from pain to pain.
One does not abandon, even briefly, one’s bed of nails,
but is attached to it wherever one goes.
i could've sworn
that the blood on my hands
was from killing my demons,
but when i woke up,
the scars were on my own throat
"I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim."
My bitterness stems from the urge to hold onto things I can't control
I'm very controlling
A weakness
But you can imagine the struggle
You know how they say if you get chills someone walked on your grave?
You weren't only so disrespectful as to walk on my grave
You spit on it
And my skin still crawled with pleasure for you
It's like a sickness
It would be a honor to wake with Amnesia
I'd forget the way I let you push me around
My vocabulary lacks the words to remotely make your disgustingness look ravishing
And why would I?
 Apr 2015 Julieta Aurelio
Megan H
You're the book
I've read many times before.
The one with the protagonist
Who does all the wrong things
Who doesn't see the wrong things
Others are doing to them
Behind their backs.
All I can do is scream at them
Even though they will not hear me.
I become so frustrated,
Yet I continue to turn the page
To see what will happen next
Even though
I already know the ending to this book.
I already know the ending to this story even if you don't. Please listen.
****.

I'm so empty.
 Apr 2015 Julieta Aurelio
Elijah
I’m a lone wolf
howling in the woods
drawn into darkness
blinded by mere mysteries
I am that I am
because you are of what you made me
you’ve dispersed me into wilderness
you’ve made my soul as hollow
as a ill-treated tree of life
you are my weakness
you are joy
you are a demon implanted in me
I’m somewhere between psychotic and ironic
misunderstood by defiants ...
sometimes I don’t relate to my thoughts, my skin, my walk, and smile
sometimes I don’t know freedom;
is it reluctant obedience towards a fiend or constant countless breaths of a new life?
I’m not death
for I live in the presence of life
you were almost the death of me
but my artistry became the saviour -
the saviour of my soul, my mind, my heart
I’m a lone wolf
howling in the woods
where darkness was drawn to light.
Confrontation between my mental illness and I, in my darkest room.
“I’m not giving up my art without a fight.”

#broken #darkness #death #depression #heart #life #sadness #soul #thoughts #wilderness
Depression is a disorder of mood,
so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self--
as to verge close to being beyond description.
It remains nearly incomprehensible to those who have not experienced it in its extreme mode,
although the gloom, "the blues" which people go through
occasionally and associate with the general hassle of everyday existence are of such prevalence that they do give many individuals a hint of the illness in its catastrophic form.
 Feb 2015 Julieta Aurelio
Elijah
my heart is fragile
my smile is broken
my soul is tortued
my eyes have turned blind
my fingers got burned cause of cupid

my wounds are open
my throat is dogged up
the pain is flowing
my insides are burning
(let’s just keep going)

my mind is fidgeted
my thoughts are caged
my bloodstreams are bursting
introspective is weakened
unanchored sailing takes place.
wounded me
By: Elijah, Julieta & Ofentse Tsie

#broken #death #fragile #thirst
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