Live in poetry
Hold unto novelty
Never just be
**** being Content
Sadness, emptiness, happiness, despair, love, hatred, wonder
They are all colours
Why paint in black and white when you've got the whole
In this life, feet catch fire
Remember your dream
it is your turn
You will see your ashes
you will manage to breathe
you sustain the flames
Your ashes will float
shimmer like gold
You will rise as a
with wings to behold
Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing
Home is seeing your sisters empowered,
your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved
Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears
Home is the magical word that can **** your fears
Home is a feeling embbeded in layers of love, acceptance and peace.
but at least
of my own
A sudden immersion in the unknown,
the bitter taste of confusion,
in the flavor of doom.
What limits individuality, kills freedom.
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Those visions, recollections, dreams, flashes and sudden insights both overwhelm and confuse me.
All we ever do is exchange glances,
like only we can see each other in crowds and masses.
Like the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I are lost in the bizarre.