The sun will remember that your heart needs to feel it's rays upon it

Dear writer/reader,

I need you to take yourself through this brief poetry lesson...

Poetry is how we give meaning to our feelings and thoughts,
It is not merely stringing words together,
But putting something out there,
That someone else can relate to
Or merely draw inspiration from.
It is a recipe for criticism,
But within reason.

So, go on and let these words be the mouthpiece for your head and heart.

Sincerely yours,
(noma)Freedom

Sometimes you just need to
let things be...

life is a journey with an unknown destination,
this isn't role play,
there is NO script to this!!

I became more quiet about my life
and I started enjoying it more...

when do the tears
stop running down our faces,
and finally heal our ailing hearts?

Sunsets that drag on to sunrises,
My heart's full of heaviness....
That the weight can only be lifted
By the motions that lure me back to
Flirting with the idea of coitus
Only manifesting in the embodiment
Of a VG...

There is a beauty in everyone
that is usually altered
by the brush
that society usually
chooses to
paint them with.

My fear had the worst hold over me
It almost consumed me to death...
I've been restored back to life
By deciding to simply put it beside me
That's the only way I got on with life

Sometimes writing is better than talking.
When a person reads what you're 'saying',
they can paint a picture of your words for themselves.

An interpretation that is tailor-made by each individual,
As opposed to utterances that can easily fall on deaf ears.

Anything that does not promise any progress,
be it in the long run or short term,
is really not worth my time.
The value of time is too immeasurable
for it to be wasted on
anything.

sometimes you need to break down to pieces,
in order to feel whole again...

We can't plan life,
All we can do is
...be available for it

time
has
a
story
to
tell...

Writing is my drug,
I'm taking too much of it...

Life has to be a constant cycle
of change in order for us to
nurture our own growth
...the bad comes with the good
and it is all purely moulding us.