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Life descends,
not in thunder storms
or lashing rains
of passion

but in gentle drizzle
of bliss and purity.
Somewhere in me
there exists a being
made up of all the reasons
that insist me
to stop loving you.

At times when I ignore it
and instead look away
towards you
It stares me hard,
starts blabbering abuse
as I keep looking at you.

But at the end of the day
when I am home,
heart-broken
by your indifference,
it reaches me back
wipes my tears
and puts me to sleep
in a blanket of lessons.

That being,
made of reasons.
One sombre evening,
as he sat by the window
past tried to trick him
into its song of nostalgia
one he always resisted
and kept at bay.

But, for once he let it,
gnaw away his soul, and
***** the deepest of his bones.
His guards in disguise
his promises, responsibilities,
ambitions and ideals
started to sway and bow,
to the winds of guilt.

A strong deluge of emotions
started to sink him in
he too, let himself drown
and dissolve away in haze.

Next up, he found himself
atop a ship of submission,
She was already there,
smiling as she looked away.

In distance,
the golden sun of hope,
Faded away at the horizon.
like a poem
that needs no melodies
or accompanying beats
but is best,simplest

like a poem
that’s succinct, small
encompassing little,yet,
leaving thoughts,abysmal

like a poem
that lingers long
till each word of it
pours out completely

You,
like a poem.
there is a
need
within us all
to find
our little place
in the world;
to find
what or who
we are

to fit
to find
to be

loved

to find
a peace
within
...
peace
with all that we
were
all that we
are
all that we will
become
...
and the longer
the need to know
whispers in my ear
"are we there yet?"

the more i have come
to realise
it doesn't have to be
one place
one person
one moment
in time
that is mine

because peace
makes itself
manifest

when we
simply give
of ourselves

to every one
every
where

all ways
Fingers made of greed,
grip this world
by the
sleeves,
though they aren't
easy to see,
unless your eyes
have been
opened
by our
Heavenly
King.
Money is the root of all evil. And so many have been ensnared by it.
i know i tell you i love you everyday,
but that doesn't even come close to what i'm trying to say,
you are my idol,
your strength and wisdom is mountainous,
you are beautiful,
your smile is marvelous,
you understand me when no else does,
you never turn your back on me even when the world does,
you keep me above the water though i almost sink in despair,
you taught me the love of god when my soul was bare,
my mother is a queen,
her head never bowed,
if you meet her eyes,
you might just cowl,
but if you look closer and try to see what I see,
love is plentiful for all not just me,
so mother this is one of my many poems to you,
i will write about you forever,
for you are my star.
This is a poem to my mother I hope you guys like it... and she does too ;D
sometimes the only thing
that keeps me going is the sunrise.
most mornings, I wake up and my
first thought is that I wish I hadn't, and
nothing is going the way I wish it would.
but then I see the sunlight piercing through
holes in the clouds and all of the colors
fading together as if the brush strokes
had just been wiped away, and I
feel as if my lungs are being inflated with oxygen for the first time,
and I feel as if everything is going to turn out okay.

I feel like that when I see you, too.
it was supposed to be kind of shaped like a sun peeking over a horizon but that didn't turn out so well lol
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