Blatant words of lost entirety Gushing as the heart speaks in truth Entity mimicked wishes Becomes curse cue Thumping evil desires ravishes souls hidden dire needs A messenger of deciet falls upon lap with broken wings Lies become truth driven and believeth one shall As the agony of ticking no longer represents time But a field of panicked heartbeats dodging what's heaven sent Prayers fall on deaf tone Leave a message after the beep Gone like that joyous scent which held the air before Past tense? Nothing more A tocking opposite of happiness Opposite of pride Opposite of kindness Rain trickling Tickling ones skin with cold compressed shivers of vague comfort Blankets becoming tight no inhale Licking at the darkness sweltering inside Lost... Empty eyes travel to one shade above This is the world one resides When one no longer believes In Love
Ever lost the ability to love? Feeling betrayed in ways you cannot give or get back? Feels colorless and empty doesn't it? But comforting in its dull wasteland, you begin to LOVE where love doesn't exist...
My heart is full So much resides there Memories wish to stop it from beating Scraps & unforgiveness have tried to choke it out My heart once ached from betrayal To stone i thought it would turn But through all of that I cant seem to get rid of LOVE LOVE still lives there Reassuring me in life I can go on!!!! As for me & my heart we're gonna be just fine!
To all the broken hearted, I can relate but i also realized that everything will be ok. Things happen and then purpose follows behind! You got this
I want to write. I want to create. But I rarely feel like I can. I want my words to mean something. I want them to be heard to the volume I expressed them at. I want them to explode minds. I want them to carry emotions. I want what I create to be beautiful in a personal interpretational way. I want them to educate. I want less to be more. I want them to make people feel. ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back myself because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back one's voice because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't unfair to my soul to tell it no because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't cruel of I to bury my desires because I may not get what I want? ... Is it not foolish of I to be thinking: I want, I want, I want... when God has given me: You can, you can, you can.
If I could kiss constellations against your skin, I would turn you into the night sky So that every one could look at you with the same wonder and admiration as I If I could kiss every color against your lips, your mouth would be a watercolor sunset on the horizon My love, If I my hands could mold forever into something tangible, into something you could put into your pocket, I would let my fingers trail across our bodies until we could last until the end of time My dear, You are marvelous You are one of the most beautiful creatures I have every encountered If I could pour my love into you like concrete I would. Let it harden, stay nestled in every inch of your heart. If I could breathe life into every dream of yours, I would go breathless Would make the world as perfect as you would like As beautiful as you would like - a rose garden on every block A technicolor sky Darling, If I could condense my love for you into writing, I would be the best poet there ever was
For me, every moment of contentment is often followed by the realization of having a lack of either ambition or the means or ability to achieve it. And though I can live with the lack of both. I often wonder why do we feel the need to be validated by some measure, by some reason, to belong in one of the circles that the world is divided into. When we end up questioning our self, “Who would be actually there for me if not for the pieces of me that I am feeding them everyday?”