Beyond the eye can see is where my beloved waits for me, Amid my despair he guides me everywhere, Casted into this realm of mortality I dance with my sins, Seeking to cleanse my accounts and embark on the journey within, I sit in prayer, I uplift in meditation, I transcend the arbitrary.
When hope simmers down and despair sets in, Look up. See beyond the clouds, Past the sunlight, Into the abyss, And receive the abundance that lies above, The universe loves you, You're here for a reason, Embrace your individuality.
From birth until death we ply our trade pulling anger and frustration to enslave, save our fixation on the withering winters grave... where we buried summer and found our calloused hands warming on a fire we spent hours forming in history’s funeral pyre.
If we could see above the suffering and the internet buffering if we could hold eternity in our hearts and not let it get torn apart
we would see beyond the frogs well and believe in heaven and not in hell
Beyond the duality of thought, one thing still remains, Love. The one beyond hurt. Love won't hurt, it's quite literally the opposite. But we've all experienced hurt in the process of love in some way. Well for the universe's sake shall I say love attempts.
Within any slight toxicity of the lack of eloquence in loving comes a burning passion. This passion is what drives, the one that supposedly 'blinds'. Such a passion is found in whomever falls in love using such an inadequate manner.
The passion that taught us collectively hurt. I do say love but do take it, I dare not to speak of all kinds of love.
The pink strands in her black hair turned into dark violet and her leather suite changed into a shirt of white linen..
the last chapter had begun The veil between the world became translucent being lifted far to early: Beyond the veil - the long cold road to eternerty that nobody wants to walk Right into the void where nothing can remain no white light at the end of the tunnel.... no welcome from anybody....
Just a fading whisper about her.... ....pink into dark violet - leather to linen...
Echoing - dying - SILENCE Infinite Void
as if she had never existed
nothing but DARK OBLIVION
a bit darker poem this time *this does not apply for animals - animals go to the rainbow bridge !*
Turning in bed throughout the night Pestered by demons Didn't invite The last thing wanna do is face my pain It's the only subject boiling on my brain You said not to worry and stress without cause Know no other way of coping with my flaws Is it easy for everyone else to show themselves love? Self- loathing drags me down and I cannot rise above First doubt creeps in like 5 o'clock shadows Insults that start small and then grow On mind like frost coating a thin layer of ground Freezing to the insecurity to which I am bound Last night's insomnia paints bags under eyes Circles so deep and dark they can't even be disguised I eat up lies you dish out like I haven't been fed in weeks Hungry because gut never finds the nourishment it seeks The distractions I consume to fill the void only render me more hollow Skeleton becomes a nest of pity in which I choose to wallow Fears bloom faster than blossoming flowers Watered by teardrops that pour out in showers Within bones The middle where marrow should be Instead filled with stones Inside skin a storm is raging complete with lightning and thunder Perished as teardrops poured Presently pain pulls me under I quickly surrender to rain clouds in the sky Working to save my soul Guess it is time to accept that in this universe some forces are beyond my control