A wounded heart inflicked on bruised reed All it knows is profound pain It seeps into a seared conscience It knows no value It taints relationships It stirs up a heavy heart It self -seeking beyond Thought Carries a weight of baggage until it burns out the soul
you're unaware of your plasticity but it's plain to see to me you're an artificial fabrication of what you think you should be but the rescue boats are coming if you'll throw your hand out for an oar help you'll find from people like life rafts who'll drag you to shore yet you stab at the boat puncturing it's tender flesh the water's rising it's hard denying you did this yourself
in the Mystery , Poisons of the emotions reveal themselves to seek an ally for strongly rebel against to the Hope , as if it all not co-exist , desperately. a fundamental question rise then , you name it.
my pain is like their treat. they feed themselves with it. as the mystery increases my pains , they consume my emotions , in poor little portions. poisons of the emotions continue to the same , never ending circle goes around my vein.
my perceptions turns into the delusions. and my delusions becomes what I percept. they want to run away from each other while trying to catch.
i can shut my eyes and believe that the Sun isn’t there. i can close my ears and pretend to not Hear what’s been unsaid. i can shush my mouth and assume that My Heart is not saying it all already.
thorns are always welcome for it's rose. I wanna Feel different. some feelings are Like a Phantom for the sake of their existence.
He floats, adrift over wine-dark depths, Veins of denial and luciferin, Dressed in silk ribbons, deceptive in their innocence, The discarded robe of a fallen monarch.
He glides, elusive, over nothing, solitary in his rule, Unmoored and untouchable, even to a hand offering solace, For fear that this same hand may tether him to an unsavory reality. Lying to himself, the king of falsity and bioluminescence.
There isnt any space left to hide I see you have caught up with me again old friend I thought I left you behind all those years ago When I escaped the ruins of childhood I see that you are a good detective Always one step behind me Always lurking in the shadows Just waiting to confront me But somehow I knew this day would come Didn’t think it would be today though Today was not the day I expected you I have spent my entire life evading you And now where else can I hide? I doubt very much you would understand And let me go this one last time? I don’t suppose I could elude you in a bottle of ***** Or perhaps some fantastic day dream Or even some other destructive pleasure? I see your face changing, getting angrier And feel your beckoning becoming more forceful But I am not ready to confront you now Please Mr. Past, be patient with me Depart from me this once again Today is just too soon My heart is not ready to feel your sting And my mind is too restless to think Tomorrow I promise to deal Give me another day to prepare myself Please once more, let me hide And you seek
Oftentimes intrusive thoughts come in moments we least expect. The worst ones are those of past hurts. Sometimes , just to avoid facing the painful memories, we hide in activities that may not be healthy.