every now & then
my mind is sprinkled with powder dust
i can barely make out...tell apart
it all seems too much
during this moment of time
i slip through the cracks of roads
that lead ordinary people to success
Withered leaves and hopes lost…
An intensified longing of budding unreal shoot.
You are those conceived ideas consuming my thoughts
You are living for personifications and by metaphors
So many emotions waiting
For the right words to be described
And here out of words
Only the ingenuity of true poets
could describe the indescribable.
And here I'm writing things
Some are those which describes me
Some that I wish I could be
But the only thing I want to write here
Are words which you require the most
Should I tell you how broken I'm
Or should I just describe how bad I'm with everything
So you could atleast relate to something on this world
To just tell you that you're not alone
Or maybe I could write the ways I'm trying to heal
Anything you want
Anything that can i help with !!!
To all the people who need help if you want someone to talk to I'm here ❤️I may not be a therapist but I will listen to you
Poets constantly compare
saying “this” is like “that”
If there’s anything I learned from comparison
It’s how it can **** you slowly as a poison of expectancy.
So, to put it simply,
You are not like anything else.
There is no comparison to you,
Because you are you and nothing else I could ever describe can come close to you.
I dunno I’m on my way to a forensics meet and I’m in the poetry category. Hope it goes well
No poet can aptly verse
How beautiful she is...
Her golden hue mesmerizes
And me it freezes...
The harmonious voice
Now I miss and wanna hear...
She's an expert magician
In psychokinesis she specializes...
So far, yet she moves my heart
It booms inside my chest...
My HP Poem #1762