down falls the old growth to be cut to pieces tumbles dropped into the ropes draped towering, it is now laid to rest down the forest floor becomes a new bed dread before, what comes next
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, name yours---;}
it is like I am waiting waiting for those arms that would pull me out it is like I am longing longing for the past to find its way back it is like I am fainting fainting for a fake and a caring tear it is like I am surviving surviving cause it is too late to take a turn to let go it is like the getting getting of the cold in the bed of the tire in my head and the pieces of glassed blood that is shed it is like those breathless moments are taking taking me down down down -----ravenfeels
What if the world was full of good people.
Would it be different? As we all are good at something, would it mean anything? The way they hurt you is also the way they show love to someone else. Can you judge them? Why is it like that then. Unlucky people who meet you at a time, You show them how to climb, Then they hit you, falling down, Shouldn't it be other way around? You are scared to show them now Because you fell ******* the ground. But it will never change. Put down your guard. You are scared to know, They won't. They won't be the only ones. Because world is full of sons, Who will be your low.
You and I,
We were walking on the moon. Not even gravity could bring us down. Not a care in the world, It was just us two. Crash landing, Home bound Was the last of what we wanted to do.
Couldn’t keep up any promises
Each one had its own stress Each one messed up parts of me Like the heart’s beating Around an empty guilt Allotting an awful feeling Eventually I stuffed it all down and deep But it acquired me an absurd satisfaction And it pushed me hard somewhere… Somewhere down and deep.
As legs hang on rusty hinges
the strides of doorways lesser long wisdom crisps its palms up to the hearths of winter on walks Older finds joy watching little jelly movers under the snowy leaves of autumn's fall There is freedom in holding back; experiencing exuberance perched high in cedar witnessing the now moments of a uranian world from a fifth dimensional view Knowing that Love sourced from the heart affects the observed just as true.
The Spiritual benefits of moving into the slow lane