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Monica Mourad Feb 20
Eyes open eyes shut

Light flutters in like mist then fades like a silent wind.

Sunlight moonlight sunrise sunsets

Shades of light and darkness that emanate life.

Chaos and peace coexist within each transition.

Such is life and such is happiness…
shades of life and light
irinia Sep 2022
Poetry is the weeping eye
it is the weeping shoulder
the weeping eye of the shoulder
it is the weeping hand
the weeping eye of the hand
it is the weeping soul
the weeping eye of the heel.
Oh, you friends,
poetry is not a tear
it is the weeping itself
the weeping of an uninvented eye
the tear of the eye
of the one who must be beautiful
of the one who must be happy.

by Nichita Stanescu, translated by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru
Khaniek Dec 2021
Why does the caged bird sing?

I wanted you to see me.
That I was ready to fulfill your every desire.
Your smile, laughter, your cries... your tears mean so much more much more.
I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to see your dreams come true.
You could have been so much more.
My every moment, my reason for being.
A love that gives unconditionally to those unwilling to receive,
my foolish philosopher, all these things and so much more.
I am starting to think "you" will never exist.
In these moments while reflecting I see how "he" could never be "him".
Thus this life, the reason for it, I haven't found it yet..

The caged bird sings because,
…birds sing.
I've stopped imagining what a love life would be like. From what I've seen it's hard not to be pessimistic. The thought that nothing last forever is really troubling to me.
Liam Mar 2021
I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again
Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain
Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to
The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you
Cause I haven't really always done the right thing
And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting
I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling
And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing

But that's what family's for
And I had rarely felt that feeling
But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating
If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and
If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing
Arunima Nambiar Jul 2020
At night, stars are trying to being perfect by twinkling.
Moon just keeping his stunning look.
But she who always being herself born with dark circles and having thin spectacles is still writing poetry by using her untidy heart...
Flow with your creative spirit....
Maryna Zhubryk Mar 2020
Blaming myself that I am not happy makes no sense, everyone has already decided upstairs, in the air my fate hang. I look like leaves that swirl in the wind.
Vince Lemuel Dec 2019
i had given all the reassurances in the world, and yet the doubts under your tears are there to destroy me
merry christmas,everyone! let's enjoy every moment we could possess :)

PS: written way back december of 2019, what year it was.
Acina Joy Aug 2019
The rain comes.

A lover cries.
A farmer rejoices.
A lost man is renewed.
A friend has been taken.

Wherever you are, wherever you've been. It is the same.

The rain comes.
If you want an anime recommend, watch Dororo, and specifically, episode 6. I got inspiration from there. :((
Harley Hucof Aug 2018
I resonate
Smiling down from my room
Expectations kills reality
Just as reality kills fantasies

Are they my friends ?

I see the enemy in front of me
He is fearful and he is mocking me

Whispers and looks
Dishonest insects trying to be the center of attention in the room

I am aware of them
Their masks and uniforms
Their scent and their many forms

It is easy to be seduced
But not anymore
I will not be used

There are still many shapes for me to become
Wisdom is the opposite of freedom

I see the enemy in front of me
He is laughing and he is looking at me

I want to end this but he is not letting me

I see the enemy in front of me
Suddenly everything is clearer
I am looking at myself in the mirror

I can't feel anything

But i resonate

Words Of Harfouchism
I am my own enemy and my ego is stopping me from being happy
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in happines

i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in sunny day

i just want believe
i just want believe
i just want believe
in blue sky

i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in happy life

i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in pretty day

i just want believe
i just want believe
i just want believe
but i can't

i want believe
but i can't
i want believe
but i can't
i want believe
but i can't
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