When the soul of an artist Rips apart Never will they embrace insanity
Simply They extend the wound To the depth Scratch it daily to make it raw Poke it often to keep it fresh Let it bleed And feel the pain They repeat the cycle And get addicted to it
And at the right time They blend it vividly Nurturing it with memory Crafting with precision To the abstract, from the scrap Giving life to it As a reminder Still Sincerely admire from afar And reflect A light of their own
And so much more....
Theme: Value human life Author's Note: If you constantly Pile your emotions Layer by layer One day It will gravitate Being a tear
there is a collection of beautiful things on the street at three in the morning. i know this because i am one of them; tomorrow, i will be human again, but tonight, i am divine. tonight, i am the beer bottle rattling, unbroken, sea-glass against the cobblestone. i have been seen and been consumed, which, at three in the morning (in a collection of beautiful things on the street) is the human experience. to live, divine— or something like that.
so, meet me in the neon lights. where am i? look into them as if the sun, and find apollo. there i'll be.
i don’t know how to get ahold of you. i know i love you but i’m still afraid to open up to you. i just feel so lost while trying not to hurt you. thought i was ready to receive, this prayer when i asked for a man like you.
tonight- i think we need to be more patient tonight- i just want to be in your presence tonight- coming to a realization love can’t be this dangerous this love can’t be this dangerous
this not good for you this is not good for you i can’t take your heart for granted hope you understand where i stand and this not good for you this is not good for you i can’t take your heart for granted hope you understand where i stand on this
Her point of view: She fallen in love, but soon realized she was not ready for the real deal of what she asked for. Taking a step back.
Over the years I would take pictures of myself on facebook but rarely with a smile, not even to look for attention and any love from anyone the reality was I have always hated how I looked, obsessing over my weight thinking if I looked skinnier I would look great. A few times in my life I had to deal with this inner battle head on and it did win me a few times I at certain points in my life rejected eating and enjoying my food; all the fat comments were so vile and rude; shouting your a fat loser. I had a period a year go of self defeat; the minor eating issue was hard to beat. I would get triggered by it if anyone mentioned anything relating to my weight; the echo's of the rude peoples voices would stand out in my mind keep repeating the rude comments your a fat loser; Even when people in my family were saying I looked fine and were more concerned about me. I now say to family or friends please do not keep mentioning about my weight and just talk about another topic there are lots out there talking about my weight only magnifies the obsession and on the very issues I was constantly trying to fight inside. I have now accepted them and dealt with the inner pain and battle in my own head; to accept and love my body image more, learn to be happier and eat more again love myself ignore the horrible cruel comments that have always stood out in my mind. The comments and thoughts are always going to be there but I shouldn't care so much about them and not let them control my life anymore. The rude people in the street might have won the battle with me for a short while but they haven't won the war. I chose now to eat and be more healthy and love myself again and that is the final score.
trigger warning - poem about body image and issues with food its more about acceptance and gradually overcoming it in my head beating all the rude comments from the people in the street.