that plows intimacy by the use of words
that imagines by the use of words
that touches by the use of words
that cries by the use of words
that dies by the use of words
that hates by the use of words
that loves by the use of words
that kills by the use of words
that wakes up by the use of words
that heals by the use of words
that you know by the use of words
that you want by the use of words
that paints, lives, teaches, grows, speaks,
works, hugs, cleans, protects, keeps, creates, listens, ...
by the use of words
that makes the world rise by the use of words
you expect the perfection
i expect the acception
what a negotiation
Is there a line that we all draw ourselves somewhere in the sands of time?
Marking the point in your life where, 'just beyond this, is crazy'?
Do you play with yours too?
Balancing, tip-toeing, peeking, backing up and
Running to the edge right before you
Catch yourself on the tip of your toe, to turn around and keep looking down.
The big jump.
Do we all wonder and ask ourselves?
What if I just did it?
What if I just did the THING?
The scarier thing for me is being stuck, sandwiched on the tightrope between just ******* jumping and never jumping at all.
I will be so forever consumed by fear that I will have no stronger enemy in the end other than myself.
the wolf howls
the bear growls
the man silently kills
I can't let you go,
Like the sun following the moon,
In circles we go,
Me chasing you,
You don't even know the extent of what I feel,
Leaving me alone,
Always without you.
-Jasmaan Singh Kamra
But nothing kills me more
Than not having you at all
bore knifes into my flesh
and bran me with your ****
i can bear the words,
wear my filthy name
so if you want my pain
you’ll listen now to me
you’ll fill up the tub
with my greatest flaw
soak me up in envy
****** the one i love
steal from me my pride
i’ll drink a tea of
Tears rolling down
Mind blowing up
But still a smile
Re wrote it to a shorter version
I have loved , and love I shall.
Forever more , till the ticking time tells
You won't come back , but I hope
I stoke the fire , like it hasn't been stoked
I Kindle the feelings , till they blaze
Your the only water I praise
But dehydrated I feel , almost squeezed dry
I know it doesn't help, with each tear I cry.
You've been gone for a year, is this a test?
To see how I take the time I have left ?
I feel like I'm running out of breath
Everyday is like I'm waiting
But a answer , I fall short of getting.
I feel there's a time limit for something
But I can't put the right hands on it .
All I'm left with is three hands
Two of which come to thought , now and again
But every second passes us by like we stand still