Nostalgia comes in shades of blue, brown, and pirate's purple. There are t-shirts and dresses in these colours out on display. Through the glass it isn't the mannequins but the remnants of those little boys and girls I see. I remember the day we lost a beachball to the strong gushing wind; she wore yellow. I remember the day we walked upon planks pretending as though it were fire beneath; he wore green. Nostalgia also comes in shades of yellow, green, and pirate's purple.
This is a little poem that I'd written in memory of my childhood, the friends I had and have whose faces are the same but are different now. I'd written this poem, it being the first thing that came to my mind when I read the word 'nostalgia'. Comments, critisism welcome. :)
Let's talk about life. Talk about pain. About the scars and let them speak. Let the cuts of the heart speak the story of the lines in your wrist. Let silence fill the place. let dance in between the nakedness of words That cut the throat and spread colors of sadness until someone young with the same broken soul come to hold your hand and to talk about tragedies and sing pretentious poetry and make your skin dance in the glass. In the same understandably manner and let watch **** and in the morning when they need you most leave them with the naked body and create one more heartbreak. one more grief. let create the happy face that no one gets to know How eyes ache in the closed room Where tears break the soul and let see everyone weep, let walk and run from everything that makes you feel the rain. And when the boy who lives next to me, tried to attempt suicide some days before. And said to me why are you so sad And smile like heaven and he continued let make love and get attached but not in name of love and create more love and love every day and one day I'll Vacated your heart. And give me one more chance to break your courage to live. Just one more chance to destroy your essence and one more chance to make love with you and one more chance so I can leave your life with tragedy. and He is too kind to me.
✧She smelled of flowers and vanilla✧ ✧Late at night you could hear her;✧ ✧She'd sing to herself quietly✧ ✧Just like her daddy always did,✧ ✧If you'd look close enough✧ ✧You'd see the tears in her eyes✧ ✧And the storm in her heart.✧ ✧She'll never admit it,✧ ✧But she does deeply miss him.✧
I keep filling my real life pages with poems,but i don't post any of them because i have this feeling that they're not good enough..
☆My head's in the clouds,☆ ☆My eyes are on the stars,☆ ☆My feet wanders in the forest,☆ ☆My fingers are dancing with the flowers,☆ ☆My soul's traveling somewhere east,☆ ☆But my heart remains with you.☆ ☆Sounds like i'm torn apart?☆ ☆No my dear,to be honest☆ ☆I've never felt so whole.☆
♡I love you,♡ ♡More than all the clouds and stars,♡ ♡Deeper than all the oceans and skies,♡ ♡Further than the horizont and moon,♡ ♡Louder than all the screams and fights,♡ ♡Warmer than the sun itself,♡ ♡I Love You.♡
✿I wish i could go to another world✿ ✿To start it all over again,✿ ✿Without the same mistakes;✿ ✿Without wasting half of my life✿ ✿just by being sad and alone.✿ ✿I want a new beginning.✿ ✿Please give me a fresh page ✿ ✿and a sparkly ink,✿ ✿Let me begin again✿ ✿I promise I'll do it right this time.✿
It is hard to find a light A moth drawn to the flame Because we have lost something special Oh, where are we?
It is hard to understand How life has changed We’ve lost our old selves Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human Standing all alone, in the dark? Is it because he can’t find the light? Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human Crying from his soul? Is it because he can’t find himself? Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human Trying to pull apart from the dark? Is it because the dark is blinding? Oh, where are we?
Maybe that human is us And we can’t find something missing We have lost someone long the way, ourselves... Oh, where are we?
I have written this poem with the thought of getting ourselves lost and then trying to find ourselves but being unable to. My intention was to never point this on to anyone. Not even myself. It is to all the people who are feeling like this with me.