I don’t like the days and I don’t like the nights.
I only like parts.
I want to enter the part where I enter dreamland.
Even while awake later.
Just outside flying with the wind.
Being what I want to be.
For once and for all.
I want peace and dreams.
In the dark and sometimes in the light too.
But not too light, I became allergic to light.
Cause this life has left me burning and not able to face the brightness of another difficult day.
And the sounds are so horrific that they take my soul to leave it lost in space.
And my body cannot move.
It’s lying there still.
is the glue
to my broken dreams
No one questioned.
Scars lined up
I proudly wear
In day hour.
A numb torso
With freezing hope.
There is beauty.
In still parts.
If you focus on the pain
Mild sore aches or strain
Does it fade away
Enough for long as
sun does with shade
Measurements of mixed context
The more we sit inside
Idle minded led astray
Nature's chemistry in flux
Medication stimulating parts of the brain
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To you I am like the winter snow,
There is only this much of me you will ever know,
There are darker parts of me buried under the snow.
There is so much a person will know as much as you are willing to show. No one can ever know all of you but you. You man seem as beautiful and fascinating as the snow but know one will know the inner dangers covered underneath the snow.
As time passed
We forget to laugh
Invested in materialistic
******* apart, the joy of heart
As time passed,
Not even mirror can tell
When we came crashing
Coercing the internal
As time passed
We forget to love
Our own ‘vitality’
my friendship is yellow
my friendship is being your favorite color
you are falling and you don’t realize until you hit the bottom and your fingernails have dirt underrate them from digging and digging because your skin has been white-hot burning for so long the air against your skin as you free fall felt like relief
and i know i was alive once because i can still hear ocean waves crashing in my ears
distorted by ***** wine glasses
you aren’t here
but i’m starting to think you never were
through the swaying leaves of almost-summer,
not yet humid but enough to wear your favorite green sandals,
enough where you are not yet care-free,
but you can almost taste it
like strawberry juices dripping down your chin
I will write a paragraph
The pamphlet will be announced
They put our photos at that document
The passage is remarked
All left the speech, went to the image
Mine, that is the great fault
All these me in great advantage
The war inside me made great damage
I said after I heard some words
If they saw hers the projects will be advanced
The jealous took my hearts
My heart divided into parts
Every part became heart and enemy
Carrying weapon and army
I shouted and cancelled the project, finally
the love makes one see te world into the eyes of his beloved