I dream of a day!, everyday,
I don't know who far the day is, but i dream of that day everyday. The day where the lone shadow that lays behind me no longer lies aloof. The day where my voice no longer echoes through the hollow walls. The day where the song of my heart is heard. The day where my words finally make sense. The day where i salvage my soul from the ruins of my past. The day where i finally find myself. I dream for that day!, Everyday. and i know that you too, dream of that Day.
No amount words can ever truly console a heart that lays weary of itself.
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What keeps me holding onto my old self,
preventing me from casting it into past swells? Something detested, adored, hymned too, haunted, cancer ridden, inflamed, grieving and torn- yet beloved, pulled forward into an ocean of tomorrow and tomorrow’s swimming to hope or drowning in hopelessness, never knowing where my forgiveness exists or where my identity will be marooned, my crueler self will beach and be rescued or die in the unlit sun.
clump of lice afield with the prey was abruptly fired between her **** that this cantilever bucked yet would bone the cast upon her harvest moon only she made right turn bare
an autumn bear
A box of rusted feelings hides in the salvaged yard of my mind.
Jagged sorrows and broken promises surround the dismembered machinery, forgotten and guarded. The old dog with his once beastly growl, no longer cares who leaves or stays. The dirt below, slowly pulling forming his final resting place. Shabby parts like tired looks rot under thunderstorms of powering weather. Torn threads like once relationships, patched and torn asunder The Stacks pile high, a top the years of mistakes The box slowly sinks heaving more and more heartbreaks
A metaphor for the pain we pile up
Welcome to the informational age
We're enjoy the world of technology Never felt this modern world could emerge Magical world with braveness and courage. Welcome to the social media age As everything we do is on page We live like birds in a cage It makes us falling into a rage. Welcome to the insane and madness age To make headlines,create a **** sweet savage Can't believe we're on this stage But we are still holding our grudge. Welcome to the sweetest scientific age Your reputation,you better manage Like passenger manage it, as your luggage Saving it, save safe from the salvage.
every footstep taken
sinks slightly more into this marshland, into life into fear can i cast my hand out and have her catch it or will even the attempt be yet another misstep
in his cerulean fit always flight his fascination there with his striped shirt clean that wimples shall lie in bed with asters attached in beanie caps today tonight & tomorrow in bloom
Have you ever seen a bird of prey
Flying high above the sky so blue Even this heat that enduring the day Waiting to meet the bird of prey Up above little they known With no problem nor struggle as they flown Dancing like naked indians as i lay As i wait for the bird of prey Minutes gone by and he land beside me Helping me with my suffering Thinking it as a God wanting to feed me Save me bird of prey save me The bird move closer As my vision gone blunder Pain shook my skin and water surrounds my body Oh thank you for being death bird of prey