I was in a two world collision on a twofold page enclosed by the book of politically correct
I don’t go by a hedonistic phrase but by the future of a humanity gone unsaved Showed me the way in every choice I made Swift decisions into future visions
By the agency of existence for the barriers standing as truth What is integrity? Perception In the eyes of you and me
The crackling sparkles of glass clinking when we say cheers
This journey is only a conversation in tangled forms
And the beauty of it; misinterpreted
There is a path of misunderstanding between the selves Bold and timid Harmed yet relentless Precise in its impact Churning substance into form
The reality of what we believe in a single word The silence of motion Doing the best we can to discover who we are Gains a lifetime in the moment
of confronting the new and answering time I’ve learned from the ghosts of my past errors The presence of the now is the acceptance of revelation An exchange of meaning is not only of ideas but of the freedom one allows oneself to feel from a life made into meaning
I thought I knew your words It was like knowing anybody out there A blank page in the book of Proverbs
Bait and switch Without the wisdom But you didn’t know it A lost pain of a soul... Brought a soulless protection to the fear You called me a scared little girl Little did you know I was my own savior.
What is it you said I needed? A so-called enlightenment? But who knew your darkness wrapped *** magik Could save vulnerability and attempt to destroy the authentic luxury inside of me. No. Only fake love in lust can do that. For Lust is loss and I’m not gone.
Then there was you and me again That night unveiled me The unevolved me Still knew I was going to make it out alive.
Sometimes we truly must experience the strange, the unhealthy, the unwanted, the unnecessary, the potential threats to our emotional safety and well-being if we are to understand the essence of resilience and healing. We don’t always know how or why or even expect ourselves to fall into those situations with others, but when we break free of them, truly break free mentally and physically, with the support and inner strength we all have within, our outer world will dramatically change to reflect the new being we have become through it and for ourselves. You can do this. Believe and break free of anyone who may be chaining you to a false reality not meant for you. That is the only way that you will begin to change yours and the one you wish to see. You deserve the best. Do it for yourself as the creator you are.
Life of millennials are so juvenile A day they walk down the stars A night they run through a beaconof light Encircled by a drape concealing darkness To baffle those minds with no clue left aside With no hope to survive Either to curb those filthy signs Or to get chucked in broad daylight Is this how those spotless minds Keep their body & soul together With lies and iniquity all together .
Life's so miserable and impolitic All we do around is so hasty With a bunch of ethics to live by All we do to turn Equality upside-down With a flock of literates heading through Under the norms of monestry All we do to be a cannibal out of misery Is this how we dream of a paradise, Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds.
What if a girl wants to live her life And breathe the air under no ties What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy, To fulfill every yearnings that come by And to be around those masses Who makes her feel devine. What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness Which she craves round-the-clock Even after she pampers indubitably Every requisite her spouse endures. No matter what she contemplates, Alas! Those desires land to oblivion.
This generation never fails to stagger Even if she suffers and serves Every needs of a man that deserves And ease his pique even if he resents. But a man never blunders to let her guard down Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause All he does to take control Over his priceless possession As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole.
This mankind never rue Slapping someone without a clue Even if there's no rationale to go through. Such a despisal is hard to ponder Even if a girl neither hold out against Nor cross swords against those odds Till there's nothing left to lose.
Maybe it's high time, One should stand audacious to those crimes To stand tall against the ferocity That beholds million lives Maybe it's time, To let go of those henious folks That make their life miserably unknown And oppose against those slaps That make them devour, As everyone's one and the same In the eyes of the impartial law.
Hope this poem directs each & everyone towards impartial justice and seek out for a better tomorrow.
Pray, seek not glory for thyself for love. Learn from the master: ‘Tis a waste in shame To think the earth and sky and wills to move, To think to make Heaven thunder thy name, To think that falling stars are thine to keep, To think that one converse with merfolk can, To think thou know’st the place where fairies sleep, Believe thou canst turn stone into a man. If such, thy sweetest idol, asks for blood, Wouldst thou grant it him, to appease his wrath? And even if he asked thee to do good, Look to his brow, if he a conscience hath; If such are the demands that thou hast done, Believe, he is no better than a stone.
I was getting good at it of convincing myself i've attained self-love repeating the expression countless times when i'd rather hear nothing scribbling small "i love you"s in pages i wouldn't get as far as to even writing a reminder poem when there's doubt i thought i had it until the world demanded "let there be isolation" living everday alone without anything to keep busy at i finally gave in and see myself behind filters, without censors and i saw no sign of love but judgements, insecurity, unworthiness even a notif from a family member saying they miss my presence sparked indifference because why would anyone want me by their side a girl who's been pretending she got all self-respect to have who knows who else she's giving fake love
I found you, In a cavernous room holding onto a single ember. You were small white and so delicate, Lost in the dark. An unwanted man, left to drink a vile concoction. One of duplicitous bitterness and maniacal laughter. Those were days without pause, All in an attempt to effect a wordless reconciliation.
Warrior Take a knee, You hold on, And breathe. You can dream in color now Your guise, chiseled of sprit Will endure. Your love, Will replenish.