To heal, Journal they say Like a worm in the dirt Of my front lawn Sliding, pushing through Air pockets Arduous, unending crawl No words come To mind Where can I breathe
To heal, Journal they say Words don't come easy They fly up like Torn pages of a book Riffed, stolen letters of some name In the nameless wind Grasping what isn't there, A cynical continuing void
To heal, Journal they say My hands become deaf and blind The pages curl and mold Pen and paper inventing before I have begun All I have is the deep The deepest inside That comes here Traversing incredulity, while I cry
I'm a fool, Who has fallen in Love. Head over Heels and Blind. I keep blushing during the Day, not knowing what's there in My Mind. If I offer My Love and Gift wrap it to U. Will U make Me yours Forever Or will U turn it Down and Laugh at Me and make Me hang My Ears Forever. As I stand on the Steps of Happiness waiting for U to open the Door. Will U let Me into your fold Or will My Tears roll on to the Floor. The Last time, When I said I Love U. My Voice had begun to Crack. I'm that best selling Book, U never read. Lying Dusty and Torn on you Rack.
You ripped me away from my roots, my aroma, with every breeze, haunts you, your love for me, your memory can't refute, you hold me up to the sky, begging the sun to rip through the clouds, and you cry, hoping it'll bring my soft petals to life, but if I had a voice, I'd beg to hear heavens deny, just toss me back down, turn your back, don't turn around, that's what you've always been best at. ~SacredInkedBlood
I admit, I am a cleft man Torn between laughter and sorrow My laughter is like a cherry blossom tree Beautiful, bringing forth smiles and calm In a blink of an eye my leaves and fruits fall and rot Dissociable I become, bringing forth disgust and flies. Bare as I am, I give no shade - leaving my love to feel the scorch I bear fruit for you and the soil beneath me Is it the death in life that I fear or the life in death? How dare I lament my past on par as the future ? I am without words, just letters clotting in my every being If I never say goodbye, be joyful in my hello
Can I fall with grace Can I admit defeat like that instead I want to flail my arms Kick my legs Do anything to fight back against this But I don't think this battle Is one for me to win So can I end with grace
I don't think I have a chance with him again and even though I want to try so so hard I just don't think it's possible so can I just end it off in the prettiest way possible as compensation for my torn heart
once in fallen October a yellow far than closer maybe more red than what smells older
steps flashback to my death when I tried to find my swept breath maybe ten seconds left my world in mess at the train station still lost in words desperation maybe why I yearn today even for hurt in fascination broken feels hold immortal memories remain unfold maybe ringing phones would again shiver me in cold
in your stare felt like I was there maybe letters I missed from gazes tripping down the stairs backs embrace more than a lover's torn trace maybe how sometimes I forget your face when I swear to get rid to not show my heart stops acting in slow maybe longs paled my color once upon a time ago
never mine older than wine maybe a one tasted moment time drained my soul and called me helplessly see you living selfishly maybe all in my head in hope of the real of my fantasy
maybe the don't leave was a mumble created maybe honey drips cut like knives invaded maybe sweet carries of lots an essence when devastated
And we frolicked with our arms entangled under the stunning gleam of the moonlight. With the diamond waterfalls as witness, dreamy as the rainbow, cascading solace in our thoughts. We’re out of the gushing downpour. though we still hear and feel the water. Exalting how we climbed the higher and steeper trail with dangerous cliffs in thousands, we continued to hold hands. With even a tiny bit of love but a ton of hope, we eradicated fear and let the light come through. Merging us again into one! Reshaping, transforming, mending, stitching every hidden torn and burn.