Splinters of glass rip through my chest I can feel my heart breaking and I know it's a mess Grief fills my lungs with liquid, like swimming pools for my emotions I wonder what's the right decision, when everything feels so broken Some days it's hard to stay, but leaving would tear me to shreds Back and forth and back again, until theres nothing left See, I know enough of humanity, to trust I'd learn to breathe again But the thought alone is devastating, like losing a piece of me instead I have thoughts so problematic, I will only tell one person Because if I'm honest I'm kind of messed up, holding sins inside me like organs My cards tell me three's a party, which means I'm the odd one out The universe once gave me hope and peace, but now she feeds me doubts
Tarot cards obliterated me with a year forecast that makes sense and hurts my heart
We like to see the things, black and white... We don't want to get into, What's wrong... What's right...!? Struggling against the situation, we usually forget our power and might... When the day feels heavy... We write, to keep our mood lite...! We dodge the darkness of trouble from our powerful word's light... Observing the nature, from the start of the day till the end of night...! We pour our thoughts and imagination on the paper, when we start to write!
Wasn't active here from last few days... Coz of my sem. Examination... But now my examinations are finished... And I'm back here again 😅...so again, I'll start exploring new poems... And 'll try to interact with most of the writers 😊😊...
Triumph with diversity. Not knee deep in Not wading despite the extra gravity. But with - taking it with me on my journey making me who I am building, i.e. a stronger, fuller me triumphing in the company of those who walk ahead of me who know what it will take me to more fully glory in my whole me. Come with me. Let's triumph with diversity.
you with your soft blues and lyrical words you whisper my name and i see rolling green hills and sapphire sunsets each syllable a prayer on your lips your breath brushes my neck and i know in that moment i would follow you into hell and back just to have you to myself a little while longer.
- forever running to or from trouble, as long as it's with you.
it does nothing but forces me to fall in love with the softness from the people i let hold me. one after the other. love after love. i always listen to the rain too closely while i let the fourth lover of this lifetime take me in his arms.
he isn't listening to the rain.
he's letting his imagination run wild with the possibilities and scenarios that could take place in this room. my imagination runs to another lover who listens to the rain and imagines me too.
the rain is a nuisance. it falls too softly—the name of my burdens whispered against it.
never will i ever understand why my mother named me after something so troublesome.