It's empty space.
It's empty noises.
It's empty parallel.
It's negative vibrations.
It's full of emptiness inside.
It's outside not look like empty.
in a daze
write it down
so it doesn't
I’m loving these wealth vibrations
Through my body coursing
Filling me with warm sensations
Strong and reinforcing
Like sunshine lightly on my skin
Making that day brighter
Warming my soul from deep within
Making burdens lighter
Power surging, hope inviting
Filling me completely
Dreams are coming, quite exciting
Wealthy vibes warm sweetly
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I get just good vibrations.
My filter clear all negative particle and waves.
Is self the vessel that holds our souls?
or is the soul our true self?
should we look to our outer appearance and the world to define ourselves,
do we search for the love of self through what people see and say about us?
someone once said "self cant help self" what did he mean?
if self cant help self then who can?.. after all.. our self is the only
true companion we have in this world. here is one thing I've have learn.
when we love our self for who we truly are inside,we defines our essences and it is our essence that define us.
Since a long time before I know you
I was trying to picture how
My happiness looks like
Now, without any doubt
I know it, you to be true
The deeply placed eyes of yours
Speaks a common language I understand
I feel comfort with your vibes
The more I think, the more I find you closer
I intent to understand you, even more
With a futuristic goal
You can find a greater space inside my mind
A stimuli, never felt before
There you reside
Embrace a better version of ourselves
A lady with a beautiful soul
Will you allow me to write more?
What you meant to me
You are beautiful
Let me remind you, in case you forget.
Theme: Language of love needs to be simple, Let the naive understand
And the last, but
Theme: Pain is the strength, it teaches how to grow above it.
Sleep is sweet and soft, however
hard at the same time.
Most of the time, it's harder than it is soft.
There's a descent through heavy, thick layers of fog and
sometimes you get stuck in between, where
vibrations run through you, holding you captive.
It's a delightfully interesting sensation, but it's not sleep.
Sometimes I run there on my own accord,
for my curiosity has been stricken.
I feel like a destroyer
A dominant domain
On the left side of my brain
I feel words being
Taken from my soul
And lifted into another plane
I feel castrated
Drops of blood
Pour out of me again
I feel nothing
I feel creative scars
Trying to mend
Trying to help
But I won't let them in
I'm scared I won't be able
To block all the negative out
Which is intrusive and invasive
And never seems to stop
I feel soulful
The bread crumbles
In to rye
And I cry
Then I'll heal
Then this pain
Has been lost
Kept under wraps
Then what happens next
If looked at
What will I find
She knows who she is
The real is here again
I must end
To be continued...