But sometimes instead the weight doubles We carry something for so long And suddenly we don't know what's going on Dreams can shatter It feels like nothing will matter We try to move on forward But we realise we feel cornered Things happen yet time stands still Time passes yet it all stands still Life goes on.
they may carry children with cotton-candy-tinted glasses, or adults who nudge the world to align with their visions, or the elderly who see a path of golden light ahead of them, or animals who always beam around their fellow humans, and... they carry children with shoulders that know the weight of the world or adults who see their dreams shattering all around them like a broken mirror, or the elderly who can only see gray clouds, wondering when the darkness will lift, or animals who are suffocated by the noise and crave the fresh air and blue skies. these vessels carry more stories than the number of stars in this infinite universe.
110 The cursed number 110 In bone and blubber 110 The taste inescapable 110 My thoughts are nonsensical 110 Shrink it further 110 To be skinny I'd ****** 110 The burden of weight 110 All myself I hate.
When I say something It means something When I say nothing It means many things Unconditionally I love Conditionally I unlove I am friends if untouched Foe if recklessly touched Scrambled egg or egg fry I make of the liars lying Poetry of poetasters Doesn't qualify in their eyes Weight of their degrees So high They crumble under Light weight poems of small fries Gate keeping suits them Guarding security risk to their life On HelloPoetry Poetry good or bad Instrument of healing On HelloPoetry Poetry an instrument for feeling Nobel laureates You aren't dealing!
Randomly written without much thought. May be reflection of the subconscious.