#atm
At the moment you are beside me
As you read I hope you feel the depth of joy I feel every time I am blessed with your shape embroidered to my legs like the most intricate piece of cross-stitch I've ever seen
I am beginning to worry you will be embarrassed to be displayed next to such a ramshackle patchwork quilt
Threads so new and bright
Meticulously placed with attention and care
My stitches old and undoing in several spots
My patches come in many colors
Are randomly placed in a smorgasbord of different patterns
We clash worse than diamonds and driftwood
But I realized being shown next to me only exemplifies your perfection
And something clicks in brain
Maybe THAT is why we're so good together...
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
The last few days have been hard
Nothing different except my mood
I've pushed all away
No appetite, no sleep, no cares
No happiness, no joy, no love
Only an emptiness inside
That I try to fill in vain
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Friends are our WiFi connection to life,
An ATM card in need,
A key that turns our sorrow into a smile,
A balm for our pain,
A moisturiser for our success,
Guardians of our secrets,
A rocking partner , a soulmate.
The foundation of a good marriage is friendship.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
I always get myself into this mess
I always let him tell me I'm smart, I'm pretty
I always let him tell me I have a nice smile, I'm amazing
I always let him tell me I have a great personality
And that he loves me for all the right reasons
And that I'm way to good for him
And I believe him
I believe every word that comes out of his mouth
Thinking he will catch me
When I hopelessly fall in love with him
But alas, that will never be my reality
He will never catch me
Instead he will message other girls while we go out for dinner
He'll comment on their instagrams while I'm sitting right beside him
And of course he will sext them, because what I have to offer will never be good enough
But for some ********* reason
I still can't stay away
And I get myself into this mess
Because for I am a hopeless lover and dreamer
And the will be the death of me
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
This world of color truly touches my heart.It bursts from imagination, into creation, into being and into destruction.
This is an endless cycle, a cycle of life and death. Ideas come and go, just like people, except for the exception, that sometimes they come back.
Like a blooming flower, imagination buds from the senses of the world and blooms into existence. It's petals unfurl and explode with life, with all aspects of simplicity and complexity. Already born and grown as it is, it flies, shooting like a star, but upwards, towards the sky of promise and freedom. As it flies, it sheds both light and darkness, and drops knowledge and wisdom upon the world all over.
But only the people who keep their doors of imagination open, and only the people who know how the world is for what it is, and only the people who's hearts are open to hope, can see them. And only they can catch it. And only they can hold onto it and let it run freely in themselves, until the time comes when that knowledge and wisdom, when that creativity and hope, and all the wonder in it's light, may finally be unleashed upon us all. Only these people hold the key. Only these people, will save us all.
Are you a child of imagination?
And are you a child of hope?
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC