#findingpeace
Closure isn’t a neatly tied bow,
not a chapter that ends when we say so.
It lingers in the spaces between,
in echoes of words that were never seen.
It’s learning to live with the quiet refrain,
with questions unanswered, with love left in vain.
Not every thread will find its weave,
not every heart gets time to grieve.
Real closure is walking away unafraid,
knowing some endings will never be made.
It’s making peace with the stories untold,
with messy goodbyes and hands left cold.
So here’s to the silence, the pause, the regret,
to things we move past but never forget.
For maybe the truest closure we find,
is knowing some doors stay open in mind.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
There's a part of me, that I thought died.
This part of me sees, the God(s) in me.
Many split personalities. Divide all realities. Energy and thoughts all for inhumanity.
The versions of all indenities, fighting for my sanity.
I want to live....
I want to die ...
The darkness. The light.
What is the meaning of eternal life?!
LIFE wants to give love unconditionally and Death is absolutely lustful as we see.
Controlled chaos inside of a beautiful
catastrophic tragedy. If I cursed my godly essence, is this blasphemy?
Trapped within myself, in a comforting prison, to never be free. I can hear you calling out to me. Never, was this the way, this is suppose to be.
One day, I will go (die) ghost, hopefully....
Through more eyes, have open the realization. Deceived by unworldly hallucinations. Cannot go against time or creation! Praying for salvation will come before my reincarnation!!
I don't want to live...
I don't want to die....
The other part of me.....
calling out from the other side....
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
Our life intervenes
Somewhere betwixt and between
Simply existing
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
I used to grip your hair in my hands
you choked me sometimes
it wasn't all in lust
I scratched your back so hard
I left marks
and I'm sure there was dead skin underneath my finger nails
You didn't like to kiss when you expressed love physically
I didn't mind because kissing preoccupied me
We met on the same wave length of dysfunction
and our vibrations created a dimension in which we could disappear in
You would stare so deep into my eyes
that you would see past them
Sometimes we cried
but we never stopped
you were so gentle
But you hurt me and I don't mean when we did things sexually
I mean intellectually
out of all of our destruction in the act of reproduction
I only ever felt hurt through your words
What I would do to lose myself to you again
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC