#instagrampoetry
(Chorus)
I never wanted to leave
I will never be free
The light is calling to me
For me to have peace...
-Descovia
My mind runs deep as the ocean, thoughts are tides filled with memories that slowly merge it's way through the sand, but still existent within the water.
Ocean of sadness, I hear you sing so beautifully! Feeling every part of me, sinking and drowning into semantic memories. The tide pulls in my mind. Drifting away, to escape the pain and miseries.
I sought vigorously to become immortalized in your heart, where my home suppose to be!
Diminished of my energy. Eventually this will be the end of me. This is not temporary, if you could truly see.
Terrors in my heart surfacing. Ocean. Sea. Hear my plea. Please set my burning soul free!!!
Thank you so much for your well being, knowledge, protection, dedication to survival, unlimited appreciation, patience and understanding to my growing light as well as demons surrounding us!
(@clairastudillo on instagram)
This collaboration wouldn't have been possible without you.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
Recovered, head down,
knees clenched
Legs still won't walk her home.
Skin wet and heart drenched
listen to words and candid tone
and accepts her returning reverie
with a sip of the bottle of bravery
Yes, it was an awkward time
- amp
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
I listen to the sound
of the waves.
Looking for a clue,
an echo of your silence.
And I patiently
wait for you.
Like Amphitrite
waited for Poseidon.
Sandoval
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
A rose only grows
by getting watered,
and being
acknowledged
by light. Same goes
with love.
Sandoval
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
You can mend a
broken heart,
but never with the same
string twice.
Sandoval
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Thirty seven thousand feet,
in the air.
Scattered towns
look like tiny galaxies in the night sky.
I could write a thousand poems.
But all I can think of is
the magic in your eyes.
Sandoval
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
I looked up to him, as he stood there,
right in front of me.
I felt the stars burning inside
my clenched hands.
I wanted to touch him,
with this hopeless light running
through my long thin fingers.
The moon was imprinted
in his eyes,
and I could count
every constellation of his freckled countenance.
But, I could not yield.
He was a black hole, and I was the sun.
One step closer,
and he'd take my whole life.
What do you do with a love like that?
If not love from afar.
Sandoval
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Is it worth me asking anymore?
Do you tell the truth
at all?
© John Paul Fraser
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
She could see it in his eyes.
He was leaving soon, and it was too late to try.
She wanted to scream "stay," but in their silence,
she understood it was goodbye.
Sandoval
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC