#ourstory
Once
One
Oblivious to the pain of the world
And of herself
The split
Began
When she could not handle
Her reality
One
Became
Three
But they were not done
These troubled souls
Mourned
Together
Held each other up
But it was not enough
They were
Helpless
Doomed to watch their cruel fate unfold
So three grew into five
Five
Different
The same
Whole
Divided
They thought they were done
Five is plenty
But 6
7?
Must be
Better
Safety in numbers
A motley family
Concealed inside a single
Body
Pain
And safety
Dissociation
And protection
We are a far cry from that little girl
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
we take baby steps
in the right direction sometimes
we like the boy, we crave the boy, we support the boy
we loooovvvveeee the boy
what do you do when you like a boy?
i think you tell him...
sometimes you tell him so you can know
if he likes you too
sometimes you tell him
so he can know
that you like him
not because you want him to like you
it could be a plus
but this boy you know
you know he likes someone else
you like him enough to be happy for him
with that person even
or someone else.
but whats the point of liking someone
and them never knowing.
so tell that boy you like him
watch him practically run away from you
every time you try to talk to him
let him say yeah baby when he texts you
let him be afraid of you still liking him
text him and ask him if you are okay.......
the two of you.....
yes, you used to like him
but telling him you did set you free
weird right?
but it actually stopped you from dying inside
falling deeper each day.
and look at him knowing you dont like him
not any more.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
full leather brown circles, his
irises lightly lined black
a gaze so sharp, bliss
none from years of strife
a calm of pain held back, with
a smile that dripped honey
all so effortlessly.
oh how i miss those eyes.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
With the moon still up
Under the starry night
In my rambunctious mind
Between each thought
On dreams and nightmares
Across the twilight lit lake
Between loving and crying
Beyond caring, calling, and ripping apart love
In not fighting for fire
Without you and me
Against no odds to call you mine
Among mesmerizing lucid lights
From looking astrayed and losing contact
During the lows and lies of this so called love
Over this thought of us
Except expressing my inner thoughts of you
Past the depressing and anxious images
By the jubilant memories
Of witty wonderful pictures
Of you and me
Beneath these radiant stars
Above the beams of the moon
In a night not quite like ours
Upon the story of love and lust
Onto giving up on this fight
Without the stars, it’s a jet black night
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Our story isn't like
Those fairytales,
It's not all about
Happily ever after,
We just live happily
But not ever after.
Our story isn't like
Those fairytales,
It's not all about
Happy ending,
We just live happy
But it never ends there.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Colors blurred to a banausic bore,
Sights I crossed, sought my eyes no more.
Paths overused, they bore the brunt,
Of thousand hopeful feet that met the end.
All so familiar yet so strange,
What’s that my heart so craves?
Is it the fruit of seed, sown so early?
Or the bloom of desires, of my heart.
Choose I should, one path,
Can I not have it all?
Weigh, I must, of what that matters,
Or shall watch as many dreams shatter?
Some who came, made a choice,
Others just stayed, without a voice..
Many lost their battle of dreams,
That crossed their imaginary realms.
Hate I would, to do what all do,
Regret I shall, if I don’t follow.
Someone cry out for a piece of me,
Shall surrender all of me, in blissed peace.
Thoughts that bled in colors so wild,
Drained away as greys remain,
Nobody asked for a piece of me,
So I walked the path that was set for me.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Once
A man with broad vision
dreamt...
About the land of pures
Then
a man with excellent leadership skills
stood up to fulfill
the first man's dream
he gathered the scattered people
he fought for what was
righyfully ours
he turned the rouges into NATION
Togather they
suffered
sacrificed
bled
but yet the remained strong
holding each others back
against the cunning enemy
they were pure by heart
they had the golden soules
faith was running in their veins
thus they were granted
after years of hardship
with the most beautiful gift
the first man's dream was now a reality...!!
the man who dreamt IQBAL
the man who lead JINNAH
the land of pure PAKISTAN
the nation created PAKISTANIS
and this is OUR story !!
Independence Day !!
PROUD TO BE A PAKISTANI !!
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
Mine caru
Tis her name
Mine caru
A burning brightly flame
Mine caru
Sexiest appeal
Caru means amour in welsh language
Mine amour' so true
She's mine caru
Bastion to mine moral fiber
Yen of tenderness
Ardor to mine acquire
Inclination of ourn embryo
Eggs birthed as twins
Lost into ourn own conscious
Soulmates
Best friends
Though many knoweth not of that
Me and mi amour' surest do
Maby we canst teach thou
A love story far and true
Maby we canst reach thou
For the ones
With no king nor queen!!!
But
Tis ourn own story
This is the amare we bring!!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Its so hard to be near you when I feel this way
Trying to bite my tongue, not let the feelings show
But when you come close my heart skips a beat.
I’m losing my mind not knowing what to do.
Wishing everyone would just stop, leave it all alone
‘cause my heart can’t take this any more.
I can’t take this, but I can’t let go.
All I know is...
It feels so good, its not good,
How could it be so wrong?
I think back, I get stuck,
Don’t know which way to go!
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
Why can’t it just be simple?
I try stand, forget it,
It’s just so tough.
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
It’s so hard to know where you stand, stuck in this
Wanting to love you but I’m afraid of this.
When we’re apart, its you that I miss!
Wish I could bottle all my feelings, get rid of everything
Just stop these feelings ‘cause I don’t want to get hurt
Oh, I don’t have the strength too...
It feels good, its not good,
How could it be so wrong?
I think back, I get stuck,
Don’t know which way to go!
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
Why can’t it just be simple?
I try stand, forget it,
It’s just so tough.
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
Lets try and start a new chapter
Turn the page, lets start today, we’ll create our story the way we want.
Its so obvious that this can never be our life...
It feels good, its not good,
How could it be so wrong?
I think back, I get stuck,
Don’t know which way to go!
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
Why can’t it just be simple?
I try stand, forget it,
It’s just so tough.
(Why’s it so tough)
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
I wish we could, I’m hoping we could find a way...
Hoping we could find a way...
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
H I S , T O R Y.
From the Greek word histōr;
Learned, wise man.
Need I say more?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC