the bright light
what a sight
it's your soul
making me whole

the last part
to complete my heart
i was made for you
and you know it, too

promise me the vow
i’ll marry you now
we’re meant to be
just you and me

L & E

My voice never seems to be loud enough

To break through storm in your mind

I can never seem to get through to you

No matter how hard I try

Your breathing is sometimes so shaky

Like you're trying not to cry

Why don't you give me your burdens?

I'm here til the day you die

Paint a bitter picture
with a letter full of truth.
Let it be offensive.
Let it be uncouth.
Even if it hurts me
Have your feelings be outpoured
because I'd rather be
rejected
than to simply be
ignored.

The appreciation of others lives is interrupted by an advert.
Their online presence which plays like a sequence of a dream
A constant flow of images and words. A film of poetry.

I think. What if everything was interrupted by an advert? A non-stop of unnecessary and unwanted reminders to snap out of whatever we focus and rely on to get us through our day.

It's hurtful. I want to live through the videos of beautiful people , I don't want to be prevented from being comforted by capitalistic crap.

Listening to music
While tears falls
The Music hit's hard
While the heart..
Gets scarred,
Every word we hear
Every melody:
Every tone
Is heaven to our ears
And pain but pleasing
to our heart,
The pleasant sound
it resonates,
It may heal ones spirit
It can also ****
One's will