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Fight
To be stronger
Than you think you are
Day by day
You’ll be stronger
Than the day before

This is how strength is born
“Don’t love” she said,
As she laid there swallowed by the blackness upon her bed.
Soaked in mascara and wreckage from three nights before-
Watching the days roll from behind closed doors..

“Trust no one” she began to explain
Over and over she drilled this into my brain,
She was the type to quickly point blame
Then turn to drugs and men in her cycle of shame-

I know Shame.
She and I aren’t too far from the same.
She’s frightened to be alone
And I’m frightened to be what she became-
Frightened our blood line determines our fate
It was wrong
For me to think
That I still have time
i just wanted you to know
that I've been reading your poems
your stories
your heart
and I too
bleed for these words
like you
and I hope
you read mine too
when your heart
seek for words
In the very early mornings
My self will question me
And still I will lie
As if there is a listener
As if truth and fallacy
Will get so entangled
By the shared utterance
That neither will be distinguished
And so I lie to myself
As many do
Until the sun rises on the lawn.
They say it's better to lose so you know what to do next time
Ok fine
What if you lost yourself in chaos & the exit you can't find
The person in the mirror seems to have fallen behind
I think I lost its blueprint, I lost its main design
I feel I'm constantly battling on the frontline
Life's wars, hanging on by a lifeline
life's buffet, on me it hungrily dine
I don't see the goal line, I cant see, I'm blind
Is there light in this world, does the moonshine
blinded I'm constantly stepping on land mines
With the voices in my head I'm entwined
telling me I'm not worth any shine
I have no spine, my existence asinine  
leave me alone, I don't want to die
I need to find the light, I need its guidelines
I'm being consumed, fighting, but still in decline
Will it ever change, will my mind ever revive
Until then, skating, I'll stay on the grind

As if like the rushing  of waters;
there is a pouring out
    from the Heavens..

A song..

No..  a voice;

Ah..   a whisper--
from Other-worldly  lips

There is a spirit,  
beautifully aligned;
  A movement..
a trembling of the hips

Floodgates  of Vapor
Floodgates  of Steam
Within the liquid,
Crystalline Luster

Falling down..
like words, Spoken



..Into the Unspoken words
  of an Unspoken Dream


"And the Heavens were rolling.."

https://youtu.be/5ab-wifmdsI?si=VXQojaR_Kx9AEyhy

❤️

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