In the blink of an eye, people, events, and things have changed People easily moved on and coped with the endless changes. While here,
I was left alone, still struggling to get up And even though I slept for so long, the tiredness won't leave my body.
Well, perhaps, while lying in bed and thinking of the unending reasons for
living, While the drifting winds and coldness of the night might get the best of me
once again,
It left me wondering: What are the odds that I will live? Is it likely that I will leave?
And yes, thinking deeply might help me sometimes.
It's undeniably killing me too. The endless self-sabotage of being incompetent and unworthy of love and endless dreams you wish for just to escape from this reality.
Isn't it great? People can't tell them apart? Isn't it great? People say it's normal.
Isn't it great? No one knows I've been drowning for so long. And now I'm too tired of to ask for help?
Now tell me, do you think I need to shout so you will know I'm okay?-
I often hear people saying this,
Hey, what was the matter in calling a person' fat as fat ' , why did that person feel bad about it.
No one feels bad by these words fat or thin Rather, they are troubled by the thing and the moment that caused their condition. If someone is too fat or too thin, then once listen to the pain and struggle of their past, then make fun of them!
One's today's face is seen with the shadow of his or her past.
If you got happiness by hurting someone's heart, then what did you get?-
When you first, held my hand I've no clue how I felt
You taught me, what life could be Always there to be my friend
All my fears gone, I'm no sorrows' home For you, always, fought them for me
With you by my side, I got no reason to hide
Even when those shadows haunt me But now I realize, would my apologies ever surmise!
Would you forgive me for me?!
I still, remember the day when you,
were told you're no good at all, I left you
Abandoned in tears for castles and fears and everything else that did never appear
And now,
I'm surrounded by all sorts of ghosts and them cannibals Trying to flee but no door I can see and feel that I need you,
the most..
Oh mother, how I miss your grace,
I miss your love, I miss your words
The songs, you made for me, The swing, you swung for me
The tears, you shed for me
The love, which was meant for me
If I ask you now..
That need you mom Would you be there..
Could you, be, here....?-
My heart brims with emotions when think of you
My mind full of thoughts and memories of us holding hands
and you looking at me with gentle eyes My tummy tickles from the butterflies that you bring
My eyes full of tears when I miss you or get to be with you after an eternal longing full of misery
Would it still be less to say no more,
or to confess I love you and have always been in love with you !!!
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An Ekphrastic Tribute to "The Starry Night"
How could the night not be starry,
When the eyes would only dreams carry.
How would the thought be boun,
In the zoar while feeling gentle fresco of zephyrous dawn.
Of a hamlet with Alpilles
Facing cypress,
Artistically painted a night of June,
Showing the inner turmoil in constellational stars with the yellowish moon.
Yet the courageous hope whitely rhythmal is drawn, Like manly movement of Ted Shawn.
"The Starry Night" will always be illustrious with its splendid hallmark, It will keep on shining stars for the despondent souls in despairing dark.
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UNSPOKEN WORDS
The words that rise within the heart,
But are kept unsaid;
They fail to tell, the truest Desire within; There are words that hover on my lips;
And they remain silent.
Listen to the words from my heart;
Hear the echoes of what feel;
Within me lies
the truth of my unspoken
Words;
Hear it now and know the real me.
I felt contentment in your real love;
The warmth I felt around you still comforts me;
Did you find comfort in my arms?
Or was I just a fragments of your thoughts...
By my words and by my feelings:
Did you read my thoughts and saw through me?
hear our words constantly;
Not knowing if that is what you really felt, These are words UNSPOKEN...-
If every road that you walk on,
Is going to lead You to Me.
Take the Longest route.
But shorter than Infinity.
Then tell me all about
How you found me:
I'll add that part as
The prologue to our love story.
But in between,
if we mess up.
We'll take a step back to catch up.
Let the fog,
settle itself For us to see.
If it's meant to be It will be.-
I see all these words -
weaved and weaved again,
owned and bereaved again,
searching for a love.
never recieved,
but so in imaginations;
but so in creations;
and then i see the words weaved and weaved again,
empty of the love so desperate of
never felt,
all of which they weave about,
leaving irony as their rhyme.-
I say, 'I'm fine, you?'
I said it not because I'm fine,
But you're fine with hearing it,
Your pretense of care remains intact,
When I'm torn and tattered, in fact,
So just know that
The next time you ask me if I'm fine,
I'll tell you the truth,
The anger, irritation, annoyed that you'll feel,
That's the "fine" I tell you,
Then I'll ask you, 'How are you?'
Then I'll too expect, "Fine"
For once, burn my mask
And will give you the match-stick to burn yours,
Let's see if you'll be "fine" with that.-
If every road that you walk on,
Is going to lead You to Me.
Take the Longest route.
But shorter than Infinity.
Then tell me all about
How you found me:
I'll add that part as
The prologue to our love story.
But in between,
if we mess up.
We'll take a step back to catch up.
Let the fog,
settle itself For us to see.
If it's meant to be It will be.-