silverpower

[silverpower]

Thoughts

-NoPressure

I am not afraid to die,

I am afraid of going insane.

I am not afraid to fall,

I am afraid of not getting up again.

All night I write, all my goodbyes.

I am not afraid of life,

I am afraid of not living' up to the expectations that I have created.

I don't know how many times I can take this,

Every time I see myself in mirror, I see someone else.

Am I living' my best, or I am creating a past full of regrets?

The weight of these debts is heavy,

Whenever I wake up, I want to avoid opening my eyes,

They feel so heavy.

Feels like I am not the driver,

My feelings are driving,

Just a passenger, going with flow,

Growing with flow, falling with fall.

It's so hard to handle my pressure,

It will get worst before it will get better.

I have to take these pills,

Pleasure is not an option.

Suffering, I am going to find in both of them,

Difference comes in the end.

Die in my eyes,

Live as a good memory.

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Conversation with a poet

Why are you alone?

Do you not long for a lover?

All autumns aren't orange, my friend,

I have embraced solitude, don't take me for a loner,

Influenced by poets you seem,

How do they talk in metaphors?

I am not a savant but I'll try to give you a meagre demonstration,

Suppose you are wounded, someone is applying your medication,

Imagine what a poet would say if he was that someone,

You don't have to say it twice,

Can you carry on with the illustration?

I have brought you some stardust,

Stars shall gulp your misery,

Memories have wrinkled faces,

These scars too will gradually fade into obscurity,

What an embellished description!!

Can you tell me something about seasons?

She fell from the sky,

Landing not rough but gentle,

As wind was her companion,

People called her rain,

She provided relief from the scorching sun,

Yet she was succeeded by the wither of autumn,

But going away she gave a promise to humans,

February will bring you blossoms,

How you weave words but not at random,

Tell me something profound to end our pleasant conversation,

If life is a road for people,

Some roads lead you home,

To your desired ambition,

With no exception of their final destination,

Poets fantasize about eternity in the abandon,

While life gradually rots them away in their concerns..

[silverpower]

Darling, I understand that life gets hard and sometimes these days will put you through hell. This life will make you regret that you're alive and question why you were born. Heck, even the people of this world will push every button you have and even try to push you off of a ledge. However, let me tell you something else I know...beloved, I know that you were born out of good intentions. I know that you were concieved out of love by the creator, if not your parents. I know that your life is a big piece of this world's puzzle. I know that attached to your existence is a beautiful destiny and a innovative purpose. I know that you are beautifully crafted and wonderfully made. I know that you bring so many good things to the table that others can learn from and need because of lack thereof. I know that you have a heart of gold and a mind of wonder. I know that you feel just as deeply as you fall into love. I know that your love is authentic and your efforts are pure. I know you have the best intentions for this planet, even though you haven't figured out yourself or this place called earth. Darling, I know tough times causes you to let go - distance yourself and detach from everything that makes you, well...you. But, oh my love...how I must warn you...please don't let go of everything. Don't lose control of who you are or why you're here. Don't wander off the deep in and become too far gone - to no return. Yes, this life is difficult but, with you here...my dear...it's so much better. You make days easier - a little bit more gentle and sound. And, I know it's hard to be optimistic in a cold world. Yet, I can't help but, believe my creator's plan when I look into your eyes and see heaven on earth, with a new world waiting to be created, again.

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Enemies to "I accidentally came across you while you were vulnerable and scared and I'm not a total asshole so I tried to help you" to "accidental mutual uncovering of softer sides and vulnerabilities" to "I can't be mean to you anymore, not out of pity but because it would feel weird betraying that brief truce we had" to "Fine I'll make an effort to be nice to you now I guess" to "actually now that we're not actively hating each other you're not so bad I guess" to "i think we're friends but I'm not going to say that because I'm afraid you're not gonna feel the same way" to "oh you also think we're friends? Great" to lovers

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House of Hummingbird 벌새 (2019)

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All tests should be open book. It’s not like your future boss is going to say, “I need those tax returns finished by noon, but don’t look at any of the financial statements. Do it all from memory.”

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“At least devils danced. All the angels ever seemed to do was cry.”

— K.F. Gecko  (via katefullergecko)

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the introvert poem

My mind is one part automatic, two part rain, and all parts AK-47 with my tongue off the trigger

I don’t miss

Gotta get niggas off my dick

Mans really sucking that shit like I be doing my thang to to his girl’s clit

Bold of you to think I was just quiet

All that talk, but nothing to show

Watch my flow tell depression to go

“You don’t pay no muhfuckin bills, get to steppin hoe!”

It’s not my fault

I’m done with that narrative

Imma write a new declarative

Don’t you shush me

Now that I finally can speak

You see my voice needed to be kidnapped so it could learn how to free itself

Bite off the ropes that hold you

Let your wisdom teeth growing speak true

Break box after fucking box with your claustrophobic ass

Those locks be damned

Past be damned

“Wallflower”

“Loner”

“Outcast”

BE FUCKING DAMNED

Labels are for the weak

I do not seek to be shitted on by the mild and the meek

While the thots lavish their looks

I will brandish my books

While the jocks break their bones

I will sit dressed in gold like a bad bitch on a throne

Throw your sticks and stones

Y’all just clones at the end of the day

And we all know how that war turned out

So leave it to the ones that think before they shout

#poetry #prose

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Since western media sucks and literally no one is talking about this, please reblog if you see this!!!

The IDF (Israeli Defense Forces) are forcibly removing Palestinians from their home in Sheikh Jarrah, a neighbourhood in Eastern Jerusalem, and giving them to Jewish settlers. This is not only supported by the government, but was ordered by it in accordance to a law claiming that these houses belong to Jews and they have a right to them. Once these Palestinian families are removed from their houses, they will become homeless. 

I have never disagreed with the Jewish right of self-determination and think that they deserve to have a state where they are safe from anti-Semitism, but when it comes at the expense of other people, MY PEOPLE, it is unjustifiable. When you are forcing people out of their home, a home which they have been living in since before Israel was even established, claiming you have a right for that house, that is just disgusting. When I am made to feel like a stranger in my own home, excluded and treated as a fifth rate citizen, that is unacceptable. 

 Also, this is happening just a week after the “Death to Arabs” protests by Jewish extremists in Jerusalem. 

[silverpower]

Please do your research! There is so much misinformation out there and a lot of lies.

Everyone should know the truth so please try to know as much as you can so you can spread awareness and help!

Free Palestine🇵🇸✌️

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Moist pt.2

The waters,

They fall and flow

They reflect and represent the purity I long to see within

A soul for every drop beneath the seas

A soul for me I long to see

#poetry #prose

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Moist

I wasn’t fond of being wet

The water...it felt too clean for someone like me

If society was to be pure then I would identify with the dirt stepped on and thrown away

An arbitrary decision to never dare be clean again

If the world saw how well you present the outside, they would soon ponder the inside

And that...was frightening

This, of course, was naive from the start

The waters were a mirror, they never told me I was ugly

The waters were a catalyst, I didn’t always win, but always grew

I was childish then and I am childish now

I made a mortal enemy out of a close friend before I had even realized

#mentalhealthawareness #poetry #prose #bipoc representation

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I wouldn’t question a dream

Yet I always seem to question my reality

I wouldn’t think twice about imagining unimaginable worlds and flying through sky and the seas

But, when I leave, nay, when I return

I find rocks pulling me down to earth

I find sticks supporting a sarcastic smile

For all the wishes I make when I’m awake

The dream grants them all it seems

Is that why they say you shouldn’t play with genies

I was lead to a lamp like a rat in a labyrinth

At the end, I find paradise, but I lose my soul

#poetry #mentalhealthawareness #prose #bipoc representation

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Would you have feared reaching out if no one smacked your hand the last time you tried?

#poetry #poemsoftheday

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where’s passion?

I find you sitting in a house

A house built out of the memories you’d hold at night and push away in the morning

Your eyes loom away from the daylight

Yet they gaze up to the stars, shimmering with the glow of reflected moonlight

This house is opaque when the rooster calls

No door to offer an exit or an opening

No windows to see past the walls

Everyone sees their favorite color when they look

They wouldn’t dare break through and risk chipping the paint

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But when that star sets

You pick up the game again

Hour after daylight hour spent in bed

Will you sleep away the world, thinking about being the boy or the girl?

I bet the nickname sounds less gendered, right?

Or will you reduce your emotions to a broken drum you try to beat along with your meat?

Another laundry day spent washing away the aftermath of all those boys that said no

A part of you knows it’s a problem, candy canes shouldn’t look like licorice after all

Do you wish he knew your mouth better than your sweet tooth does?

Or maybe you just want to skip the sugar and spice and show him everything not nice and see if he won’t run away

You do realize necrophilia is gross, right?

You can hide the formaldehyde in the pantry

You can douse yourself in perfume and say you really like the smell of roses

Opening up that closet was what you wanted

And there’s no going back

Their loved ones should watch the night

It’s when the ghosts come out

When the murder mystery is solved

When the witch is finally burned for sucking off the devil in exchange for a smile that isn’t concealer or foundation

Beneath the moon the house is transparent

The stars become candlelight guiding thine eyes towards broken glass

Ripped curtains

Ashen kitchen

Bedrooms all the same

And a busted door with muddy footsteps leading upstairs

The attic however is oddly clean

Scrubbed floors, a single soft bed with blue, purple, and pink linens with matching wallpaper

Unfortunately you’d have trouble noticing any of this with the burnt skeleton in front of the closet staring you in the eye

And the figure of a transparent man, or maybe a woman, staring at it, as if wishing with their eyes for a second chance

#lgbtpride #mentalhealthawareness #poetry #original poem #bipoc representation