on rarer occasions, the venom reminds me of everything I could have done but, for one set of reasons or another, didn’t. Several of those missed opportunities have names, and in my youthful lack of grace I–while chasing my dreams–lost them.
Sarebbe bello aver qualcuno con cui parlare.
‘Gdybyś był obok wszystko byłoby łatwiejsze’
if brutal honestly was acceptable
id ask you to sleep over just to feel
your warm body next to mine
i wouldnt want to fuck you but
i would want to kick you out the
moment i wake so i can shower and
start my work. i really cant handle
anyone being in my space, specially
when im trying to work.
Hi guys I need your help!
1) Desperately needing poetry prompts to complete my poetry pamphlet (for my poetry module).
2) A lot of what I write is around personal experiences usually negative ones and written from an angry place because this is what I relate to. Am I the only one who can only write good poetry when it’s personal?
Ahora yo me encargo de mí. Sigo en el camino desde hace meses. Quiero buscarme, quiero encontrar mis alas, recoger mis trozos.
Life; the noise
Between the two
Just look at the flowers, how simple they are.
They only need water, sun, oxygen, and ground.
And they can grow into the most beautiful art.
Yes, flowers wither over time, but at least they are not made of plastic.
Be like flowers - NATURAL.
Jak to jest mieć przyjaciół i dogadywać się z ludźmi, znaleźć bratnią duszę i takie tam?
Nie ma pojęcia
I peer out my sights into the darkness
as I wonder who can see the farthest
I study alone on the empty floor
trying again, finding an open door
I weep in my sorrows as I collapse
every place I go, it has its traps
the ignorance is bliss.. they do not care
not many have positive vibes to share
A calm breeze rushes past me when I glance
the beauty that attracts me, in a trance
if the world hates me, then I will be kind
expressing my true colors that I shine
I protect my family from the storm..
I pray for the heroes to fight the swarm
life will test us, breaking us all down
I keep looking up at the one true crown
the sky.. the beautiful heavens up there
such a light that is brilliant.. its glare
amidst such trials, we reach the triumphs
I am still optimistic.. I take the jumps
fighting through the hell that projects its hate
a love that is forever, after fate
they might take advantage.. but we fight back
why do we hate, whether white or black?
they will keep separating and divide
but the spirit will connect us in time
connecting the dots in every part
exerting the vibes that we hold in heart
we are capable of amazing things
fighting off the chaos that the bad brings
achieving great heights, inspiring more
birthing the new at its central core
I keep looking up, at the aether sky
staying strong amidst such demons that lie
we shatter the perception we have held
breaking the barriers, out of this shell
no matter what happens.. I will smile
I breathe out the air that will last a while
I release the tensions I have held in
wondering if this life will be bright again
I collapse on the ground, sobbing soft tears..
I have failed so much in all these years
this us an option that many do face
the light at the end is what we do chase
with so much going on, we feel lost..
he saved the world, by dying on the cross
another chance to get back up and try
before the day starts, I heave a huge sigh..
the light you shine will make the path more clear
having a faith when there is so much fear
we send the message.. but few will listen
it seems like I am stuck in this prison
with the noise so loud, the silence will give
it speaks volumes, a reason why you live..
so let’s keep fighting and embrace each day
enjoy each good moment.. we work, we play
each part is a piece that connects the dots
in each corner, loose end.. we tie the knots
good afternoon on this peaceful filled place,
observing the awe in this wide, grand space
humbling ourselves to the giants
that protest the doubts, that are defiant
shattering what was once impossible
with countless attempts through each obstacle
they inspire us as we do follow
as we fight the beasts that try to swallow..
the power we hold inside will never fade
it sparks a ripple effect, a cascade
washing away the bad that does reside
as we keep hoping that it will subside..
to close this passage that I sing with love,
to the angels that came down from above
the intense pressure we all endure
will soon pass like all things that come before
I hold you close and protect you from hell
your story will be known as you do tell
but for now, live for the page that you write
no matter what, it will soon be alright..
Blonde hair 🌷🔥
May 30, 2020
Moth flutters its wings
Energetic from the light
Smacked by a swatter
I got too many thoughts and too little time to sort it out
I tried to help. But you were too selfish to admit that your habits were toxic , the people around you were fake , your self love was low and your attitude was off… I kept trying to help you without forcing anything but you pushed me away. We were not meant for each other … I was just there to give you signals to wake up from this nightmare ….
We don’t remember days, we remember moments.
People think a soulmate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
Eat, Pray, Love
I cannot sleep.
Oh, that’s right…
You’re in my dreams.
Write a story where your main character is looking at a picture of him- or herself. The memories from the day the photograph was taken, was far from happy.
La stanchezza mentale, spesso, è più stancante della stanchezza fisica