I remember the day i left
I knew it was already dead
I saw deja vus
Of leaving you
Life was just so weird
You weren’t my twin flame
Our love wasn’t that real
I saw visions of her
It seemed like you
But you were a test to come through
Love tests to prepare me for her
All this pain was worth in the end
I know that i will never see you again
I learned that you killed your child dreams
So sad too see you go that way
Now i am open to my twinflame love
Now i will finally meet my divine partner that i’ve been waiting for so long
My energy never dies
Even if i die
I will be still around
No need to doubt
Lived long enough to see who is true
Lived long enough to realize that some people really have no soul
Chosen ones are the empaths
Those who show love and can read peoples’ thoughts
Some people are just meat and bones
And some are just souls that are waking up to their call
Those who are meat and bones
Are there to test your soul
Tests that will show your growth and if you are ready to move on
Repeating cycles is not a bad thing
It happens till learn the lesson and what it really means
You are not alone
You are guided and protected by the universal force
Pain inside my heart
Couldn’t see it last
Memories are all gone
Can’t even remember your face no more
Summer went by
Somehow i am still alive
Numbed inside
Faking smiles
Makes me seem alright
Who are you to judge me ?
You don’t even know anything about me
Narcissists want to see me die
Surviving another day
Makes them rage inside
But in the end i always shine
I am a star
I can light up the whole sky
You feel alone
But you are actually not
You have yourself
You can make everything happen on your own
You need to love yourself
And that is how you experience self growth
It is okay
If you make mistakes
Point is to learn from them
And keep on going by building up you glow
True wisdom comes from within
You are your own god in this world that we live in
Where is my mind at
One year ago it felt i was dying non stop
Past wounds are gone now
Exes obsessed with me
They won’t stop stalking now
I can feel the enemies around me
I think they are planning to take me down
People hit up my phone
I don’t have time to talk
Never replying cause i did it all of my own
Back when i needed them the most
Nobody had time to fill me with hope
Now they won’t be a part of my glow
Now i am spread love and change the world
It feels like a dream
Life filled with deja vus
I can’t tell if i am awake or asleep
Situations seems so confused
I feel like this is all a scene
Scripted situations i live on repeat
People surprised by my kindness
But they are the ones that want to tear apart my happiness
I am glowing and shining
Ex people wish that they could see me die
But i am just fine
Feeding of their hate energy and turning it into positive vibes
I am an angel in this world
Someone who one day will end up being unknown
Honestly
I would have
Moved
the
Sun
The moon
The stars
For you
But you picked
Someone
Who would say
They got them for you
And just show
You pretty pictures
Instead
-J.Wool
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the breeze put a shiver
in the wells of my bone
and all of a sudden
I was frozen, alone
shedding the petals
now lining my bed
as I let go the beauty
that once held my head
.
I am wind,
as I am sea.
I am one with the northmen,
the Vikings,
the Druids,
the Mages.
I am the rosiness in their cheeks
and the fire in their drinks.
I am the laughter in the twirl of her hair,
and I am the sadness locked between her braids.
I am life
as I am death.
I am one with suffering,
with love,
with angels,
with demons.
I am a whisper in the night
and an echoing cry in the canyon.
I am the soft sparkle in her eyes when he
wraps his strong arms around her.
I am the pale breath of her throat as it arches
with pleasure, heavy with love, lost in the wind.
Captain Saxophone’s a weirdo,
he lives in my mind.
He has the largest collection of woodwind instruments,
that you will ever find.
He’s a bit over-excitable,
And has this fun game,
Where whenever someone talks,
He plays his sax without shame.
When my mum says it’s time to set the table,
Captain Saxophone goes
Too-Too-Toot.
When my Dad asks me to tidy my room
Captain Saxophone goes
Scoo-Too-Toot.
When my Brother tells me it’s my turn to wash up
Captain Saxophone goes,
Par-par-parrrrp.
When my granny wants me to give her a kiss
Captain Saxophone goes
Far-far-farrrrp.
And when everyone shouts
“Can you hear me in there?!”
Captain Saxophone goes
Too-too-toooooot,
Far-far-farrrrrrp,
Puh-puh-di-di-di,
Scoopy-tooty-too-too-toot.
This story is a part of 365 Stories for Sprogs, a big book filled with little stories for youngsters and parents alike! Each of these stories are written in a single day by author Harold Benjamin-Lewis. With a book like that, it could be the only storybook you’ll ever need. Well, for a year at least!
I am shy but it is not a fault, if that allows me to hear your words.
irina c
One day, will my well run dry?
all ideas just up and fly?
not a single thing to write,
not one nibble, not one bite.
No more thoughts to smartly spend,
my writing life will reach its end—
then suddenly, the block is gone,
and so my writing life goes on.
the love i wanted
now projects on my skin
the slits, your wounding words
sting my skin, my heart
scrapes, your commitment
fade away, with time
they disappear, one heals
the other leaves me screaming
cicatrices, your absence
beginning- always hurt
cured by the end
permanently leaving;
a scar within.
I’m a collector,
Badges, buttons, beanie babies,
Stamps, coins, figurines are my forté,
Little people in boxes.
The catalogue came the other day,
I circled all my favourites,
The goths, the preps, the jocks,
And when they arrived,
I sorted them neatly on the shelf,
Tagged and labelled by category,
The emos, the weirdos, the theatre kids,
My personality archives,
My character files,
Birds of a feather flock together,
Never change doll,
Never change.