If u hate me that much
Than Let me go
U say that u love me
But i just dont know
U say my name like its gross
Ur eyes burn holes
U cant touch me
And my hands growing cold
Why did u even let go
I lie awake at night
Racking my brain
Tryn to think of all my past mistakes
That lead up to the moment
Where u started looking at me with rage
Tears seem to slip down my face
Im not one to admit
That i have all these feels
..... Vennie .....
It's feel like I cheated on myself , keep saying myself that he will come back he will know the value of your love , he did many promises don't you believe him? Keep saying to myself that his love for you is forever it just he is not showing you , keep waiting keep believing in love
Even when I lost my self respect , my values my everything to get him still I keep saying to myself you lost yourself to get him after all he is yours..
Everytime I lie to myself
Every promises made by him was fake
Days month years passed.
My love for him is still same
But he choose someone else.
I TOO HAD GLIMPSE OF A FAIRYTALE...
I have read of them in books...poems..quotes...
never thought of being lucky enough to sight it...
though it just brushed across me, it was the most precious and
memorable moments of my existence...
I could have stayed there forever by keeping my eyes close,
but its life.... its reality...and I had to open my eyes... watching those beautiful moments just vanish by...
One little gram is what I weigh,
My creepy hydrolics legs are there to help me slay.
Embeded multiple eyes,
A masterful web to catch flies.
your mum says don't be scared of me!
If that's true why don't I hear your pleas.
The venom in me liquifies,
It take away any chance to be dignified.
One look at me and you will scream,
you will need to leave the scene.
One gram is what I weigh.
What am I, dare you say?
Small doses of poison and melancholy.
She was all I wanted, she did not know, eventually I learned to die in silence and regret with neat elegance, I die without her and there is no corpse smell.
I did not expect to fall, let alone ascend, look at me, a poor unhappy man who ignores his side to omit his weakness, while she built barriers to her anguish, I played with her shadow.
I still doubt, my stubbornness has imposed me melancholy or is saving me from various hells. I am tormented by the paradoxes that remained in his mouth. The last Kiss.
I can't find a simple way to tell you that it is the cure to all my fears ... I'm useless when that's what it's about. These ruins that you se...
Wanna get married?
Compromise is the key!
..... Vennie .....
Maine toh asliyat dikhai abh koi ise badla samjhe ya mohobatt ki asli hesiyat..
Everything is deep dark blue, from my feelings to your fingertips , from my heart to your cold frail lips. This embrace is of no use .The skin between us is an icy winter, everything frozen still .We clench our teeth from the bitter cold from our touch and we shiver to our bones.
It's all deep dark blue like the crisp winter air. Your smile is frigid ,it sends chills down my spine. What a monochromatic love , I could light us on fire if I could but all I have is my pale numb body which hurts when I try to move as its tied to you.
It's all deep dark blue , I'm stuck in your eyes, spiralling down towards reality, from the lovely blue layers to the nothingness of my reflection in the black th...
La primera vez que me enamoré de ella, era la mitad de hermosa de lo que la vida le ha regalado, de mediana altura y refinada, tenía una piel canela caramelizada que escandaliza pasiones y miradas, ojos cafés de profundo color, caderas modestas y una cintura de reina, era sinónimo de elegancia, belleza plena, todo un primor.
Cuando bailaba poseía el tacto de una doncella girando con ritmo y picardía en cada instante, sinónimo de mis amores, porque en aquellos días para enamorarme era un principiante.
Le otorgué el abecedario de mis versos, hasta mis amaneceres y cada noche las letras bailaban al ritmo de una melodía variada, escribí hasta extasiarme en s...
Self importance has to be fed by a sense of feeling worthless in order to validate and sustain its high opinion of itself.
to say I didn’t hate you,
that would be a lie
to wish I didn’t miss you
to regret that goodbye
from love to pain
from hurt to hate
to learn and gain
a better fate
I feel the sand between my toes. Warm and light.
I Bury one foot then another.
Swishing the sand between each toe.
One long deep breath of salt air fill my lungs.
The smell of humid salt wrapping around me like a security blanket.
The sound of waves playfully kissing the shores edge.
The water pushing back and forth, back and forth.
The seagulls crying, waves crashing, tall sea grass russling around; it's like Natures own sound track.
And I am her audience, sitting in awe of it all.
The moonlight reflects off the sea, the only sorce of light.
The night calm, not a single distraction near.
Stress, anxiety, fear, they all melt off my shoulders like an ice cube in the July...
"No he dejado de pensar en ti, me gustaría decírtelo.
Me gustaría escribirte que me gustaría volver, que te extraño y lo pienso
pero no te busco.
Ni siquiera te escribo
No sé donde estás
Y extraño saberlo
¿Has sonreído hoy?
¿A donde vas?
Me gustaría poder encontrarte, pero no tengo la fuerza.
Y tú tampoco. Entonces nos quedamos esperando en vano.
Y pensando en ello.
Recuerda que pienso en ti, que no lo sabes pero te vivo todos los días, que escribo sobre ti.
Y recuerda que buscar y pensar son dos cosas diferentes.
Y yo te pienso pero no te busco".
Sometimes the loneliness creeps in at night
I'm fine one minute then suddenly not right
I reach for the phone but there's no one to call
The only company is the emptiness in the hall
But I don't even know if I could describe
What is happening to my insides
How could anyone paint this sorrow?
My bones feel heavy but at the same time hollow
And my heart could collapse in my chest
That's if at first it doesn't go into arrest
I have trouble reaching for the comfort I seek
Because I don't want to be known for being weak
I know in myself that I am strong
But everyone needs someone after so long
Right now I can't recall the feel of human touch
I'm thinking three years without it is too much
I know you have experienced the darkness within you getting lighter. Your future together was starting to look brighter. Your conversations helped you escape and create something you truly believed that was fate. But to date, I know there is nothing more you hate than the fact that you took the bait and discovered it was never love to begin with so late. @PLECCA
Your arms, I wish they could hold me now and caress me.
Make me forget about today, and forget about tomorrow.
Life is full of love.We get a life from love . We live the life with love. Love can only make life complete . But in real , life won’t have the complete love .#lovelife
Vuelve viento del recuerdo, inclúyeme en tú monotonía, danza conmigo
Estableceremos nuevamente el juramento que dejamos inconcluso, de tú siendo mi bufanda y yo siendo tú artista peregrino.
Déjame contarte, Viento sobre las maravillas del amor, esas que se sienten en el aroma de la brisa, esa que hacen que te detengas por segundos, que la calidez se eleve a niveles donde el alma llama "profundo". Haciendo que cada sentimiento se vuelva nauseabundo danzando a la velocidad de la luz, ves tantos amores y los sientes, pero no los entiendes.
Ya que el amor no es un sentimiento de comprensión independiente, es algo que va cada día más creciente, algo que se eleva y reduce de forma inconsciente. El...
I believe that life brought us together
because we were meant to be
It was the right time and place
When we needed each other
To save and be saved.
You made me somebody
You gave me dignity
You nurtured me
Filled me with strength and purpose.
I am me because of you
And i know i can be me
Only if i am with you.
We are two halves fitting perfectly
Someone made for me.
I thank you for everything
I promise you love you and cherish you
Until i am free of this world.
I hope you feel lucky the same way i do
And that you believe in soulmates.
I wish you could accept me
And everything of myself
That i give you
You will always be my all
And this is my promise to you.
For 2020 I am going to defend people's hobbies when being made fun of (ex. Furries) cause what people do to make them upset is horrible. They are human too
-There is a drawing at the bottom-
A trick I've learnt to be more positive came from one of my best friends. When ever something bad was happening to her she would tell me the bad stuff but finish her vent with "But it's ok, because..." and she'll finish her vent with a something positive. This positive note doesn't have to be big like "cause I am getting a new car!" It can be simple like "when I get home, the bed will be made".I started using this a lot and I've certainly noticed change when it comes to being upset. Sometimes the smallest of things can light up your day.
-doodle unrelated to topic-
Stars are like very long living bursts of lights millions miles away just doing their own thing
I admire their independence
In the comments section below, start an argument in 4 words.
Here's mine: THERE WAS ENOUGH ROOM.
You can choose any topic, doesn't have to be about the Titanic :)
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,