Some people learn the hard way..
I am one of them.
But when i learn..
I LEARN... Period...

Some days are bad
Some days are good
Some days I feel alone
Some days I feel loved
Some days are the worst
But days spent with you are the best..
Until my troll-brain starts to work when I'm supposed to be sleeping
And make me wanna cry even when I'm around you

Hey you, December,
from what kind of calendars have you come down ?
You are too polar this year...
Don’t try to impress me with your silver gown...
You are shiny but it’s cold, the fireplace is empty and look at him, how he finds puerile reasons in frozen brushwoods...
And this silence of the naked trees, trembling in the night...
Hmmmm... and look at me, how I am stuck on words and how I invoke you to unfreeze all meanings..

Hey you, December,
from what places do you come from ?
Don’t try to impress me with your ice stars earrings...
They are nice but the whispers got dumb before to warm my temples...
And stop drawing ice flowers on my windows, the butterflies died before to catch ...

I'm in a Polaroid,where are you?
Despite all these lights but  still I can't see through,
Seems as if everyday I follow a drill,
It's way easier to die than is to live....
-Vishal

I don’t sleep like I use too.
I try my hardest but insomnia overcomes my mind.
I think about all the things I’m missing since I moved.
My dog for one. She was my whole world .. I miss her to much, I miss her cuddles every night. I miss her being there for me..
Some people might not understand this. Some might..
This insomnia is killing me. Because when I don’t sleep ... I think of my dog. I think of my gram.. I wish I could rewind time to when everything was okay & life was... perfect..

Usse kehna tere jaane se kuch bhi to nahi badla... bas pehle jahan dil hota tha ab waha dard hota hai.

Running with a breathless suffocating pain,
It’s the time when brain tells you to stop,
But the ego taunts your ability to take pain,
That’s when your anger fights your brain.....
-Vishal

Eudaemonia. I love this word. Search it up.

I regret things, I’m proud of others. What I know for sure is that I’ve got a long way to go. The story of my life is not finished yet and I’ll be damned if I let someone else take the pen and write my story. So far, I’ve spent most of it happy. Very happy and enriched. And that’s what I love. Eudaemonia. That’s what I’m living for.

What about you?

“Coffee Brand”

If alcohol is liquid courage,
then coffee must be liquid luck-
tall and skinny, bottled up.

Drawing energy from what seems to be nonexistent,

-but we all know according to
the law of conservation of energy (humanity) that that can’t be true-  

giving and giving until the container is empty,
and all that is left are the stray drops on the inside that no one bothers
to taste.

Does coffee hold its own symptoms?

Sleep deprivation,
Stress,
Frantic mindsets,
Temporary solutions,
Buzzes,
Highs,
Rushes,
Shakes,
Anxiety?

It must, mustn’t it?

For how can something give away that which it did not in the first place posses?

"I am miles away from you, and I can still feel you. Your scent, your touch, I miss them all. Your smile, cheeks, your lips, I want to kiss them all. Maybe you don't remember but I cherish them all." - R.Goyal

I remember the last time I said goodbye to you
I want to thank you, for the thousands of kisses you gave to me
I still feel them, all the way, deep down in my soul
It's the little things I need, to feed my soul
I picture your smile, like it was yesterday
I wonder, if I'll be able to kiss your face again

I'm getting tired of the questions of why I'm alone.
Let me tell you why.
Because every guy I have ever met, thinks it's cool to hang out with me, and I'm pretty and fun to be with, but when it comes to commitment, they all run.
And I'm tired of opening my heart to the guys I like. Because I'm sick of being used and played. Yes I know I'm cool to hang out with and I can be a fun, loving person. But I ain't showing that to no one anymore, not until someone's actually interested in me and is planning to stick by my side, to share a pure love together. I'm getting too old for stupid games and mindfucks.
I know for a fact, based on the people I know, that I'm the most loyal and faithful person, a...

Crying out for help may fall on deaf ears.  Old enough to be self sufficient and more valuable than disability allows.  The SSI which I started receiving in my late to mid twenties due to an accident and resulting diagnosis has been reduced to an inhumane level. $650 per month does not even cover my mortgage payment.  I rolled up the last of my change to pay my insurance premium.  If I could work full time I would.  Hurting, in need, and without rehabilitation answers, I let people know, somehow, but I am so self sufficient they do not see my legitimate needs.  I am placed on the back burner and my life opportunity dwindles even further.  I am eating beans for two meals a day.  Family has bee...

"Mere rangeen sapne"
Main akeli, baithi thi,
ektak akash ko dekhti,
tum pata nahi kahan se achanak se aa gaye,
mere dil ki dhadkano ko sahsa badha gaye,
mujhe ek canvas dekar tum bole..
rang dalo vo sab jo tum chahti ho,
is berang jeevan se bahar nikal kar..
sab rango se khelo..
aur rang dalo apne sapne, apni duniya
vo sab jo chhoot gya aur vo sab jo pana hai,
vo sapna jo nahi raha aur vo jo jeena hai,

Aur main lekar baith gyi vo canvas,
maine sabse pehle apni hansi rangi,
phir khushiyan,
aur tumhara saath,
hum dono ke sapne,
aur ek khush haal parivar,
uske saath nachte phool,
itr mein doobi hawayein,
chahchahate panchhi,
aur dher saara pyar...
pahaad, nadiyan, jharne , baadal..
chudiyan, me...

Said I'll catch if you fall
Into the loop of love
Surround you with my feelings
Now as I see your eyes
They do me mesmerise
Drifting the worlds
We be alone
In midst the silence speaks
The sounds of life & peace
Let me wet your soul
With the ocean of words
Dedicated to you
To show depth of our connection
Breaking the walls of fear
My love wins against the odds
& To make you eternal
I summon you as poetry
Just like this .....
                         ---Praneeth_3009
                 

Só Quero Ir (Vanessa Angelo)

Um homem de chapéu 

Guarda a sua cabeça 

Na escuridão 

Dos seus pensamentos

As abóboras selvagens

Sem nenhuma explicação 

Esparramam suas ramas

Pelo chão de terra

A barra do meu vestido

Está suja de lama

E os insetos

Devoram minha pele rosada

Eu me agarro a um último 

Suspiro

Mas a minha existência torturante

Não me deixa ir

E eu só quero ir.

     You left this world
     Far too soon
     But I still see you
     Perfectly
     In the picture frame
     Of my mind
     Your eyes vibrant
     With enthusiasm
     And your smile luminous
     Like the north star
     Against tanzanite skies
     I imagine you
     Fluttering above us
     With the grace
     Of a falling snowflake
     Watching over the loved ones
     You had to leave behind.            JD






*Left Behind*
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The change of season has brought over the turning of new leaves that have come with newfound freedom.

Wait for No One

She is tired of waiting,
Watches the clock tick impatience.
Asking questions without any answers.
She stands tall, walks by the clock and knocks the fucker over.
She lives on her own time,
Loves herself,
Without hesitation.

Broken❤️
I stood there frozen
When you said you needed space
I broke a little bit
When you said you have no feelings left for me
I trembled more
When her fingers touched your’s
My world went upside down
When I realized in our story
You are the one who was of prime importance
But My existence never mattered for you.
-Theenchantingpoetess

I asked her to prove to me, that she was real. She nibbled on my earlobe (felt real to me)
It seems she has
             went away too.

Crazy shit though, my kitten, named kisses. Just nibbled on my ear. I guess it's true; every man needs to get a little pussy sometimes.
                     Rushum