Let's be in love like this,
Without actually accepting it,
To know each other as is,
As our thoughts fail
And fill our hearts,
We let them wander around
The vicinity of love,
Without actually divulging
Into the deliberate details.
We never have considered the
Conscious efforts that we take
To keep out love.
In the words when we exchange,
The deep melancholy of love.
Unreclaimed, as sets its tone.
We just look around at
Everything and anything
But never near that spot
That comes even remotely
Close to being in love.
The silent pause.
The serene smile,
The selective sigh.
It all falls in its place,
It all performs its function.
All expect us!
As we are afraid!
To accept, so we deny
I hope people would be more mindful of how they feel and how it affects others.
I feel bad when someone is passive, or subdued. There is a difference, and it's not just semantics. If only we could discern what we really feel and acknowledge them, it might help us with channeling our feelings in a more understandable way.
Passive doesn't mean being thankful. We just do the most we could and accept things, and that is fine. But is that what we really feel? At times we say we are grateful but really we are just subdued to think we are.
I was raised to question, to break from wrong standards, and to try to understand others, as well as myself. If I feel something, I say i...
Screaming silences at you.
Wanting you to see me through a double sided mirror.
Pretending I'll be okay if you're truly gone.
Knowing your arms will never catch me.
Missing you like the sun in moments fleeting.
Tasting you in every thought i have.
Screaming colors and you're colorblind.
Ashes on my tongue,lipstick on my heart.
I dont know why you mattered so much.
Why you still matter even though i don't want to see you anymore.
I hate waiting for a gesture. Hoping you'll decide you've been a complete idiot and run back into my arms.
You're the prettiest picture I've ever painted and the deadliest flower I've ever tasted.
Hemlock forever on my tongue, in my words, on my lips.
Feelings and emotions suck.
One day you tell yourself it's over and you don't want to be in that same space. You congratulate yourself for having the will to stop. And you plan how you could step out and move on.
Then the next day, one smile gets you undone. What happened to your will? What about the plan? Do you see your downfall on that road? I don't think so.
Were you misled? Chained? No. Sometimes, you were just being studid. Yes.
Push and pull. Back and forth. It's circuitous and you see the pattern. But does it stop you?
You wish it could. But then it won't.
Thank G it's Friday. You can start the next week doing the same cycle.
la vacia carta de amor contra el tiempo
Increíble como empieza todo.... hace tiempo atrás cuando nos conocimos, eras una persona mas, alguien que llamo mi atención y quería conocer, el tiempo siguió su camino y hablamos y nos unimos, nos divertíamos, hablamos sobre las aventuras de cada uno... me contabas, tus sueños y tus metas,tus relaciones, te desahogabas conmigo y yo con el placer de vida te escuchaba cada palabra y tu igual a mi... siempre me escuchaste... luego empezamos a reunirnos, y nos divertimos aun mas....y continuamos y continuamos.... eran momentos que realmente no quise olvidar... ahora el tiempo siguió avanzado y ahora estoy a tu lado sujetando tu mano y no solamente como...
Most of the time i give up and i often just go with the flow since i don't care anymore. Sometimes i question my self, "why are you still here?", then every time it would remind me that even though i felt helpless it is not life that i wanted to give up from, it's the problems that come and fuck me up that's what i want to escape from. For me death is an escape, but i can't get my self to do it, because first of all I've had enough pain and i am not numb yet. I am afraid of the life coming out of my body, I am afraid of how it would make the people i love feel when I'm gone. they would move on from it, but i can't help but wonder, what if. What if things really would get better. No matt...
knocking on my
when all you
sought was some meat
to dig into
"You will miss me one day", she remembered his last words
Hugging their son, she cried.
P.s last words
Everyone asks me, "How are you?"
A soundless scream echoes through me, "I am drowning, I am falling, my leaden body does not want to surface, can you help me save ME? "
Aloud, with the brightest smile,
I say, "I am FINE."
We don't lose our emotions
We just get better at keeping it dormant.
Words are the only thing i can hold on to, when everything turns blur, when everything gets coated in the color of sadness and pain. Words is the only place I come back, they provide me solace like no human can offer or anything in the world. I would never trade my words for love for any species on this planet because those words have been there for me when everyone left, when none cared, when I was alone, these words were my support, my reason to get up and fight back.
Momentarily pain will come millions of times and everytime I will unleash the storm of my words, so they speak what I failed to, so they reach where I can not even in a million years.
Someone rightly said 'there is no bigge...
Hate it when my mind & heart begs me to talk to him again knowing he doesn't care, wishing he would care even a little. It's been ages seeing him and my eyes really wish to see him again.
I can't will my fingers to type to him, to cause a heartbreak on top of the existing one from the same person.
She decides to stay. The other guy, who desires her asks himself why? He wonders all day and all night, trying to find answers, only to find what memories he has left about what he thinks is fading away. He hopes everything works out for the best, but the best may not be what he had hoped.
To the unknown time..!!!
I Don't know what I'm feeling right now,
But there is lot of it.
The Rain usually do this to me,
The drop and the birch takes my mind to another world.
I love to hear the sound of the creation - the wind and the rhythm of the Rain - and the thunder that speeds up my veins.
Sometimes I feel washed in the silence of the ocean and the peace in Echoes of a cavern.
If the Rain comes so far I'll just live,
wet my wings like the trees or
May even die of sorrow. !!!
For some reason I keep waiting. Even with the realization sitting in the back of my mind that if he cared he'd show me instead of completely blowing me off. Regardless of his doubts on the paternity (I've NO doubt who the father is 💯) or even validity of my pregnancy. Whether I'm in fact pregnant or not which I also have NO doubts about! Is it that hard to take 5 seconds outta his busy schedule to simply text Hi? I'm not even mad about it all, simply devastated that I don't even register enough to spare a minute or two. Two weeks have come & gone in fact two months have come & gone with only one message showing he cared. I keep thinking perhaps when the baby(s?) comes he'll come around but h...
The storm is my life, not me
The storm is in my head but it's not me.
The storm pumps my blood yet it is not me.
For I am the calm, the collected persona that hides the storm of emotions behind my eyes, crying my name wanting to pulling me down in to darkness.
The storm is not.
The storm will not.
The storm will never claim me.
For I am not the storm but I'm fighting against it.
The world simply is a strange place. Its full of emotional trap doors, open gates of hell, and many, many, doors of wonder.
This world, when interpreted through pain and suffering, is a dark unforgiving place. It is filled with every second of pain you have every felt, it contains every negative outcome that has no profit, it is covered in a solid green of jealousy, or a sickening yellow of being ungrateful.
This world, when interpreted through success and failure, is a bright, loving landscape. It is filled with knowledge from the pain of the past and present, it contains the strongest form of happiness that can only come from time, it is covered in every vivid color imaginable, or the kin...