When a poet falls in love,
he writes poems that express love
in a different way:
say, a house is burning
and his subject of love is there,
one with the flames,
until she turns into dust
and her dust will join the earth,
where seeds shall grow
and she's one giving life
from her death.
Like me for...
what I say
how my mind works
standing up for what is right and fighting for it
braving all the storms in my life
the smiles and laughs and happiness I share with everyone
the tears and sorrows which I chose to overcome.
Please don't like me for how I dress, how I look
Because you'll never like me.
I'm that girl who...
prefers comfort over fashion
buys more books than pretty clothes
stays up late reading and writing and gets more and more circles around the eyes each mornings.
So, please, do me a favor. Please #ChooseInnerBeauty #StopWastingTimeToBeautyThatFadesInTime
He could feel it crawling up through his veins from that small pin sized hole punctured in his forearm. His fist was clenched tightly, revealing every muscle fiber and whole greenish veiny web. The thing moved upwards through his arm, making each vein visibly burning to his naked eyes and before he could realize what was happening, it hit him.…hard. Time slowed down all of a sudden. His eyes became heavy, pupils dilated and still as a rock resting on the edge of a mountain. Loud music became distant and voices started whispering in his ears. He could see countless hands waving in the air leaving a long trail of shadows. His breathing was loud in his ears. He never felt more alive, h...
Why do I write?
I write to clear my head in ways spoken words don't know.
I write to keep my hands moving,
To keep them busy so I don't start biting my nails or chewing the skin.
I write to keep the bad thoughts from staining my brain.
I write to get the bad thoughts on paper so I remember that they're just thoughts.
That's why I started writing. That's why I keep writing.
We never planned to adrift but it always happens. We know it is happening, and somewhere deep inside we don't want that, we want to hold on to that connection, but it keeps widening. It aches when once, the most important soul, no longer keen to take concern about you. What goes around is just artificial conversation to light your heart with such dispassionate trade of words. How come it fades away so fast.
I was told by my father at a very young age to never write anything down on paper because it can always come back and bite you in the ass. But now as an adult, I am finding out that only in some situations that can be true.
I’m learning that writing your thoughts out on paper gives me a release. It’s out of my head. Even if it doesn’t make any sense. It still is hard for me. Hopefully I will be able to write lyrics to the music I create. Waiting to evolve.
As I hide away in a corner to run away from my life, I bare myself to the world where no one knows who I am.
Speed it now ,
Slow it down now,
Be a mediocre.
No,wait be the Supreme!
Now scream, scratch and sweep
But don't be weak !
As You Get Older
You start to look through another pair of glasses
If you lacked any experience, life has offered you classes
You learn from your past failures and successes
You've become wiser while your heart has grown restless
What entertained you before, now irritates you somehow
Things that made you laugh, you shake your head at now
You now see the pitiful state of each generation
You're no longer too busy to enjoy God's creation
The questions you asked in the past are now asked of you
Youngsters are now coming to you asking what would you do
Different ones are coming to you for loving advice
Helping them not make the same mistakes twice
As you get older it seem to benefit you and ot...
You've been hurt for so long, you don't know what it's like to be happy.
You've been wrong for so long you don't know what it's like to be right.
You've been quiet for so long, you don't know what it's like to talk.
You've been alone for so long, you don't know what it's like to be loved.
You've been someone else for long, you don't know what it's like to be you.
“Answer of judging someone”
Judgemental people are not fine from mind or their nut bolt of mind is loose which can fall at anytime so before it falls it is our duty as a human being to help a patient, who suffering from mental disorder" plz help whenever you see such a people who are judging someone like “look how short is the dress she is wearing or how fat he is looking in the shorts" just say it on the face in front of anyone who is being like a statue they find it is nothing because it is not happening to them so they won't help or even say a word they should know we should make them know that it is disgusting, disturbing and disgracing
Which has to be stopped immediately and actio...
What happens when there are no more words left to write?
What escape is there?
How do you cope with so many emotions?
Introverted, secluded, lonely, depressed, lethargic
Fear becomes me
A writer has zillions of write-ups in store
Some of them make it to the social platforms
And the rest of them is for herself/himself
It's like a journal of intricacy
Cannot afford to loose it 📃
the fear of the unknown weighed down by the load on your chest.
you walk but you just want to rest, you scream yet it all came out a mess.
like race horses the blood runs through your veins and your emotions over come you as thin air, you have to move on but there's no air to breath.
give me some pills, no, not today, call a friend no I don't want to talk, find me some music, that works but it is not enough.
your find your fingers shiver, and your brain quivers with thoughts, it says I need release, your heart says I need to relax, your hands say I need to write and your eyes say give me art.
The Metropolitan Area
The area where the coffee scent fills the air
Where the homeless see the well off and just stare
Everyone has their heads down into their phones
Beautiful buildings and waterfalls running off stones
The people are too educated to be nice and polite
Front desk security is called if something isn't right
Plenty of places to choose from to fill their hunger
People on the move are bumping into one another
Everyone seem to have the same serious expression
Leaving you with that strictly business impression
Businesses lunches, Brief cases, and due dates
Demanding bosses and paperwork that can't wait
It's a fast pace world and it must be hard to keep up
The metropolitan area i...
You will understand the mystery that I am if you get past the closed doors. They are not walls to protect me but are scars growing thickly over and on top of each other from the wounds trying to heal.
Once an open book, I am no more. On a dusty shelf I rest, pages yellowing over time. Someday, I will be rare and cherished again like I never have before.
Jealously of My Pain
I say it this way because I'm just trying to be happy
I don't wear a sad face because my life is crappy
Haven't you heard it said to turn your pain into power
Think about every rough seed turned into a flower
When you look at me you think I have the best life
You would never see the tears that I cried last night
You look at me and wonder what keeps me smiling
Thinking about the negative would keep you frowning
I choose to make sweet lemonade out of my lemons
A person smiling isn't revealing their true feelings
I'm going through a whole lot it's just you can't tell
Who actually goes around broadcasting how they fail
It seems to irritate you that I'm always ful...
is an ordinary individual
with creative anxiety
and a stubbornness beyond doubts
and certainties; an irrational
conviction of existence embedded in something
that mottles and provokes
A poet is a reinventor - each time
the illusion of words
a sentiment of change linked to
the poet - she can, in fact
finish or start the world
in a spit of soul and quill
We are all born with a
little poet inside
of us as well as the antibodies that shall
wither and placate her
When we get rid of all the trash
the poet is reborn and overwhelms
it's her nature to emerge
Yo te escribo
y no me cuesta hacerlo,
inventarte un verso
ya es mi pasatiempo,
porque después de ver una serie
lo que yo más deseo
no es escribir
lo que siento por ti
que con tus besos
me hacías derretir.
I'm finding it hard to find other coping mechanisms to my stress.
My dad told me to step back from writing for a bit and focus on my classes. but when I don't get to write all of these thoughts swirl around in my head throughout the day I start to go crazy. I start to wonder if writing is more worth my time than Engineering. I love to write. Don't get me wrong, I love toy learn about engineering and I love the idea of engineering. But sometimes you need an escape.
The point of this isn't just to contemplate my major, it's to say the things you enjoy doing while you relax deserve some time, too.