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
The pain is overwhelming,
The voices you attempt to ignore,
The scales you practically avoid,
You never asked for this,
You don't even know why,
You just know your the one suffering,
You just cant get away,
The fear of failure,
The fear of death,
You really do try,
They see skin and bones,
Ignoring the fire inside,
They blame themselves,
You search for someone to blame,
You seek society, media even the environment around you,
You just see you.
The light within you illuminated
the darkest corners of my heart.
There was nothing that I could
do to stop you from breaking the
walls that I built around myself.
And now that you've entered,
I hope you never leave ❤️
When you meet someone, sometimes you just know it's right. You know it's meant to be and you know that the person right in front of you, is everything you need.
And when you have that feeling,
But still don't forget to create your own happiness, because in the end it will be you who has to be happy. Only you can make you happy.
Words of wisdom with love,
"Orphanage" or "Old Age home"
To start with I have nothing in mind as of now, just these two words...
Both are painful to even think about. Empathy goes to a different level when one thinks about these places.
But when thinking deep about it,
Being unloved at the young age and growing to be stronger and independent realising the value of life,
Or feeling ditched by the kids whom we gave our whole life to? And waiting for death.
I am sure both shivers up our spine just by the thought of it. And no I am not into debating on which one is better, none actually can ever be.
But today I would like to request one and all reading this article, that though we can't have enough ...
We're fake at its finest.
Let uncommon words to common herds define us.
Institution for the creative mind. Its
crazy, I'm crazier, God I'm petrified. Lets be insane, but no one likes a downer.
Cause you need that temporary, abscent minded fun,
Front man for a fake nation. To run it's not hard, lets all just be the same.
Fairy tales based on escape.
I'm no savior, to inflate
my mind is dangerous.
To set a course for the courageous
because death in the eyes of the public always seems instantaneous.
And we simmer on the outrageous,
Though in the end the verdict will always cause it depreciate.
The world will never thrive a mind so desolate.
My names Ana
Hey, my name is Ana,
I live inside her,
I manifest throughout her,
I take over,
I spit horrible thoughts into her head,
I make her believe this world is a horrible place,
I make her see the world will end if she fights me,
She still believes me,
I allow her to think she's escaping,
Then I simply reappear,
She dies inside a little every time,
Theres no easy escape,
She knows this now,
So why does she still try?
Sometimes I just want to escape.
Sometimes I just want to leave.
Sometimes I just want to see the world.
But the rest of the time?
I feel too small.
Too small to love.
Too small to speak.
Too small to hate.
But never to small to walk.
Rain in the morning a mystery needing more
Aloft the wind summons me, "reach out to score"
My monster awakened will slumber no longer
Evening and morning alive darkened in blunder
My body in pain on extreme desperate auto piolet
The river it seems like concrete-marsh collided
My body deformed far removed is innocent birth
This baby abused for a new course correction jerk
Small pinch for the pain, is my self soothing cure
Chemistry in my brain brought to order once more
Entangled by lines of my twist tied stress formula
No angels involved other than fallen ones barf-ola
Tender I crawl with a new rash on my arms and belly
Soothing my entrails squirmed deathly like jelly
Calling without a phon...
Love is Kind and gentle.
It is not jealous or filled with malice.
Love uplifts you to your highest potential.
It does not take you down, ripping you to shreds.
It does not push you over a cliff, to your death.
It does not take away from who you are.
It does not fuel hate or it's sister, fear.
Love is good company.
It is not negative, deceitful and full of regret.
Love is the ability of knowing that
Love has no limits, boundaries or walls.
Love is Magic, carried in the deepest Parts of You~E.M. Fraser
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...
Your world is only as amazing as your imagination.
Some people miss out on the beauty of it all because they forget to hush out the noise called 'Society'
Rib cage breaking
Half glass on the table
You're stuck in my daze
And once again,
I can't let you leave.
~Lervneie .S. Chenge
I was in charge of selecting 10.000 people to live in another planet. Crazy, huh?
That made me think of you and me, and life, you know? It's been a while since we last spoke. So at first I thought: this is my planet, what I want to fill it with?
First I egoistically thought of putting 10.000 assholes from all over the world.The worst kind, but as NASA discovered Castellar (that's how I choose to call it instead of PLX22), I felt afraid of their repugnant behavior serve as example to the rest of the galaxy. I don't want to have it filled of dirty, self centered bastards. I want it filled with love, Laura.
I remembered how you used to laugh so loud when I did something silly. That's wh...
“Humanity, love for a fellow human being, is it some sort of a bargain we have to dish out every time we meet or converse with an another. Does it come out naturally to us or is it forced upon, like the innumerable veils we garb ourselves with. Couldn’t we just enforce a default and forget paying back the goodwill which others generously spend on us. Why can’t we treat it as an economic good, scare and non-renewable, using it only when we generate profit from it. Isn’t manipulation a quality? Why is it seen as a crime? Why do people see me as a misfit when they do what I do but only implicitly? It’s a strange world out there.”
The invisible thoughts flew around one after the ...
I'm so glad that I found Lettrs, or maybe it found me, i dont know.
It is an inspiration, a safe shelter on a stormy day, and most of all its living proof that humanity on the whole is made up of wonderful, beautiful, diverse people.
She rubbed her back as she sat on the steps resting her head against the pillar that stood long and strong supporting the terracotta roof. Her back hurt. Doing all the chores alone had taken a toll on her health.
From preparing breakfast, lunch to doing the dishes and laundry - she was always packed with work. After she finished her daily routine, she came and sat on the steps everyday gazing at the half opened gates as if she was awaiting for someone.
Two o'clock, Three o'clock, Four o'clock... As her vision began to blur and her heavy eye lids were pushed to rest by the lazy afternoon wind. She sat waiting for them to return from school.
She was a mother of four kids.
Can we live without death,
Can we love without hate,
Can we want without need,
Born to just die ...
If hate is whats inside me,
Then hate is what defines me,
I will use my hate to drive me,
Let death not deprive me ...
Do I want this or do I need this,
Feeding off poor souls,
Pale pigments caused by my presence,
Forgiveness is earned not given ...
Climbing up a ladder in an upside down world,
Looking in the eyes of darkness,
I stand in front of a mirror,
Ashamed of nothing ...
What comes out from within can cause suicide,
Armageddon in the form of humanity,
A world without chaos is a world that's non-existent ...
Asking for forgiveness to be hypercritical,
Dear pen pals,
Hello! How is everyone? This is such an amazing prompt. The three questions that I would like to raise are:
1) What are your favorite books?
2)What are your hobbies?
3)Are you against animal cruelty?
Looking forward to your replies and comments.😊