|I write to understand. Do you understand? Insta @kelasays|
Dear you, again,
I sent you a letter but you never read it.
It seems like you only respond to words with
Whatever happens, happens,
I have to believe
the situation is always working out for the better.
People will do the unspeakable,
they'll do it and feel no remorse.
Don't get hung up on the should've, would've and could've beens.
Stay humble and watch karma take its course.
You can't be giving more and receiving less.
Nah, that don't make sense.
You're a good person.
You're a giving person.
For real, you deserve the best.
The earth is quaking
and there's no help coming.
The innocent are dying
and the guilty are running.
This moustached plump person makes it to the end of the level. All that's left is one last leap. Deep down he knows he can make it. He's made it a million times in his head already. Yet, he stands and watches the fall from a safe distance. He's ready to go but, he stalls on the steady. Right in that instance he saw the future. And realised after this leap there would be another and another and another.
It's like a game of Super Mario. This moustached plump person is on a relentless hunt for a sparkly Princess. He literally and physically, voluntarily gains tunnel vision and focuses all out going interests. He surpasses every level. defeating a succession of various oddly yet fa...
Becoming a Father,
becoming a Mother,
gifts you with a purpose
that is bigger than your own.
A purpose that is greater
than anything you have ever known.
Once you become a parent,
you are no longer a person,
you are a home.
Fame was never found in bed.
It was found on the cold shoulders of the motorway.
In order to achieve a fame that lasts, one must run at a consistent and slow pace.
Accept that progress may occur at an almost nonexistent infinitesimal rate.
What or who is the reason why you're sporting that solemn smile?
the pain will soon subside.
Just keep that spirit alive,
my beautiful earth child.
Thank you for being there for me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for making feel whole
when I was clearly shattered.
Thank you for making me laugh.
Thank you for letting me cry.
Thank you for making smile
when I was broken and battered.
Thank you for being patient.
Thank you for being kind.
Thank you for taking extra care with me.
Thank you for making feel
liked I really mattered.
Isn't it crazy how much can change in a year?
If you really take the time to assess the people who exited.
The situations and circumstances that have changed.
The relationships that have stayed exactly the same.
How the things that used to cause worry and stress have been replaced.
And the things that were religiously dreamed
about have fortuitously fallen into place.
Isn't insane how things can change and become a part of the natural order?
How the things taken for granted used to be eagerly sought after.
Time is strange.
Time is sporadic.
Time is the healer and the master.
Time is everything but static.
Who knows what's around the corner.
With age comes patience
and with patience comes wisdom.
It's the difference between knowing
when to speak and act;
and knowing when to sit back and listen.
He did it with honesty & modesty.
He wasn't afraid to look stupid.
He wore his colours proudly.
He was too pure to be diluted.
If I knew we'd never have another moment;
I would've made better use of the ones we had.
If I knew we'd never have another moment;
I would've made the best out of all the bad.
This world will remain cruel
as long as mankind exists.
How can the glass ever be full
If everyone keeps taking additional sips?
Now I know where your loyalties lie.
I should've known
I'll always be an outsider.
But I kept trying to change this stigma.
I kept trying because
I know God loves a trier.
I pushed and passionately persuaded.
I convinced myself
that I can change this.
I believed if I stuck around long enough I'll be accepted.
Even when I lie in bed at night
I stand corrected.
I could've stopped at any moment.
And I would've, but I became to emotionally involved in the moment.
I wasn't angry at you,
I was angry at the world.
In that moment I didn't see a friend,
I saw an opponent.
Someone who was deliberately
trying to inflict harm.
There was no time to asses and think,
I didn't have the aptitude to keep calm.
I lashed out and said things I didn't mean.
You bore the brunt of all my troubles.
And truth is all I really wanted
Dear Guardian Angel,
I was really hoping you'd come through,
I've ran out of places to run to.
I could do with a bit of warmth and love.
I know your services are in high demand.
But I could really do with a helping hand.
Some words of advice and maybe a hug.
There's so much anger and hate around me.
All I need is a bit of love.
A shoulder to lean and dry my eyes on.
This pressure and stress is heavy;
I'm not cut out for this sort of stuff.
I don't think I'm strong enough.
All I want is a bit of love.
The internet is global nervous system.
It's allowed people to share and move as one
The future isn't in foetal state
or a billion lifetimes away.
The future and a better world has already come.
You asked me for the truth
and I was hesitant to reveal it.
I didn't want your feelings for me to change.
But ever since I've come clean,
things between us haven't been the same.
It's hard to see the bright side,
if you've become one with your shadow.
It's hard to see the bigger picture,
if the view from the keyhole is dim and narrow.
It's hard to be positive,
if the negatives are the only source of nourishments.
It's hard to be grateful,
if you don't truly acknowledge your accomplishments.
It's hard to keep your head up
and walk on solid ground.
If you feel like life and everything in it,
is intentionally trying to keep you down.
It's hard to be happy
and remember who you are
when no one else is around.
Dear Theresa The Therapist,
There's nothing inside but a bunch of debris and stumps.
And you said I should see new growth after a few months.
I'm eating the right foods and taking all the necessary steps.
I don't feel the slightest bit different,
if anything I've become even more inept.
My blood is circulating the wrong way.
And my heart is beating at a slower rate.
There's no drive or surges of energy.
Nothing has changed,
You wait to hear the truth?
Okay well to be honest I'm finding it hard to cope.
I feel like giving in to the rope that clutches at my throat.
There's a sadness I can't shake;
it's formed shackle that's
impossible to break.
Don't mistake my shuffles for a two-step.
The lights are on and windows are open, but inside there's a room to let.
Every morning I try to start afresh,
but yesterday's thoughts will not allow me move freely.
I don't want to forget.
You have no idea what it's like
to be me.
Last night I caught myself overthinking.
I focussed on one moment for too long.
Dissecting and reassessing my actions,
trying to pinpoint where exactly I went wrong.
Digging led to waves of dissatisfaction.
I was drowning in a sea
that had already passed.
I woke up today out of sync and behind.
I was slow to rise,
and stuck on a ship that already capsized.
and I didn't have the energy to catch up.
This is what it feels like to be living in the past.
They say there's some that love you,
and some that want help from you.
I think I'm the latter.
I can't help but love you.
And to me that's all that matters.
Sometimes it feels like I'm top of the world.
And other times I feel like the world is on top of me.
When I'm up, up
but when I'm down I couldn't get
I'm sorry for inconsistency.
I hope you accept my apology.
You don't have to say it.
I'm already aware that there's something wrong with me.
I think the world is spinning round the wrong way.
Over 50 innocent people were gunned down yesterday.
The horrific things human beings are capable of has me questioning whether there is a God.
I think poetry is making me ill.
For the sake of art I explore
all avenues of emotion.
Whether it be good or bad,
happy or sad.
I'll sink and metaphorically excavate.
Translating my feelings into stanzas.
Using my blood to decorate a canvas.
I'll then post my portrait in my gallery for the whole world to see.
And complain about how I feel
exhausted and exposed.
"Oh woe is me"
How it looks may not be necessarily how it is.
Don't be fooled by the filters and lighting.
On the outside I may look strong and sturdy.
And in the tagged photos it may look like I'm smiling.
But inside you have know idea what kind of demons
I can never not want to be with you.
I've tried but thoughts of you
They're only entrance used to be when I'm sleeping.
But now they've grown
bold and brash
and kick down the door whenever they feel like it.
I miss you,
and I've never been able to hide this.
I can't be like you and
cut ties so easily.
I don't think you realise
how much you mean to me.
I love deep and I love forever,
like a swan, I'll wilt and wither if we're not together.