The warm invade her face.
She didn't want to imagine a life
with that heartbit in her ear in a future.
"The future" she thought,
what a spoild unpredictive thing,
part alive and part dead and unexisting.
So she didn't say anything.
He just holded her in his arms "life is so rare" he thought. Just like that, he knew It;
that was love.
I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.
The funny thing about poetry
Is that the beauty is in how you can tell how you fell
But that's not pretty enough.
Because feelings don't rhyme
Because nothing pretty will come from you
Even if it's about how you feel
You are never enough
Todos podemos ser hombres pero pocos seran caballeros y muchas seran mujeres pero algunas son damas
Caballeros nunca busquen una princesa si antes asegurarte de que tienes una corona que ofrecer
Whiskey on ice..
The warmth in the air..
Music playing quietly..
Time spent waiting for you..
Where are you?
I sit there on the pavement bleeding clawing at any paramedic that tries to save me. I keep screaming at them to save him but they say it's too late. In that moment that we fell I saw the past, present, and the could have been future. We fell from grace and into this never ending hell. This was not how the story was suppose to end. My love would find a love worthy of him and I would join my angel in heaven. I wouldn't have to chase after a love that wasn't mine anymore. No more pain, no more suffering, no more me.
It's too late now.
He's gone, they say.
I'm bleeding out, but it doesn't matter,
He's gone now,
My soul mate,
My other half.
I guess I should tell you how I got to this poin...
When I looked at you , after all this time, it was like looking in the past, a life wasted.
If this is insanity than this is quite nice... A sane mans haven a blind mans life... On the edge of a cliff... On the edge of a rope... I heard sanity is quite the bore... Yet insanity is clarity and all I could ask for and more... You tell me to 'get real' I'll ask you if your insane! Because I'm insane and it's quite lovely... And being sane is inhumane!
Contigo descubrí que sólo quería estar contigo, que nadie podía remplazarte y que nadie me hacía ver el color del mundo como tú
You wouldn’t find anyone like me, and I bet the hatred that you carry in your chest today, is the way to keep me alive in your memories.
No, I am not a narcissist. But I know for sure that I was the best of ‘Me’ with you, believe me sometimes I miss myself; the self which I was in your arms.
So, my love, it was the beauty of your love that me the one that we both miss today.
When hurt enters your life and people ask the famous question...why are you so quiet? but they don't hear the voices on the inside tiring the mind to the point where you yourself want to exit and find some peace of mind.
If you could read my mind you would understand my outer silence.
For most of my life, I've had the luxury of learning who I could trust and who I could not. It became very clear that my greatest power came from severing the chords between those who wished me harm and those whose intention was to truly uphold me.
1. Being alone is not the same as being lonely and sometimes life requires you to step and make choices, even if no one else is with you. Many times we rely on the opinions of others to validate our life choices but at the end of the day those people are not in your skin and although they can give you plenty of suggestions when it comes down to it, you are the one who has to live with every decision that you make. Ask for advice and seek help i...
On the hillside, the sun soars a high, leaving me behind.
The trees whisper into the breeze, casting their unheard voices into the skies.
Bound to this grave, I'm no longer a place in mind.
The clouds came to pass my gaze, not giving sight to my pondering haze.
leaves float adrift, will the skies give a rise to my fallen mind?
Many seasons had changed, but here I remain still deepened.
The sun overhead, envelopes a glimmer of red.
With it's shining might, it turns away.
It leaves without a goodbye, as a dimming light.
The land deepens it's misshapen blues.
I speak of red, it's all that is left, as the last to be said.
The skies now not so bright, have always had this darkened shape upon my ...
When dark clouds of pain looms,
When heart shudders like thunder,
When ego casts its shadow in lightning,
Tears veil up as rain,
And drops fall down as we cry.
In profound moments of deep silence,
That rain offers to everyone,
A little sadness comes alongside.
As the falling pearls hit the earth,
A lovely fragrance fills us,
Enveloping us in a serene mood
And a little sunshine follows through.
Every moment is an experience
It is the nature.
My heart, Why do you shy away from this?
Savor it and see the sunshine !
The truth can hurt.. but it is also the beginning of the healing process.
Struggling for air as
I'm drowning in puddles of
Tears and left for dead.
#DrowningInPuddles #SeptCMChallenge #WritingPrompts
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Something that has not come to my lips,
Just peeks through my eyes.
It teases me .. sometimes you.
It seeks few words,
It wraps around a voice,
And tries to kiss my lips.
It remains a feeling.
Like a sweet fragrance floating in the air.
A fragrance that indulges you and me.
It can be still.
Like the calmness of deep blue ocean.
Where everything inside us feels alive.
Nothing is hidden in this world.
Except this one.
A secret within the depths of me.
Revealed on;y to you.
She walked out of a hair salon, more confident than when she walked in, but as she exited the building...
anxiety sank in...
Her wig began to itch...
She didn’t feel the same.
She knew she was changing...
She tried to ignore the pain.
Three weeks into treatment, her hair begun to shed...
Her hair line had gotten wider... The ache of her scalp drove her insane.
She made a tough decision...
She chose to shave her head....
But before they swept up the last of her past,
she grabbed a lock of her hair,
and clutched it tight in her hand. Held it close to her heart...
And whispered to herself....
I will win this battle, I know I will struggle, but in the end I will rejoice and find my “ne...
Why do we hold anger but let go of love, why do remember the bad but so quickly forget the good, we want to grow and nurture but we stand in judgement of each other, I have lost all hope in love it's only as good as a festive season.
There is no unconditional love only conditions we place onto love
Got not plans, planned no games
Love for darkness surging high,
Juz can't sleep, brain tell me why?
Guess This Heap of woe has bugged you bad
This stress, the misery, did it made you sad?
This time will fade, the time will change,
Better days will be back again!
Please clinch a lil more & keep the hopes alive,
I promise, my dear heart, together we will survive.
This storm of suffering will soon be gone,
All I expect from you, is just to hold on.
Let us try for one more time, let us fight for light.
This darkness within, will fade for sure, the sun will shine so bright.
Hoy y muchos días más e pensado en ti , en la manera tan dulce en que empezó todo como nos tomámos la confianza de saber todo una sobre el otro te amo tanto que no puedo explicar lo mal que me siento al ya no poder decírtelo el momento que te tube es y será lo más bello que pase tu eras mi Luz al final del túnel y mi sol en un día dé lluvia...siento tanto haver arruinado las cosas y lamento tanto no haber podido decirte que te amaba cuando tu me lo dijiste
Lo que aún me consuela es que siempre te recordaré con amor y felicidad fuiste la parte buena de la peor etapa y el peor momento de mi vida.
PARA: Mi amado fredo
Un amigo es una luz
Brillando en la oscuridad.
Siempre serás mí amigo, no importa nada más.
Una estrofa de una canción de Alejandro Lerner llamado "amigos para siempre".
Son los amigos los que hacen de esta vida más grata. Es un amigo el que te consuela en momentos de crisis. Es un protector que te ayuda en tus luchas. Y ademas, es quien hace el camino llano y sin obstáculos atravesando los por ti.
Gracias amigos por estar. Y perdonen si tardo en escribir.
Oh look am here again, readily accepting that what i have been saying in some of my past writings weren't right. Not because I deny them but because I have stopped believing in them. The ones who want me to believe are also believing that I cannot.
It's not easy to change the way you think so you change the way you perceive things.
Fear is like a storm of dust which leaves you breathless and all you do is to throw your limbs around and struggle just to breathe again. Mere survival is not the gift we seek from life, we seek and deserve much more than this. We deserve to grow and most importantly we deserve to breathe...
It's been a long while.
Hope one day I will believe again.
I came here to tell you
I’m over loving you
But I hope you have remorse
Cause you've broken me on purpose
You made sure I’ll have a breakdown
And your words just got facedown
You can live now heavenly
Cause this isn’t our destiny, oh
Oh, oh, oh, honey
I cried nights, I laughed days
But when I went to sleep
I needed a medicine
Now I’m no longer afraid to heal the loss
You’ve got indifference, careless
Like you used to treat me
When you told me how much you miss me
And how much you want to meet me
Well I no longer bite your lies
There was something and I can't contain
I've put my heart and then started the rain
Everything just flew away, star...
Esta no es una carta cualquiera ¿saben? Es muy importante, porque el valor y autoestima humana lo es, hoy es un día perfecto para que sepas que tu valor está sobre todas las cosas, no importa lo que diga la gente, si alguien no valora tu presencia ni sabe lo mucho que significas para el mundo, vete, esa gente no entiende nada.
Feliz cumpleaños Astrid, te deseo lo mejor del mundo, quiero que sepas que vales mucho para mí, que sos genial y que bendigo tu vida hoy y siempre, que cumplas muchos más. Claro que esta carta no era cualquiera.
How else could I describe passion?
How else could I show you myself?
With a scary truth
And a maddening vulnerability
With lies and secrets
Whispers to a crowd
And screams to the trees
Or crying into a quiet stream
Writing these words
Pushing the physical
Bending the music
To erase my woes
Do I create the wonderland?
A mad passion that made me take
Everything for my King
And leave behind myself
The brokenness that filled my emptiness
Can you hear my lips?
Will you listen to the story in my eyes?
Can you walk my roads?
Dance through the storms
And smile into the rain as I did?
Listen to my words.
Listen. Imagine my voice
No matter how long gone I am
In Your dreams, I am real,
A man who loves romance,
I draw not distances between us,
In Your dreams, I own You, all,
I ache for You, all over,
All over, my weak spots,
You may not see in me, Your image,
are all .
Tired of this ever going warfare,
I look up to the waxing moon.
As we shiver in the cold drizzle,
And I hope to be back soon.
Death doesn't scare me anymore,
Thought of Life without you does.
Failure terrifies me no more,
Failing to make you smile does.
Frail ropes, high hopes, sinking ships,
But we can make it to the shore.
Trembling earth and closing walls,
But we'll make it for sure.
These rains of fire can't burn me,
I wear the colour of you on my skin.
Those raging storms can't turn me,
I fly with scent of you in my wings.
You're the warmth keeping me,
Alive In the night when it snows.
I want to quit and be back to you,
But one must reap what he sows.
It's a long way ...
And then that eyes said to me,
Leave me alone.
I don't want to be bothered by you,
Let me try once more.
I can help you find step to that door.
Where you'll see,
Flowers, that will blossom.
Night, that will shine.
Where you will be cheered, all adored.
This would make me satisfied too.
If you'll not let me.
Because I would have failed you.
I will not be able to face you,
No incoming calls,
No text to receive
This was her routine.
I can't remember the reason I started calling you that. I know I used to just say "I love you Zero" and it caught on. But now everytime I think of "Zero" I see your face. Does this mean you were nothing to me? Were you everything to me? I don't know. I do know that ever since then I've tried cutting you out of my life and you've always tried to be part of it.
This just popped into my head. Carry on.
And so I write to no one...
How completely content it is to write at nothing.
It's like casting stones in a lake but there's no splashes.
Words meander like a snake at night hugging grassy knolls and slithering towards some unknown destination.
There's no need for a light if your writing in the dark, so to speak. The crowing from a distance back at me is but a phantom throw of words distorted. And what I hear isn't what I'm saying it's what I wanted to say, it's what I wanted to hear instead.
when the ears around you aren't as deep as your thoughts...
The writer in you is born..!
No matter what happens, I will remember you. Don't forget that I was here. I could see you back when you were invisible. I was here before all of this. Your memory is safe with me. I will remember you.
You did what you did, please forgive yourself and forget it all. I will hold you tight waiting for your glitters to dim-out within your ice cold body. I will remember you under the sun. Warm and happy. Even if I am not the one who holds the smoking gun, note that I am deeply sorry. I wish I could have been able to fix his mistakes.
Once the trumpets will be out, I will sing the universe to you. May you be at peace. Breathe out all of the pain they put in your inside. It's time to let go. I ha...
As a part of Lettrs Staff Writing Prompt, I am writing thanking letter to one person here on lettrs.
First of all, there are countless people here on letter for whom I should write thank you letter. For all those who have been with me on the journey of lettrs from years. but if I have to choose one person apart from all, it should be Sagarika PO#328471.
Here's the reason why I have chosen her among all others.
I am the kind of person who read books on varied range of topics and ponder over it all day. in fact that's the only thing I do in my life. my quest for understanding this phenomenon called creation is never ending process.
But in that quest I find myself so different and sepa...
Kiss me a decade later
And I'll still remember
The taste of your lips
Hug me a lustrum later
And I'll still feel the warmth
that radiates off your skin
Caress my hair
An century later
And I'll still remember
of your wrinkled palms
Make love to me
an eon later
And I'll still
kiss you after it's over.
Brew some coffee
and smoke with you
Hold my hand
A millenium later
And Ill still
never ket go of your hand
For I vowed to hold it
Walk a while with me
After a lifetime
And I'll still synchronise
My footsteps with yours
For I'd promised to walk
by your s...
That calls for love
From each shred of my bone.
Each corner smells of you.
There's a part of you,
a part of you
in the memories
that engulf my vision
on those abandoned,
Where my hand craves
the touch of your
Where my fingers wait
to intertwine with yours.
Where my smile waits
for your presence.
Because it doesn't come to me,
Unless I look at you
and absorb enough of you
in my veins
and achieve solace.
The stories I write,
The poems I pen down,
The heartbreak that I speak of,
Has remnants of you.
The applauds I recieve,
Are my trib...
It's not something that I intentionally do; it's something that just happens-like a reflex. It is my mind and body's first response when someone tries to get close to me, when they try to know me better. It's something that I've been wanting for ages and now that I can finally have It gripped tight in my fists, I'm letting it go. I'm letting all the love I can ever have slip away, just like that. And I'm not just talking romantically.
Call it what you will-a cliché or a phobia. Love scares me, now I know because I'm finally starting to understand it.
Sitting on the dinner table, today I realised how selfish I am. How I let the most important people in my life down, especially when these peo...
I'm gonna start writing again cause if there is something that will never change is my love to writing!
I've changed a lot, I grew up...
Now I know among all the close doors you have to breath through the window.