Todo lo que quiero no es nada más, que toques mi puerta.
Pues si te veo sólo una vez más, moriría feliz, estoy segura.
El día en que dijiste adiós, murió también una parte de mi.
Llore toda la noche en mi cama, sola sin ti a mi lado.
Pero si me amaste ¿Por qué me dejaste?
Llévame... O llévate todo.
Todo lo que quiero, todo lo que necesito es encontrar a alguien... Como tú.
The evil you do,
Remains with you.
The good you do,
Comes back to you.
Cada noche te pregunto si estoy haciendo lo correcto... Respecto a todo.
Y no respondes.
Te pedí que lo hicieras, te pedí una señal, te pedí en algún sueño, te pedí al cerrar los ojos, te pedí a ti... Y aún no estas aquí.
Dime algo, por favor.
Aún no se si me ves o si me escuchas, pero créeme que te lloro y grito de rodillas, que me digas algo.
Besos al cielo. O donde estés, mi amor.
En una noche como cualquiera sentí de pronto tu querer, acaso de mi te acordaste y a pesar de la distancia en pensamientos me viniste a ver?
En el silencio escuché los pasos cansados del ayer, nuestras horas de primavera tranquilas se iban con el.
Y en una fresca brisa entre sueños te vi aparecer, tan bella y delicada cual caricia como siempre te recordé.
Me inundó entonces la angustia y no supe que hacer con aquel dolor tan grande que volvió a aparecer, pero sabía que sola no estarías y sentí tranquilidad y pude notar tu calma y mi alma apaciguar.
Supe que también me pensaste y te vi sonreír, y con esa dulce sonrisa te despedías de mi:
“No llores me dijiste, pues nos v...
Sólo deseo, que de alguna forma, puedas leer todo lo que escribiré cada día, para ti, mi amor.
Créeme que tu ausencia aún me rompe en pedazos, que dejaría todo por tenerte esta noche a mi lado.
Y saber que definitivamente no vas a volver es... Devastador.
No lo decidiste así, y de verdad espero que nadie lo haya decidido así, porque arrebatarme de tu lado, de esa forma, no debería tener sentido.
Cada noche aun te espero en mis sueños.
Descansa un día más, mi amor, allí, donde nadie va a hacerte daño.
Aún te amo, aún te espero, aún deseo verte sonreír.
I feel the wind gently hit my face
I feel the wind caressing my hair intently
I feel my heart pounding
as if I will feel the caress of love from you
only with a poem can you fly me flying
make me a woman completely
only with the romance that you pour in your poetry makes me approach me, sticks to you like a magnet that draws my negative side to your positive side
creating a vibration that cannot be expressed in words
only conscience can convey all the messages of our love
a message of heart wrapped in love and sincerity
© Selly Agtus
when I sit kneeling in the corner of my room
I feel freezing over my body
my body trembles
feel the pain of the heart piercing sharply in the bottom of my heart
I raised my head and looked around
look around my room
makes me feel more emptiness in my heart and soul
this feeling of depression killed me slowly
embrace me cruelly
Blind my eyes to be away from happiness
I immediately realized the hurtfulness of my heart
will anyone save me in my emptiness
How is it that the time I’m spending forgetting you
Is longer than the time I spent loving you?
-Silence in Echos
Love feels the most beautiful when it’s reciprocated.
We don’t know what love is until we discover the kind of person we are and the kind of soul we’ll fall for.
We fall in love a few times in our lives, but it doesn’t really go well, things keep on happening, some time or the other.
Until you’re focusing on your partner only, you will be taken for granted and you won’t realise it until they start treating you like shit.
We all go through this because we feel so lonely within, that we just go insane in love.
All those betrayals, abandonments, cruelty that you face with your partner is only teaching you that you can handle some assholes like that and a stupid soul like yours even in the ...
When I read a poem from you
My heart is pounding incessantly
I take every word you pour in a pen and paper with beautiful words from you
When I realize the meaning of every word you say and write in a pen and paper
I realize that I'm heading to a door that is outside the fence of rule,waiting to be broken
A large padlock and a chain of chains that locked the door of my heart that was outside the fence called the fence of the rules
I read back every word you wrote and without realize it,my tears dripped like a paper boat sailing slowly down a hill called the face
A face full of love and to be love
In the turmoil of being filled with love
My heart is embraced by the depth of your l...
"As if I was immersed in a heartbreak, I hesitated for a love. Did this doubt keep me silent and try to understand the meaning of all this?"
At least one of these questions is constantly entrenched in my mind.
Day after day I lived with half my heart,as if my empty figure was still silent.
Standing still in a dark corner of my heart.
Maybe because this is indeed a life that has been written for me.
Or am I just being apathetic in going through my turmoil.
A short story about me,wrapped in a series of words that are not beautiful but also not bad.
Treatise of a woman's heart who has the name "heart"
© Selly Agtus
Am so scared, cause he is reaching out to me,
Should I walk into his plane?
Or should I be rooted to where I stay?
He is giving his hand to help me..
Should I take it?, should I dare?
Cause am so scared and I wonder
How would the walk be, In that higher plane,up there!!
Would it be hard or would it be something I can bear?
Or will it be like a moonwalk?
Or should I be aware?
Will I be able to stay?
Would he help me all the way?
Or will I fall from that mighty plane?
And be no more, stripped to the bones,
Naked and bare!!!
It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Learning To Read
Very soon the Yankee teachers.
Came down and set up school;
But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—
It was agin’ their rule.
Our masters always tried to hide
Book learning from our eyes;
Knowledge didn't agree with slavery—
’Twould make us all too wise.
But some of us would try to steal
A little from the book.
And put the words together,
And learn by hook or crook.
I remember Uncle Caldwell,
Who took pot liquor fat
And greased the pages of his book,
And hid it in his hat.
And had his master ever seen
The leaves upon his head,
He’d have thought them greasy papers,
But nothing to be read.
And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,
Who heard the children spe...
Can’t you see?
I’m so fragile one more thing
Could break me
All I need is simple
Help me out or I might crumple
So low like I'm buried under the surface
When i speak can't you see
The dirt falling off of me
I'm all alone and that's the one thing
You promised I'd never have to be
I'm stressed and worried
Exhausted beyond my limits
Why can't you sense it ?
I lay next you and I hope you see
How can you not feel the sadness radiating off me?
How can I not affect you?
I feel radioactive
Everything I touch goes up in flames
I'm sitting here living dust
Going on with life
While you watch me
My mind convinces me I'm insane
You love m...
The pale rose is
astonished among the
Striving to be the
the most perfect.
And in her desire of being,
she forgot her true
Her destiny in life
was to delight others
and not just her.
His face haunts my dreams,
I can't find any peace
From the memory he left
And it almost makes me hate myself
How I can't live my life as before.
I thought I was healing from the pain,
But then his memory filled my head again;
And I can't breathe anymore,
Without knowing I will meet him
Outside of my dreams.
But there is no gain
In chasing a fantasy,
So I must let him go
And think to myself from now on
(I'm lying you know).
What it was meant to be,
And what that has become
Were never the same,will never be anymore,
And in between the worlds of 'was' and' has become'
she wandered carrying the whole load,
Of prayers, beliefs, regrets and tears,
Until she could bear it no more
Then she realized that her reality was hard but ,
The the stamp it left is harder,
And she could do nothing about it anymore..
Are made for walking
Under the September moon
Which fallen fruits
Are safe to eat
And which ones
Make you ill. JD
*Good vs Bad*
#WalkingAndWondering & #SeptemberMoon #SeptemberFalls poetry challenge
#FallenFruits #TealMoonHarvest September poetry prompts
I hope one day you
say my name and realize
just how much you lost.
#SayMyName #EunoiaPrompts challenge
" And there is MORE of you to LOVE...
Discover. Nurture. Embrace.
You are your LULLABY and
WAKE UP CALL. "
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
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This is for the beloved ones here on this app that have created a small world of words where there is no chaos and only peace.
Thanks for creating this world and, in process, making our days fine for years.
😍Happy Birthday sweetheart😍
Today is a special day not only for you, but also for me because there is no other that can make me as happy as you and because today is the day in which you celebrate another year of your life as my wife.
Ever since I met you I knew that sharing my life with you was what I had to do, you inspired me to become a better person, and thanks to you I can keep saying the same thing. Let’s grow together and continue to love each other forever. Your presence makes me be a better person every day and I cannot stop loving you. Today I will make sure that you spend an unforgettable birthday,
Your smile is the engine that moves my soul. I hope to continue to enjoy thi...
I met you and I
was able to dream
Every moment I spent with you
It was like a dream.
I will never forget
This beautiful dream.
For those moments
I am grateful.
You feel heavenly when the entirety of India celebrates a day fully dedicated to your profession!
A profession which allows me to be in touch with 100's of true souls every day!
And the privilege gets tripartite when those true souls respect you, finds you as their idol, walks on the path guided by you!
And above all, you have the power to mold them the best way you can!
The cherry on the cake is when you are a preschool teacher!
With those tiny little bunch, you not only get the experience to teach them but to mold them to be the better person, individual, personality and character in the true spirit!
Happy Teachers Day!
It doesn't make sense, right? Wishing someone who isnt a teacher by profession but someone's wishing you.
Well, there is a reason. Actually, many reasons. If I have to point them, it will take a lot of time. However, I will.try my best to be crisp, clear and short.
Remember, the first time you cheated on me. You taught me not to believe anyone. I was heart broken. The pain coursed through the sinews of my personality - our relation.
The second lesson you taught me was to stop looking at you, eyes filled with love, lust and passion. Now they desperately seek approval from you. One frown, one tch sound would make me cringe and I would cover my arms with those long sle...
To all ,
who have tought me & Helped me learn
Happy Teacher's Day!
Thank You So Much!🧡
I have always admired your clarity of concept,
Towards you, I feel utmost respect.
As a teacher, I wish to be like you,
A person of words, very few.
I wish I could be your student once again,
Learn from you and forever retain.
My mind can grasp from very few,
For being the one, I want to thank you.
HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY SIR
Words cannot express the vibe we share,
I constantly feel your genuine care.
There are things I dont even know exist,
Your driving force encourages me to persist.
I feel so comfortable discussing things with you,
The ones who can clear my doubts are very few.
I have always admired your clarity of concept,
And the way you politely make me introspect.
Listening to you, I learn so much.
Positivity surrounds, your aura is such,
There is alot to say, but I must conclude,
With feelings of admiration and umost gratitude.
HAPPY TEACHERS DAY MA'M