A chilly morning out in the wilderness
I can't bear to be contained inside human structures
I don't mind living out of a tent
It sure is a lot cheaper than paying the much too expensive rent
Listening to the birds sing with cheerful melodies
Gleefully unaware of the world's present tragedies
I wish I was a bird
So I could fly away
As the sun sets into the night of day
My wings still broken and shattered
Having Lost EVErything that eveR and truly mattered
Maybe one day I'll fly
But oh where to go from here?
I do pray that Christ's Return is imminently near
Gypsy soul n-EVA resting
This indeed will prove to be the ultimate testing
There is a bitter taste in my mouth
The one I have after biting my words off.
The one I taste after putting away my emotions. I'm in pain. Just not visible on my face.
I hear a constant screeching of wheels stuck in mudroad. Trying to get escape the never ending ever sinking feeling. The feeling of pain undescribable.
My nose is a house of pungent smell. Of slow rotting of life. Of eventual death. Of a callous murder done by me. Of me. I'm in pain. The mute pain.
In broad daylight when the sun shines bright. My eyes, hurt. They are used to perpetual darkness of closed dusty rooms. Of cobwebs and 3 day old coffee. My eyes is accustomed to a mess and loneliness. The kind that I can nev...
May all that we feel can be conveyed with a touch on each other's heart,
Words seems too incompetent sometimes...
I may be heartbroken for a while,
Your fashion of loving is out of style,
Does it matter loving you makes my soul smile,
Am I to continue alone down this lonely mile?
We lose people - to life, to someone else, to time, to different circumstances. People start believing that time shall heal us.
Does it really?
Does the void ever disappear?
Day after day,
With you not around me.
I know an year has passed,
And time should have filled up that vacant space,
With memories anew.
But the ache remains the same,
In no way lessened.
I wake up with the thought of your absence,
Piercing my skin like needles.
My heart with spokes of lies.
And it lingers on all day.
I laugh and I always long for you to see me like this,
See me trying too hard to blend in,
To justify what people around me are thinking,
That I have moved on.
Time is of the essence,
if it matters, if I matter,
if WE matter...
To many gunshots,
to much worry,
I give 2 more hours for u to be here,
for you to prove it...
I know you get my messages ALL of them
So now I'll know what I truly do mean to you all within 2 hours time span...
Never sell your soul for debt/money, the devil will come out from within you; stay too the highest of truth and you will be, to be bring yourself to being yourself
Life’s echoing river will never die/dry, as long as their is motion, too move is to create energy; energy can only change form, so the more souls ((“Multi+dimensional being, that is Energy(for energy can’t be destroyed and can only change form) that is a Quantum lifestyle and a solace pathway; life’s rippling rear of Devine happens”) or are you a NPC robot? That’s why you got to “Knowing of,“ and grow from ”Knowing it.” )the more God+Creater/life, will see more of itself....a means of seeing more of 1ones self.
In these toughest junctures, all I have is you!
The one who keeps exciting me to do my best and never think about what the others do for us!
He is been there to check on me to have the seasoning food I have had in all my life!
Coming here these days feels like the globe is been terminated by this virus and I am alone here left to check who else is alive in this world?
In afternoons like this , when nothingness consumes my being the only thought that remains in my head is you , you swirl in my head like a whirlpool , bringing all the memories to crash at the edge of a cliff , In the serenity of this afternoon you wreck havoc inside my heart the very thing that you ground to pieces , shattering me with a just a glimpse of you in my memories.
1:20am... tears rolling down my cheek watching videos of strangers roll by this sweet girls house with banners and horns like a private parade for her birthday. I cry because now knowing I cannot have children I feel the utter empty loneliness of being alone. No one that is mine or is a part of me. This is how I have felt most of my life.. I think it’s in our nature to belong to people. To truly be connected with another person like a circulating Current. All the love these people showed to this girl to celebrate HER..
Necesitamos un Líder Fuerte MUNDIAL... Que se ponga DE PIE por TODAS LAS NACIONES..no solamente x la propia CASA de el... Y defina ACCIONES CONCRETAS DE APOYO para TODO EL MUNDO... UNA SOLA VOZ... tanto para TOMAR ACCIONES CON LAS NACIONES FUERTES COMO CON LAS MAS DÉBILES...
You asked me who gave me black eyes and I was honestly confused then figured it was my eyeliner you must have been seeing as black eyes, till just now looking in the mirror with no make up on at all and I myself can see the dark circles under my eyes... Now I have an answer to your question on who gave me black eyes!
At least these 2 at this time! They are a product of all the tears I've cried over the past months! Especially the last couple weeks! So yeah the person who gave them to me is YOU!
Tujhe tujhse zyada abh janta hu..
Teri har baaton ko ache se pehchanta hu..
Haan tujhe tujhse zyada abh jaanta hu..
Baatein alfzon se nahi dil se hoti hai
Raatein taro se nahi andhere se hoti hai..
Haan tujhe tujhse zyada andhere ko chahta..
Tujhe tujhse zyada saaf dil ko manta hu
Pagal tha tabhi pareshan sa kar rakha tha..
Tujhe manane k liye apni aukat tak bhul jata tha..
Abh had mein hu tabhi khamosh alfazo mein hu aur haan
Tujhe tujhse zyada apni aukat ko manta hu..
No sé ustedes ... Pero Yo .... PERSONALMENTE... Requiero que nuestros líderes discutan una solución GLOBAL sin Estadísticas locales y se abran a un MUNDO GLOBALIZADO ...y sin periodistas amarillistas... O sedan el cargo a seres humanos con una perspectiva más amplia de la Crisis Mundial...
Hum dard chupate nahi bayan karte the..
Shukhrr hai khushiyon ne unki jagah chinn li..
The NHS Angel's,
The guardian angels of a hospital ward,
Rebecca is the strongest of them all,
She is never going to take flight.
She like the others will lead us out of this plight
Gathering strength focused on work not pay.
She grows stronger every day.
To emerge as a Phoenix, Goddess like,
All the other Angels shall unite.
The strength of one may be enough
The strength of them all is true love.