And each time a tragedy flirts with you in circles, I hope you would proudly show off those threatening knives,
And each time the storm wipes traces of you from the battle grounds, I hope you'd proudly show off markers of fearless lives.
To hold power and not let it change you. To hold such allure but be bound by the goodness that flows like the river from within.
To hold the shapes of lives by the hands but to still not crush and mold it to favour you.
To be able to rain on everyone and fill the senses with the scent of you but staying away.
"How does it feel?"
"You don't want to know."
"Like I am supposed to feel bad for you for being envied?"
"You'd never understand."
But please hurry if you really love me
You'll dispose of me unceremoniously in the waves
And from one milestone to the next, you're still the girl in the picture. The same old joyful smile peeks through a prison of scowls at moments like this. I admire the person you have become, wise, grounded, imaginative, and through everything you're still a pure of heart.
And from one big life event to the next. You flourish and grow into the person that's content with just being. Not to please or offend. Just being the moment. I could still see the life that coursed through you when we first met face to face in these pages.
~Vanity is not it.
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At times the dullness of your life is overshadowed by the grandeur of the past moments, appearing real for a moment they tend to follow your journey forward, telling you who you were, how you were, what you lost and what you gained. If it was worth your time and if you were better now than back then or the effects of your prime that will cost you a decade later.
At times, the lightness of a heavy life is obscured by the joy of a relief you get when it is one karat lighter. But this weight you carry, was gold. And the more gold you carry, the more powerful you become. It doesn't matter if it appears to be mud with a damaged garment covering the exterior. Down the line, you will know the price of bearing light was peace.
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My arrogance, my need to feel superior is suppressed by my self loathing tendencies. The mania of standing between evil and lesser evil. How would I know where I belong.
Читать полностью…You called me the gates of heaven, the holy floors of the lord wrapped in white paradise, yet I am haunted by the unknown that befalls me, peeled over and over for the gaze of the pitiful world.
And he called me the diabolical first mother of the nation, tortured and damaged ancient temple. The comfort abode of the fallen, that the seed of evil came from me.
The night ends with a rough voice in the mind. If I could pretend this life was less of sacrifice than it was maybe then, I would adore the footsteps, plant trees in their wake and most of all I would never care for bygone fallen days.
The twilight's final finishing touch was overwhelming regret. If I could believe this downfall had an end, I would put a respect on the name of the soreness, print the inks on empty sheets and declare it art.
You don't wonder. The lights cease to make sense to your cells and your core doesn't jump at the sight of the mystery of my worlds.
You don't wonder. The recognition of someone a little too big for this small life doesn't cross your mind as you ask for my hand.
You don't wonder. The burns marks haven't taught you to be cautious. You'd believed you were the worst but I might just prove you wrong.
I wonder. What it is like to notice my light and love the darkness, to choose mere defenses to stand between us.
I wonder. What it's like to notice my expressive face and be tempted to pick apart every meaningful look and still ask all the wrong questions.
I wonder. What it's like to pretend to see the sear of my body parts as a costume, to swear you're innocent after all this.
-I wonder but you don't.
This song is just an agony women face at the hands of society that normalizes hate and objectification.And any woman who thinks she is above it all. Any woman that trusts a man has regretted. ~We're devolving , honestly
Читать полностью…How so lockable, not even trying to leave a dent on your walk to the end,
How so withdrawn, even separate from the spirit land,
How so loud, not even the mountains could swallow your sound,
How so tactful, even the liars believe your castle of sand.
She was a doctor, a girl, a caregiver. She was someone. Someone meant to live and reach her full potential. She was her own person and her mother's person, and a daughter, a friend, live saviour, smart and dedicated. And that was makes her sound like she is the past but how come she may be the future of every girl if she was indeed an accidental tragedy. Wasn't she just like us? Couldn't she have easily been any one of us? A human minding her business, trying to keep up and survive and even more serve the sick. So let me rephrase it. She is a doctor. She is still someone. She needs our help because she is us.
Читать полностью…And then there were stones in your black hair,
Ones that shimmer when the silence fairs,
And then there was an energy in your electric complexion,
Ones that is a secret to the all seeing reclusion.
Your hands reach for the hurt in souls even though you don't mean to poke the painful thing,
Your eyes see the recess side of the mind even though you don't mean to indulge and insinuate in their territories,
Your words pierce and barbs the head like a needle even though you don't mean to sting,
Your presence erupts something dormant in their sleeping beauties.
~ a crime on criminal earth to be
Why the way to the heart? Why not to the mind? They say the hardest thing to conquer is the one everyone has control of or at the very least seems to be in control of.
Читать полностью…And in denial you find the depth of putting off your work, the lengths you would go to keep yourself from greatness.
Читать полностью…Everything you thought I wrote you imagined. As the sun of my pieces I dedicate to anyone who has walked in life the way I do.
Читать полностью…Adagio music playing softly like a summer breeze, driving on 180 at midnight as the whip of the cold air slightly fogs the moon, bestowing the aura of ethereal melachony through the silent road. You settle to the seat like a comfy couch, hands barely controlling the wheels as if this moving car is your safety net. The drive of a life time but then just as you're about to fall asleep, you wake up and you're here, chained to walls.
Читать полностью…The magnolia fate is bound to the seas, to the harsh cold earth, to the wind among the waters and to the flames of deep trenches
Читать полностью…And then each chord is peaceful resonance of the skies playing,
I could be just as it was before the touch was pleading,
And then every thought fitted perfectly in the lines,
I could be just as I was before the signs.