Love AgainLove AgainMore Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
Just Say YesThe influence of her soul celestial dawn. Each morning light up my senses.More Like This
For me you are the sun, that flooded my heart…
The road to my salvation…
For me touch your hair, It's like being in heaven…
Between the lights of your eyes, and the warmth of your soul...
The only secret I keep inside me ... is the immortality of an eternal love.
Those intense eyes mysteriously watching me... Because it was your soul, by nature was all the good that can be: compassionate, patient, honest, virtuous and full of love.
Today I decide to love you. I want nothing more than in this life. It's torture, an insult. I decide. And I decide to reject it, and why? Just to be with you.
You've been like finding the full grace, an experience beyond any trivial sense. As a religious experience.
Because, since I had the good fortune to look at you, the only thing I can remember clearly is the death of a heart that only lives to adore you.
A bitter sob burns my throat. I would not sleep anymore
Wild ChildMother always had a plot of land for me.More Like This
I was given a corner of the backyard to dig and plant and rule as I wanted. I explored jungles, befriended giant snakes and monstrous bugs, all the while, battling the overgrown brush, letting in the sun to an undiscovered world. I hunted rabbits and squirrels, spear in tow - any stick I could find - and wailed fierce battle cries as I fought through the untamed forest. I was the farmer, harvesting, or the jaguar, preparing to pounce, or the florist, picking over my immense garden for hours to find the perfect collection of wildflowers and weeds and remnants of discarded seeds to piece together and make bouquets. I was the wild child, spending too much time with plants and bugs, and not enough with people.
I grew, as everything does - my garden taught me that much - and I abandoned my childish preconceptions that there are no weeds - every plant is beautiful in the eyes of a toddler florist. I had seen mother weed with prejudices and I gradually
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.More Like This
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- maybe then I would have reciprocated to your efforts all my yearning I've kept sealed tightly, maybe then we might have had a chance.
When I told you to make things clear and to stop teetering between the fringes of my hopes and dreams and the cruel loneliness that awaits, my blood was already thinning and I was gagging from my silent yet continually flow
L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on theMore Like This
Edge of life
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
SelbsterkenntnisWahre Liebe,More Like This
Ständig auf der Suche nach dem,
was Viele 'den Richtigen' nennen.
Was ich wirklich liebe, begehre ich.
Doch, was ich wirklich begehre,
liebe ich nur soweit, dass es mich nicht verletzen kann.
Das Herz schweigt,
der Verstand übernimmt die Führung.
beep beepthat familiar beepMore Like This
it soothes me
it tells me he still loves me
i hear it and my aching heart excites
i rush to my phone hoping its him
but alas another email
it seems, in his new paradise, he has forgotten me
in my heart i know he'll be back
but everyday my hope grows ever dimmer
what i want most is to be near him
to be held in those loving arms
to feel his familiar touch
to be kissed by those familiar lips
for our love i shall wait
for him i shall be patient
i shall try
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishMore Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
.throw my bonesMore Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
Dear once lover.You stole my confidence, you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it, in the black hole of your absence.More Like This
You used my patience, you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.
You decapitated our relationship, you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.
You cut up my affections, you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.
You broke my heart. You took it, in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, & you shattered it across my future with you.
You shocked me to the core, a surreality I long to never feel again, as the abundance of my tears was enough to drown me, suffocate me, into an eternal river of agony, that my memories of us will float upon.
You deceived me beyond repair, I thought you would hold me through the hard times, instead you trampled on my pride, you flattened my hope, you destroyed the love I had for you, kiss
Barely ContainedCurled up so tightMore Like This
that bones become
pliant and shift to
fit the imposition
of paws and sharp
ears, I feel you -
humming in my heart.
That tiny little space
that vibrates with
the subtle barely
of affection – are you
purring in my ribcage?
A little ball of raw
muscle wrapped in a
softness to protect it,
a furry shell to keep
it safe. The persistent
pressure and pawing
of an impatient feline
at dinner time – that’s
the weight on my heart
and the tugging at it
when I hear your name.
An ear twitches and
ripples ticklishly on the
inside of my clavicle
and I spasm it out;
I love you --
Because I am addicted to youMore Like This
My heart still beats like yours
I still remember that day
The pavements were wet
But there was no October rain.
You kept my soul between your paper-cuts
And took my kisses born in June
My soul is safe between your flesh
All of 27 grams belong to you.
And I pulled your shirt to my body
I found your lips on mine
Your fingers were in my hair
Your eyes whispered: "Forever thine".
The sheets were crumpling under us
I felt the weight of your body on me
You know my touches were begging:
"Honey,don't ever leave!"
You love me.
And make me smile.Everyday.
I didn't a thing.
You're here now,you chose to stay.
They tell me :
"This is not the way you should live"
But I have you for my own,
You're the brand upon my skin.
I wanted to grow old with youI wanted to grow old with you:More Like This
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
this is how man made godIt was at the brink.More Like This
The flashpoint between
animal and something
greater than animal,
where neurons divided
to a complexity that they could
no longer comprehend. It was at
the provenance, the inception,
where all of existence would kneel
and cry out for significance.
When the last
fragment of this world
received that coveted answer
and everything stood, complacent
in purpose, man
wanton of reason
'Why am I?'
Breathing this unto
every fraction of his reality,
man came to a silent repetition -
the earth's disquieting echo.
In that silence, he carved
for himself a place and
purpose in persistent rock, a being
to invoke reason for being, because
a void in space-time demands
to be satisfied, because
'Cognito ergo sum'
is not answer enough.
And this is how man made god.
Becoming The DarknessMore Like This
Becoming The Darkness
Hope is slowly falling away
The shadows are consuming me
Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end
Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong
The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies
The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
A tranquil calmness on the outside
A black storm rages on the inside
My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over
And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light
10 Myths About IntrovertsI came across this list recently and felt like sharing it. I am an introvert, myself. I found myself completely agreeing with all of these things !!More Like This
Myth #1 Introverts don't like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don't talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won't shut up for days.
Myth #2 Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don't interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don't worry about being polite.
Myth #3 Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don't see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure t
Just becauseIt tears you down, but you stand up,More Like This
It moves you, but you stay still,
It touches you but you don't feel
Just because -
You tear me down to get up
You grab me so you stay still
You hit me so you don't feel
Just because -
I let you,
I need you,
I want you,
Just because -
I Love you.
Live OnWhat are you to doMore Like This
when the sun isn't the sun anymore?
When it's just an eye
looking down on you
with the same near-tragic disappointment
so clearly visible in the faces
of everyone else around you.
What are you to do
when the wind isn't the wind anymore?
When it's just another voice
telling you how worthless you are;
how much of a failure you are;
and how you will never amount to anything.
What are you to do
when the rain isn't the rain anymore?
When it's just more tears.
More tears to compliment
the hundreds that you've already shed;
each more pointless than the last;
none of them helping in the slightest.
You live on.
You live on, knowing that for every condemning look,
there is a praising look.
That you just haven't noticed them,
because you thought the others were right-
but they're wrong.
You live on, knowing that just because the angry voices are the loudest;
it doesn't mean that the joyous ones don't exist.
Knowing that truth doesn't come from hatred;
it comes from love.
Best FriendsHis fingers in my hair,More Like This
Lips on my cheek, my forehead,
Gentle, almost invisible,
Not meant for me.
Late nights, Disney movies,
In the arms of a friend.
Mine, all mine.
His hands on my cheek, my waist
My fingers brushing through his curls,
We're moving closer, closer,
Always talking, listening, understanding
Then her name appears
And he is gone
Never mine at all.
Sharing sweet moments,
Alone together, wrapped up,
Cuddling on a bus, oblivious to anything
Outside our little bubble.
Lovers, or so it would seem,
Headed nowhere and everywhere
Anywhere with him, for him,
Anywhere at all
And then she's there,
And I'm not
Or maybe I never was.
But then, night falls,
And it's just us,
My head on his chest,
His arms around me,
Wrapped up, safe and warm,
Gentle, almost invisible,
The safest sleep,
Wishing the night would never end,
And counting down the days with a heavy heart
Until I must give up, yet again,
What was always, never mine.
Goodbyes are ignored for laughter,
You KnowYou know that feeling of waiting for a bus in the rain, trying to stay dry? Then a bus comes, and the sign says "Not in Service" but you walk out from under the shelter, just in case that changes. No one else moves, but you had to, because it would be so much worse to miss the bus than to risk getting a little bit wet.More Like This
You know the point in a night where everyone begins to leave, the music dies down, and the buzz starts to wear off? But you're not quite ready to leave, so you turn your own music back up, create your own buzz, because to let the party die down so soon would mean to admit defeat, and you could never do that.
You know the girl who never stops trying, who smiles when she's broken, who refuses to stay down when she's lost? She's a girl who will always believe in a better day. She walks in the rain, sometimes for a reason, and sometimes just for the hell of it. She would stay out all night rather than be alone at home. She lives for the music, for the excitement, and for the
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;More Like This
What is Love? When all is Hate.
What once was a peaceful dream so
Lucid, so daring, so bold!
Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told.
As a child, I knew not of you,
What was false, or on the other hand, true
As eyes turn on me, cold,
You alone take me in your arms and hold
On to what is left of a little girl who never made it out
Of that dream to be forgotten.
I thought things were forever
Dare I say anything could die, for that was never.
But life is a funny thing, you know?
You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..
Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfect
But as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,
The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific.
I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but true
And true it is, true with all the evil life could do
Though I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
recappedbath robes andMore Like This
mini bar vodka;
holds some pride in denial
til second guessings
bring it back.
knock it back.
hold the burn like a kiss.
let it tingle on the lips.
refill with water;
reset the cap.
no one will notice
Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
I Will Believe That You're Okay...If you tell me you're fine,More Like This
Then I won't question it.
I won't ask you about the cuts,
Or the bruises.
I'll turn a blind eye to everything...
Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,
And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.
Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!
We'll watch a movie, play a few games.
C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,
Be my wingman--er, lady tonight
And in the morning, let's go for a walk,
There's a huge park just a short distance away.
We could go on one of those nature trail things!
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
And maybe, after you've had some time to think,
You'll see that things ain't quite as bad as you thought.
And if one day isn't enough to convince you,
Then I'm going to try again tomorrow.
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!