There has been many thoughts in me. How do I go to put this into words. These thoughts consume me. They are the small spark in the middle of me. How can I go about it? All I want to do is sit and cry. Let out this pain that I am not able to figure out where it sleeps. Within me it lives and when it comes to the light it consumes me. How can I be the best of me when I still have this? How can there be a better me - ever- when it is still; there somewhere. I am looking for it and I can't seem to find it. Maybe, I should let it out free to consume me. Because when I look for it, it evades me.
Category Archives: Sadness
Moments
There are days where there's complete happiness and sadness. A pit fall of confusion. There are moments when there's pure joy. Those that move you, so much that you have to react. There are other times when I wake to complete sadness. Where my heart pains in the sight of daylight. Times when I wake and sing some random words in expression of joy. There are moments where I can't remember a why. For anything of everything. There are moments where I need to cry. Cry the tears that my soul calls for, but my mind does not comprehend. There are moments where I need to jump because of happiness. Scream and dance to another day. These are all moments in my day. Some vary from day to day. Others are from moment to moment. And in some, from hours and minutes. Moments of my mind and my heart, In a fierce battle to control. The emotions that makes me on a daily basis. \Ruptes
Time Differences
It takes seasons for a change in the colors of the leafs on the trees. It takes weeks of dormant trees to grow foliage. It takes weeks of great weather and sunlight to make a beautiful landscape. It takes a moment for man to create a beautiful garden. In one night of frost, enough to kill the most beautiful views. \Ruptes
Circle of Loneliness
There can be a time,
When you can be center circle to things,
Within it you are the main attraction.
The one that everyone sees,
The moment that everyone wants,
The laughter that everyone hears.
Within the circle also lives,
dread, fear, and solitude.
Pain, distress, and sorrow.
Those that you know so well,
Discomfort, sadness, worthlessness.
Being all to everyone,
While being nothing at all.
This is constant,
Minute by minute, daily battle.
Surrounded by love,
But receiving none at all.
\Ruptes
Earth, The Troll
Drop the world! Off the pedestal. Who needs this? Why have it there? When it spews evil. Hate and unfairness. Those that pay are unduly bound, To the cruelty that it freely gift. \Ruptes
On Your Day
The sun rises in the morning, Our eyes opens with it, At that very moment, We have lost control of the day. Before we wake, Someone has already planned out, How your day will be, With their issues, Or their love. For sure, It is not in your control, It is theirs, On your day. \Ruptes
Cloudy Day
Greyed sky, Bland in emotions, Lacking excitement. Capable of a sudden shower, Or suspense, Unknowing to current or next events. \Ruptes
Still Searching
The believe that I am the source of my being, It is not possible that this is the reality I believe. I am not one to think highly, Maybe of others, but not from me. I am still searching in me, For that thing that I see in others. The thing that makes them great, Can I be great? \Ruptes
Self Esteem
I have always tried to be important to myself, Though I believe not, So I may not be important to anyone else. I should not be important for anyone else. I dictate how I believe everyone else should see me, Feel about me, Think about me, Because I do not have high regards, On who I am, and how I am. \Ruptes
Quote #5
There isn’t a way of making a change, if you are not able to see what needs to be changed.
\Ruptes
Shattered
I have not been able to see, Where this all leads to. Where anything that flows - end. The river goes and goes, To the eye no end in site. At the end there is a pool. What that body of water on the earthly slide carry. Can only be as refreshing as it looks. Crystal-ling look, melted glass moving, fast with speed, of gravity pulling, keeping it on its course. Down river there is a body - of water. That differentiates the temper of the river. Smooth and calm - mirrors. To the surrounding landscape. Waiting for you to jump in - shattered. \Ruptes
Coming to understand
there is no point in looking to understand the current things
those things can be anything
sometimes the means to understand them
is just the waste of a moment
the waste of your life
Over estimating a situation
for no logical purpose
-Ruptes
