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.
Tag Archives: 2021
You and Who
bring closer, the emotions from your eyes, with the look you give, the way you touch with them, sometimes how you bind with them, captive anyone, with how captivating. bring closer, the emotions of your lips, to lips, the way it shows how you want to kiss, softly and gently, please. bring closer, the smoothness of your skin, where it's smooth cotton, ready to be of service to the wounds, on a way to repair a heart, love as the anecdote, to mend and cure. bring closer, your soul, to combine together, making a moment of masterpiece, between two, you and who?
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
Wandering Life
It's just normal.
To go threw life undecided.
To wander across times and years.
With no aim.
Society places levels and achievements.
Stumble across your desires in your wanders.
Nothing bad, at all.
To not wanting the first option.
\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
Your Light
There can be a bright light in your darkness. The light can be found around you. When there is no other light coming to light you. You have to shine for yourself. Because the first light to shine your path has to be you. Without your light lit first, all others do not matter. \Ruptes
Dancing Like The Wind
The wind comes and goes, Over there and here. It dances in the air. The streets, and the open space. Everything's a dance floor. Coming close to you and whisper. The words, and sounds of happiness. As it smiles and laughs, In the enjoyment of time, Wouldn't it be wonderful? If we, Laughed, danced, and enjoyed life. Like the wind? Dancing in the open, Regardless who hears, See it Lambada with the leafs, Or feel it, as it slightly dances pass you. \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
