A lot to No Where
Can this chaos be controlled? The one where my mind wonders and wonders and to no where it leads.
Ruptes
Tag: Poetry
How?
How can I live out of my mind? When all it does is accost me.
Ruptes
Quote #1
There comes the time when is enough, actually enough.
- Ruptes
Freedom
Freedom from your thoughts, is the real freedom you need. If you’re a slave to your mind what difference is the freedom granted to you?
- Ruptes
On Point
Determined to live my life on the side that counts the most - with Him.
Never Felt
I’ve never feared missing something.
Or someone so much until.
I felt that I lost them.
Finite
There in the clouds and in the sky you can see that,
Everything here is finite.
The clouds move and never stay stagnant,
They must go.
The sky brightens at the start of the day,
Then it darkens at the end of the day.
Everything is finite,
From the most mundane to the most important.
Toast To My Mind
Toasting to the mind that I have,
It only knows how to cause me panic,
Anxiety, and pain.
Toasting to the death you are giving me,
Not the great job you do.
Impossible To Know
There is no way that any one can know
If I cry - is it always sadness?
Inpossible to know.
I say. I am always happy.
These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.
Make it Me
Watch me light her up.
Put the torch to it.
Warm it up pass the burn.
Have it close to me.
And when I breath I make it, me.
Within me it creates clouds.
Those that people say yuck to.
Those of which I enjoy.
Because in the exhale it takes it all.
The stress and anxiety.
Nothing better than this smoke.
Today
There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.
Tough Fight
Hair super messy.
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s disoriented.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
There’s something.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.
-Ruptes
