There can never be a bigger blockage than that of what you give yourself. You are the one that can hold yourself back more than anyone can try. Because if you do not have believe in yourself, Faith in what you can do, Then you do not want to do. Which is worst than someone going against you. Because you went against yourself from the start. - Ruptes
There will be crying. But it will be tears of pain. With that pain, there will be joy. Brought to our realm. Our world. - Ruptes
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.
The year has ended and a new has come, Does it have good intentions? The last was awful! Nothing to miss. \Ruptes
I have not written in a while. Though I always write on my Moleskin Notebook. I have not been as active here online. I have not been transferring my works to the site. I just have not been doing it for no particular reason. It might be that I need to be disciplined and take a certain time of the day to do this. I always say I will do that and then – I don’t.
It might be the lack of passion to do this here. I have always hidden my poems from anyone up until maybe a few years ago. When I opened this site. For the longest time I also did not want it connected to me in real life. I wanted it to just be a page on the web where people can read and enjoy or hate my works.
My wife is the one that got me into sharing this. I first allowed her to read my works. I have written a few poems for girlfriends before. Until one day I was told that I was too emotional for writing poems. Not a bad compliment if it wasn’t that the person meant it as one! It’s laughable now, but it wasn’t then when you are trying to show affection, love, and your emotions for someone.
Well, I just wanted to let you all know that I will be trying my very best to put my poems up on a constant basis. I would appreciate if you comment your opinion or thoughts under them…
Anyhow, I hope everyone is staying safe and is able to try to have a Happe New Year’s. It has definitely been a hard year and maybe “Happy” is a hard word to swallow.
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
A blank notebook is nothing to you
But when filled in with your words
Does it become an extension of your mind?
Perhaps a tangible mind in the form of a limb
Which happens to be a notebook.
Adorn by beauty
And maybe lush
A bit chaotic
Filled with love.
Amongst the wild acts
There’s some care
A form of caring.
At all cost
And for everything
You are their everything.
I may take you to my world,
Where’s there’s no colors,
Just black and white.
Crystal clear, With a glare that outshines, Seeing the blue above the ocean, Can it also be an ocean? Give the feel of happiness, The white that floats in the sky, Cotton, pillows, marshmallows? What is perceived, When indoors all beauty can be seen, When outdoors, You see, It's no summer skies. It quickly moves to freeze. - Ruptes
Like a roller coaster you go.
Up or down in emotions.
And never steady for too long.
Like a roller coaster.
You run through your emotions to quick.
Without settling on one.
Passing by you like a blurr.
Color my soul black
To show for all the pain
Confusion, and mess
There is no colors to show
For life has stolen happiness
It’s black like a ditch
And when you reach in
There’s only decomposed matter
Do you not smell that color?
The smell of rot taking control
Only this I know
How black is my color
And makes my shadow
But also speaks volume Of my being.