"I've fallen in love with the rain, and it loved me back. For a brief moment i realised that even i could love with all my might. I kept falling for her every time she moved with an unequalled grace, Her laughter became my thunder, echoing through my veins. I fell in love with her anger, that jilted lightning expressing her wrath. I felt i finally found the one, but then the seasons changed.
Now i have a heart, that's overcast and stormy as the sky.
Now i see the rain from behind a glass pane,
Tears of our love, flowing down the window
Now i run from the rain, to escape the downpour that would remind me of her, now i run from it avoid getting my heart sore,
Now i run from it, because i don't enjoy the rains any more"
This one's for the love that changed with the season.
Flowers, they have so many meanings. (love,happy,death,sad,hatred) Everything/everyone has a meaning in life, if you don't might as well die, but then again why die? Maybe cause you think you'll escape your problems (reality.) You just have to learn to live around your surroundings. Yeah the expectations you live up to is crazy, and that's a problem but when your gone you'll have no problems. Only the pain that you've given your loved ones, who loved you for you were. That pain well never go away from them, and that's a problem, that you'll never fix... Maybe I'll take flowers to your funeral. #photography#flowers
Excerpt from "While she blinks".
Whether your #depression surfaced from a specific event or not, we all experience this same quiet emptiness every once in a while described in this poem. It's a silent cry, laying in bed, eyes open but looking at nothing. And you just feel... empty. The tears roll slowly across your face and you learn to accept it.
I started therapy around two years ago and I continue to go twice a month. Although I don't need it as much as I once did, it benefits me greatly.
Don't ever be afraid to get help. Don't ever be afraid to talk about your feelings because someone else is going through or has gone through the same thing. You're worth twice as much as you believe.
Never go a day without telling someone that you love them. Sometimes that's all someone needs to hear. Your family, your partner, your friends all know that you love them; but there's nothing better than actually hearing it. I always make it a point to tell my loved ones this because I never want them to forget and I never want to feel like I didn't let them know how much they meant to me.
Spread love, spread hope, give help. -----
You can fid this poem's entirety at clomyquad.blogspot.com
Each day i treat my inner child with love & gratitude...I allow the innocence, playfulness & its beauty to shine bright...I give my inner child the space to come out & play...by Lee 💕
📷 @allansdphotography #allansdphotography
What good does it do to tell a broken heart to not grieve?
All I know is hearts closed for too long become numb and numb hearts yearn to feel. Even feeling vulnerable doesn't seem so bad.
They say, "falling in love is painful". But how? I don't really understand why they would call something so pure painful?
Of what I've tasted of this emotion I can say one thing. Falling in love is beautiful and pure. Tell me. Don't you love the rain?
The rain which falls for us and impregnate the earth for humanity to flourish us?
Or the shooting star you wish upon fervently losing its existence?
I think its a great example of how falling is beautiful too.
Being in love is the most blissful thing even though if its the wrong person, the ache feels so ecstatic. And being in love with you was all it needed to make me realize I'm normal too. That I too contain the capacity of having such emotions. Frivolous things like getting hurt were not the concerns I had, I sincerely cared about you.
But what really difficult and painful was the realization of the need to fall out of love. When you finally can't ignore it and have to force yourself to see its not healthy for you or you aren't meant to be. When it hits you, that is the part you are not ready to accept it and blame it on falling in love or maybe its just our way of comforting ourselves.
Either way, I found it the hard way.
But never would I regret this, for this makes me who I am now. Since, regretting it would mean regretting meeting you which is not possible. The good thing is I'm learning to love this me, the one you left. And I'll cherish the parts you left in me and hopefully move on to a better future.
Tempo, distorce o tempo, o tempo que a em mim não há em lugar em algum.
Hum é mais que um, em momentos raros sou multiplicidade noutros sou só metade. Muitas vezes nunca noutras inteiro.
A voz é a canção da alma que toca o coração, minha ação é perplexidade, diante da disformidade distorcendo quaisquer idade.
Na distorção da realidade tem a beleza da maturidade da fantasia provocada ecoada nas batidas dum coração solitário.
O tempo me faz andar devagar pois na pressa me perco em sorrisos sutis sem alicerces, na distorção da vida conhecer todas as manhãs.
O tempo em mim, requer as chuvas pra florir todas as flores do jardim perdido num tempo rompido.
I stare at the spiderwebs all over my face these days, and the craters that mirror the moon. I'm sad, very sad and it seems like my body is shutting down, with each day, in parts and pieces. It's a difficult time, these days. I want to be raw and bold about the pain I touch and eat.
Someone told me that artists and writers go straight to heaven because they live their hell on the Earth.
I'm not a writer. I'm not an artist.
I'm an expressionist. I'm an escapist. I'm an anathema.
To what extent and how deep do the roots of damage go when you scream at walls in dark rooms at a time when you should be dressing up dolls that will shatter your body image?
I know that they say I write. I don't write, I just talk, because I never really talk.
I sometimes wish for a world where I could be free to wear paint on my body that mirrors my mind, so I try to peel off my masks and talk with absolute shameless nudity.
I'm an unhappy and embittered woman, who carries tornadoes in place of emotions and blood. I hold a child within my body and drag a wrinkled soul along. I wear scars that you look at, and I'm rather pleased when you look at them because they establish my distinctiveness.
Some days, I'm ashamed though. Most days, I'm ashamed of my existence.
I choose to openly express my disgust towards the people I live among, and the world I inhabit. These roads stink, and the streets are choked with garbage, and the people are clogged like dirty drains, and acceptance is not a word here. I detest every aspect of the environment that I should call home, and I am not ashamed of my negative perspective because I have grown too tired of being ashamed.
It's a grief - stricken world.
I love someone, and I hate someone.
And I love myself and I hate myself.
I cannot touch the man I love, and I cannot face myself.
Photograph by: @nude.erotic.art
~ Roses ~ 🌹
I brushed my stubble
on his ivory face,
Smelling like Bacardi
in our state of grace.
I'm Dreaming of
spectrum in his
shades, Blood Red.
Our eyes blend to burn
But we fucked instead.
Next we're naked in our
white sneakers. Chasing
dark youth down the
streets in taverns.
A smile in your beard
while you pulled my
In some god forsaken
toilet with your fingers
in my mouth.
Born to run, we
Fled the city in his
scandal in just
one black backpack.
Driving the car and mania
til our lungs can't breath.
I lost myself to
His Dark Philosophy.
We trashed the hotel room
to build our kingdom.
Two Kings in white briefs
trading off their religion.
Cutting capes out of curtains
We flew into the foyer.
I touched him so hard,
I got burned from his loins.
I chose the flawed
freedom, So I made
him my religion.
Now he corrupts me
every night, when
his tongue ride
through my thighs.
The sweet sins shades
my soul like smoke,
Smothering my faith
when I choke on his coke.
We rode the dusk then
watch it die, dreaming
Chevelle all night. Dawn,
I woke up with your eyes
on me. Damn I saw
A Young God
hard to believe.
We're Two Roses
walking with Guns
on the waist line,
Two fragile flames
burning bright in
the night sky.
I found an eternity.
I found a home.
I found a neighborhood
where I belonged.
Now he smiles watching me
With two bullets
swimming in his skin.
I touched the ground
while he striked the sky,
"Will you meet me on the other side?"
You burned his body
But you can't touch his soul,
It resides next to you
And it will burn you all. - Twilight Siesta🌸
Pic Credit: Will tag if I come to know.
"A Waste of Blackness" Written by Salkis Re
All my life I wished I wasn't so dark.
It was a joyous day when could afford makeup to hide the pain in my heart.
I just wanted to be loved like everyone else.
I just want to held and kissed like the rest.
Clorox concoctions and shamans brew,
was what I took to make me look new.
Bleaching away the fire from the sun,
so that the boys on earth picked me to be their love.
I smelled like jasmine and my lips drips of molecular vanillin, yet I am past by because my color blocks their envisionings.
I have to let them go and stop poisoning myself.
There acceptance is worth nothing if I only get it when I'm dead.
"Mistress of Words" ~Salkis Re
Art by Salkis Re