Running but couldnt feel my legs.
Swirling around my head,
Are such strange hues,
Like spilled paint by the galaxy,
I am dizzy.
Where I didn't bleed;
Gasping for air cut
My tongue hard.
I am waiting
For numbness to set in;
For the blood to turn cold,
Before I grow old.
I hear voices,
From places so far,
Yet they're whispers so near.
The rainbow is trapped
In a dark twilight;
I cannot rescue it,
Breathe my last.
End Summer Nights Dream
The summer is going to end soon
But the autumn is not yet here.
Daisies wilt a sooner this June
As if in haste to end this year.
The cloud flakes flit about the skies,
Searching for an elusive rain,
Like a pride of lost butterflies,
Which have missed their spring yet again.
Nights that were once full of laughter,
Are cursed now with melancholy.
The search for an ever after
Was, in fact, love's biggest folly.
For #junecbfchallenge of @cc_writes with my friends @areadingwriter, @the_blank_verse, @mah.writes and @njpicks, @thesoulscribbles. Prompt- Dasies. Also inspired by #junewhiskey by @whiskeyandpens to write something on Chiroco's painting, 'The mystery and melancholy of a street'
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Her feelings were true, her love for him was pious.
Her soul felt flawless every single time she had him around.
But everytime she thought of expressing her immense love for him, she got afraid of losing even a little part she had of him.
And her words were left unsaid, just like her soul which found her better half only to lose him again in hands of the bizarre universe...
I was once told to get out of my feelings. Honestly how could you tell a depressed person to get out of their feelings when all they want is to be happy? Why tell them to do something because you feel it's the right thing to say or do? Why tell them that because it doesn't fit what you where taught ? Honestly school doesn't cover much about depression self harm, or suicide, so don't ever tell someone to feel a way they should because that's what will make you happy. Why try to understand something you wouldn't get ? Why try to get the things that people go through because you think you know ? Coming from a depressed person, honestly we hate it, we hate how people think they know everything and how they like to tell us how to feel because the way we feel is untreatable, because they don't understand anything.... depression isn't a choice, it's not a game, it's a war inside of someone's head, someone going through a transition into someone new, loosing literally everything, giving up, being so antisocial that you cancel your plans the day of just to lay in bed unable to get up...honestly it's small things that can cause a person a lifetime of hell. So don't say you get it or you understand because honestly you don't😕 I know one thing depression has its highs and lows, some days are great, and others are not so good. I sometimes wonder how people who are happy describe a depressed child, adult, or teenager☁️ 💔 (all written by me yet I'm 15 and im more aware than most adults) #poetics#writingcommunity#alexpoems#read#poetic#author#poetrygram#poetsofinstagram#poems#lovepoems#lovepoem#words#linguistics#writersofinstagram#l4l#authorsofinstagram#poet#poetryofig#instapoet#follow#writer#poetry#spilledink#like#poem
by Amy Lowell (1874—1925)
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
You know what I realized? I believe the Universe did me a favor. It showed me today that someone lacks a certain amount of integrity. Listen, you make decisions for your life and you should follow through on those things. Don't lie if you change your mind. Tell the truth and say you are no longer interested in doing something. Say you need to change your schedule just make sure it's the truth. Lies ensure that you will get caught at some point. So the Universe opened my eyes. It let me know that this person is lacking in many areas. It let me know this is why this person is no longer a part of my life. I'm not perfect. I'm lacking too but I guess the poison in me was the deception I created in a way. I'm still angry. This person hurt me in ways they may never know or understand. I choose to see good in people because there is enough ugliness. I might see the genuine good but I'm tired of people taking advantage of it. It hurts. But always XOXO
//WORDS TO A PAGE// .
I have forgotten the feeling
While putting words on this page
I have detained in writing
Or thinking in age,
I have lost words
My brain has been tortured
By the world we live in
By the things we are taught
But as soon as your back down
With your face on the floor
Alone in the night
No one knocking on your door
You start to remember the silence within
You start to remember the joy that writing can bring.
Reasoning and stumbling
Inside my head,
I have no place to go.
🎼🎶🎵 The Turkish ney is an end-blown reed flute, an Ottoman variation on the ancient ney. Together with the Turkish tanbur lute and Turkish kemençe fiddle are considered the most typical instruments of Classical Turkish music. The ney also plays a primary role in the music of the Mevlevi Sufi rites (semâ).💚