“I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING WITH CERTAINTY, BUT SEEING THE STARS MAKES ME DREAM.”VINCENT VAN GOGH Lie on the grass with me. Let's get lost in the stars...
I'm really not looking to be the reason behind anyone's happiness but if I can make it easier for someone to be happy, then that's what I wish to do for the people I cross paths with.
TO: firstname.lastname@example.org SUBJECT: Dear Anyone, I hate myself for sending this email, but I don't know where to go. I don’t want to burden my family, my friends have their own struggles, professionals are know-it-alls and yeah... maybe I just need to vent like a dumb 5 year old to a random stranger hoping that … Continue reading email to anyone
Last year my English lecturer decided to trick us into opening up about ourselves more by asking us to write a piece titled "If My Life Were A Poem". Fortunately, I'm very stubborn and so even though it's nearly impossible to reveal very little with such a topic, I think I did a good job, … Continue reading The kind of poem I’d write
I'd be damned. I'd be damned if I deemed myself worthy of anything other than everything.
a world full of people can still feel empty.
wilt. wither. float into your death.
if it's the sun that brings light into my life then you must be far greater because you bring fire.
these feelings come so suddenly
I'd give more fucks but I don't want to be labelled a bitch.
and just like a game of hide and seek, you have me searching for you. all the dark corners of my soul offer you refuge.
I don't know how to say all these things
And even when I'm on my knees, heart gushing blood and with nothing left in me, I will continue to fight.
My words are all I have. Do not silence me!
It's always a red one...
To my first love I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you from the depths of my soul. I love you in the day and in the night. I love you when it's warm and when it's cold. I love you when I'm happy and when I'm sad. I love you … Continue reading 2020/03
How could the sun rise on a day like this? Does the world know not what it has lost? Worry not for I know your worth. I'll carry you with me wherever I go. I'll make you proud. Who I am is for you, surely you know that! My flower...
oh, dearest love, how beautiful you are! they just couldn't keep their hands off you, could they? sweet sweet flower, you'll always be my smile.
you have some nerve, sun! Shining on a day like this..
it's kind of great that you want to be all that for me but i'm sorry, I can't let you. i'm far too busy questioning the sincerity behind your care, the intentions behind your actions and the truth behind your words...
I always thought that doing nothing was better than doing something the wrong way. ~flawed perceptions
who the hell cares? in this life, you die alone. I died a long time ago...
you existed in a time that feels so far away. were you just a figment of my imagination ? are you what I wish I had?
we save the starving body by giving it food. we heal the bleeding wound by applying a bandage. we save a misplaced mind by giving it psychiatric help. What can we do with a dying soul?
all I want is to be among the stars.
things get better when you realise that the world isn't all bad
when is it enough to not be enough? now.
the sky looks how I feel.
she used to smile so brightly...
happy anniversary ~the next day
*conflicting emotions taking over* *contrasting thoughts overwhelming* *constant heartache never-ending* *the mind of a drunk is someone sober*
all these emotions compressed within the centre of your lungs they'll explode and suffocate you. nothing will save you from the shards of broken glass and the now expired love no one wanted a taste of.
racing mind like a drunk behind the wheel sooner or later you will be the death of me ~overthinking
But at the end of the day, we keep moving forward because there isn't much else to do except hope that the next step is the right one.
how long does the Winter last before the sun comes out? it's starting to feel like summer might never come again.
it is strange how each step makes the journey longer as though I am walking back to the starting line. I am not. I see the finish line. I take long strides and I wear my short legs out. My lungs begin to burn, my record-holding heart works faster, my small eyes focus. I see … Continue reading 2019/02
the sky is sad and I miss you
I know that I shouldn't allow myself to step into the darkness but it looks so familiar, so comforting... The darkness reminds me of myself. It may not be good for me but it's the only thing I know...
but, how can i expect them to hold onto me when they could lose grip of all the other things that matter to them? i know the choice will be hard on them so i'll let go first...
it's the moments spent without you that reveal the worth of the moments spent with you once upon a time in a life slowly fading from my memory.
All these wars yet you lose the ones against yourself
it gets better. it has to.
I believe in hope. I believe in happiness. I believe in finally being ok. But, to get there one must allow oneself to feel all the unpleasant feeling and thereafter promise oneself never to feel them again.
Today, I will cry and feel all the pain and disappointment. Tomorrow, I will bloom like a wild flower on a Spring day.
Tomorrow these bruises will be a story to a beautiful ending...
Surely some good must come from this, right? I refuse to lose hope.
The grass is dry. The flowers are dead. The mud is suffocating.
How long have I been stuck in this lonely place? I've lost track of the days. When is the next good one?
The laughter - it feels a lifetime away...