Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it
I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you
The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn
Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies
In your presence I make memories
In your absence, poems
I'm wrenched away
Of a part of me, my love
Do you hear the conundrum?
It's me, my heart
And the life we spent
Calling your name in repeat
I take off the shore
Oh! An endless ocean of grief
Some days I think I am pulling myself together
And then there are nights like these
When it starts taking over
I sit back up and start praying
The clock keeps rushing you see
my 6 hour alarm turned to 3
I don't know what else to write
Or do, or how to sleep
People can put you through shit
And yet act like it's your fault
Then they'll do that over again
And say they were just afraid
You'll see them spill out what's in them
Only to realize you were in delusion
That's how you know you were but the one
Know your worth and walk away
I know it hurts to know not everything
you thought and dreamt and felt was true
But never let them take you for granted love
And never let them take away the best in you
If I don't let go now,
I'll never.
If I don't hurt now,
I'll forever.
It doesn't hurt any more than it was supposed to
That's how powerful
the thing
that crossed me.
And that's how powerful it makes me.
It's so dangerous It's so frightening I am not going there Just leave me here I can't see it's so dark the demons dancing I cry for help I shout No words coming out I don't wanna live like this It just feels so wrong Why do I feel the way I do God, please, guide me through It's dark out there I am not going there I just want to dissappear And never exist in fear Is it too much to ask for?
Darkness
Darkness
Darkness
There is nothing else right now.
So maybe, just maybe, I’m the light.
If you think it’s crazy writing to fictional characters, you’d probably not known a one so well.
Isabelle. Vianne. Antoine. Sophie. Rachel. Gaeten. Jullien.
Every single name is ringing in my ears since the last three days. I do not like eating, sleeping, rest aside doing anything else.
Our history books didn’t quite capture the acute longingness those men, women, and children had to suffer or the trauma that carried along even after the war.
And amidst everything, there was this fierce, heart of a lion, young beautiful girl of nineteen who would know love and war, and passion and survival. Only at the end, to face death, in the arms of her beloved. It happened infront of her family, her home. The Nightingale. She teaches me so many things. She’s a hero.
Until last year, the war usually meant the second or the first world war. Today, the word ‘war’ reminds of 2022, and it’s heart wrenching.
Tonight I'd rather enjoy this calm
of free thinking thoughts ringing alarm
Sheepish of my ways long foregone
I'm misconstrued by what's going on
Maybe it's okay to leave what's not
In control and rolling short
The pretty distant nuances of times
Laughing at me for forceful rhymes
I write lyrics for singers you won't hear
Oh, and that was a dream when ya'll cheered
Make-believe world is so beauteous
When it strikes - Game's Up - it's already dusk
Unchained 