[Her mouth full of advices,
Fed by her mother/
She walks into my despair
With her lips unziping,
Spilling off statements for my silly behaviour.
She says,"you were better with your mouth sewed, now you speak too much
like my mother used to"
She asks me to promise to not fall apart.
As the world is a vulture on your dead relations.
She tells me to isolate myself from the world that defines love with seconds of eyecontact and loses all of its meaning the moment crises(accepting) creeps in.
But she says don't fetch love let it come to you.
Don't give it away easily if it didn't fetch you.
She asks me a simple promise to choose better.
As she has seen me falling for everything that was short lived from the fancy erasers to people with same vibrant vivid colours.
She used to say "Don't be too sweet for your sixteen"
But mother I was nineteen,
And I remember you were eighteen
But still somehow we managed to fool our mind and let a stranger draw decisions in our life.
Now I know, I'm 20 and I learned to isolate.
From the advices you gave,
That sometimes didn't synchronized with my crises/
I said I couldn't breathe, you handed me prescription for sleeping pills.
I felt that was stupid,
But my thoughts died for few hours
And I realised thoughts were indeed poison killing deep.
Like from a movie scene, your words aren't the words that I'm looking for.
Our problems aren't scripted neither are your advices.
Sometimes you are too tired of my poems.
Sometimes I'm tired of your silences.
But somehow your stories manage to keep revolving in my mind
And moral to your stories are the advices I seek.
Your metaphor are way too deep.
They find a way to me like you do.
Our stories are sequels, with problems upgraded and hurt self invited
And I know you'll always keep walking into my despairs with mouth full of stories from your tweenties.
Sharing moments and mistakes too.
I then realise that I am just a distorted reflected of you.]
Some days I take my friends for granted.
It’s so funny how soon we can forget the times when everything was different.
I forgot mine so fast; I’m not used to anything but these amazing, understanding friends I now have. In primary school I barely had any friends, or any real ones anyways. One day I’d have six girls to play with during break time, the other and from what I remember most days, I sat alone or was getting bullied. And at that time, I prayed for some friends that would actually stick around for weeks in a row. Changing temporary into everlasting, just like I changed from that insecure, bullied little girl into this fierce, way more confident woman. And my friends have luckily changed too; I was blessed enough to find some amazing souls in high school. People that can debate with me, that share their stories and their truths about life, that are there for me (even with unwanted advice some times, which I still do kind of love them for). They give me the warmth, the love and the reassurance I need. So here by, for I now longer want to take them for granted, I thank my friends for sharing the drinks and conversations on my bright days, and the ice cream and silence on my bad days. I promise to always remember. ~BitterSweetLiesPoetry
From a young age, I have surrounded myself with music. Now, I can sing but only if you want a good laugh and I can decently strum a ukelele, but that's my extent of musical talent.
Though I may not be the next worship leader or radio star, I can appreciate the talent of others. I find pieces of who I am in songs that go deeper than the bass line, with lyrics that are identifiable and unquestionably real life-oriented.
We all have something rare, totally unique that we can contribute to the others. It can be tempting to give into the thoughts of self-doubt and sometimes laziness (just let someone else handle it) but it is beyond the moon amazing to accomplish something you told yourself you would never be able to. Because brushing out the voices of others is difficult but doable, but blocking out the voices in yourself is almost unimaginable.
The strength you have inside yourself is far greater then those voices want you to believe. You can do it. You wouldn't have that potential if you weren't meant to achieve those dreams.
I believe in you, in hope. Always. *poetry and photography is my own*
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When love will be gone far away from my door,
When all my wounds will bleed from core.
When railings have developed around my heart,
When sleepless nights tend to smash me apart.
When the moon fails to shine above bright,
When the remnants of past absorbs my light.
When doctors inspect and drop every hope,
When hands are ripped from the charges of rope.
When leafs of my spring are grey and dry,
When affairs are meant to disappear and die.
When I run away from everyone I am close,
When the battles of my fate do not let me doze.
When the nerves in my body will dance and sing,
When the stars in the sky stop striking a ring.
When memories in my heart will slip like sand,
When I look up and hope to embrace a hand.
When I fear to spoil another home,
When on the curvy roads I eternally roam.
I will find you and all my fears will go,
Love is a beautiful emotion I will know. 🌹
Never been this dead. Haven't spoken a word today. Studied like as if im doing a fovour. Suicidal thoughts are coming haunting me. I feel like drowning. I m faking conversation as I'm really chilled but deep down im really fucked. From last two nights I haven't slept. Starts Studying at 4 am until 8. And then from 11- 3 . And I feel restless. Only drinking black coffee n green tea. And I feel like I'll be hitting cigarettes soon. My dog is looking at me talking away my sleepers to play. Chewing up my pen and barking on me and than sleeps. I'm not loving him . And I cried while posting this. I hope I can make myself proud up there.