All this trouble waging war
is what this world is looking for,
should they write to one another
and not let us out to suffer,
maybe writing up some verse
but nice words seem to be scarce,
should they maybe get a muse
with its looks make them amuse,
an ambassador we shall need
to show love and lesser greed,
I’d appoint someone like you
Soft and sweet like winnie pooh,
It would surely cut the stress
And with peace clear out this mess
I told everyone that I hate rain.
I told everyone that I hate every drop of rain.
I lied.
I lied that I hate being wet in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I told myself what I like about rain.
I like holding hands and running in the rain,
smiling at each other.
I like dancing to a romantic song
with you in the rain.
I like every drop of rain touching me
when I am with you.
I like it when thunder falls.
I act scared just to get closer to you.
I like this scary yet romantic weather
when I am with you.
About Rain, I Lied.
I love it when our eyes meet and
smiles grow brighter in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I don't love the rain.
I love being with you in the rain.
Helllo Dear, my mind is free
If you wish, you can love me.
Hello Dejar, no fear! Please come .
Waiting for you, Welcome !
Also you can leave at ease.
Yet, if you wish, love me , please.
Im sorry
I know im a pain but im trying to change
Trying to become what you want
Trying to throw myself away to be what you please
Then when you're done you throw me away and get a new toy
But im always waiting
Waiting for the say you come back and say
“I love you”
Waiting to feel you in my arms
Waiting to feel loved
waiting
Waiting
waiting
Written in My Hand
Grief is loud.
It cries until your body hurts.
It screams into empty rooms.
It asks why
until the word means nothing.
It makes you angry
at people who are still here.
It makes you miss things
you thought you hated.
But grief is quiet too.
Sometimes it sits beside you
while you laugh.
Sometimes you have a good day
and feel guilty for having one.
Sometimes you forget.
And then you remember.
And somehow,
remembering hurts worse
than never forgetting at all.
Grief is a ghostwriter.
It writes things inside you
that you don't remember asking it to write.
It changes the way you remember before.
It changes the way you imagine after.
It makes absence feel like a presence.
And after a while,
you stop asking grief to leave.
You make room for it.
Maybe because losing it
would mean losing one more thing.
So it stays.
Quiet enough that no one else hears it.
Loud enough that you always do.
And somewhere along the way,
it learns to write in your hand.
Until one day you read yourself back
and cannot tell
where grief ends
and you begin.
— Sofia Aronovsky
If only there was a way
to press rewind,
maybe there'd be
another road I'd find
even though I know
I'd still cross every line
and find every way
possible to remain behind
Like my fate has
already been defined,
and would constantly decline,
as if I was designed
to be blind to the fact
that I'll forever be confined,
deprived of ever finding
any form of sublime
yet after being able
to reunite with my whole soul,
something so amazing,
as we began to bind
everything felt new
It was as if our worlds
had always been waiting to collide,
revealing a new kind of love,
seeing this dimension
in a completely different way,
still intensifying deeper every day.
afraid to show one another
the true feelings
that overwhelmed our existence,
until that very instant,
our energies created
such magical brilliance
we realized our connection was
uniquely different,
truly one of a kind,
a love with endless emittance,
shining beyond the limits
of space, fate, and time
It’s a beautiful empire
Elms are standing in a row
In their autumnal attire
As if putting on a show
And the road is strewn with leaves
Down the Durham riverside
Where’s the car? Ah, here it is
Couldn’t notice at first sight..
Where we’re going? No idea..
Who’s the driver, I can’t see..
What’s your new address, my dear?
If you somehow hear me..
When I say, “I have a mountain,”
You ask, “Where do you want it moved?”
When I have a dream,
You ask, “How can I make it come true?”
When I say, “I’m scared,”
You ask, “How can I make it safer?”
When I have a plan,
You have the pen and paper.
You support every thought in my mind.
I say, “Let’s go, let’s jump.”
You don’t say, “Where?”
You say, “How high?”
You let me go off and explore,
And say, “I’ll leave the light on the porch.”
At chess, even trying to let me win,
When I lose, you still let me flip the board.
You’re not my ride or die,
You’re my anchor, my wall, always by my side.
You believe in me when no one does.
You find seeds in me when I thought I was dried up.
You are not my other half; you are my whole.
You complete me like a puzzle.
You’re the sun, and you warm my soul.
Nothing has changed.
Except:
laughter became louder,
colours more vivid somehow;
my home more welcoming
and I am aware of beauty
in the simplest of things.
The sun is reluctant to set
and the night, when it finally comes,
is magical and holds more stars,
higher and brighter than ever before.
Even the roads seem wider!
I know what you think:
it was always like this,
nothing has changed,
except me and the way you
made me perceive the world.
If we can experience it, it is already a material thought-part of God. The permanent of all substance. God doesn't simply construct (what basic man understandably childlike reasons) -- He is builder of everything (all of His own essence-parts) (purified when in balance) (perfect in manifestation when blossomed expression) -- God is infinite existence, the purpose of Love to be lived outright eternally. Everything He is, He wants us to be, even greater for He is also all potential unlimited.
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So few understand the bible, and the true nature of being. God lives, breathes, feels with and through His creation (including us) -- Free Will allows us to separate from Him consciously...but it is an illusion. True separation is impossible. All is made of God Substance (His Body). Nothing exists outside of God. He is form and being. In Him knowledge of all Good and Evil. We pick and choose, Law the Redeemer. Grace and Love the patience. When in balance...there is only love.
"You know I can be found"
Without you, everything is gray and scarce
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
My loss is quiet in the dusk
"If you can't come around,
at least please telephone"
Words can't describe how much I adore you
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
"Let's walk up to the preacher
and let us say I do"
it will gain me feel whole and complete
Do I sound crazy? I probably do
Mon amour, I'm moved to tears
"I really love you baby, cross my heart"
Little Moments
People have normalized
holding hands,
little touches,
hugs,
and eye contact.
But for me,
they are never just ordinary.
I want to hold his hand
and walk with him
on long, quiet night walks.
I want to accidentally brush against him
and feel butterflies
flutter somewhere in my stomach.
I want him to hug me
when the world feels cruel,
when everything feels a little too heavy.
I want to get lost in his eyes,
because sometimes
they speak louder
than words ever could.
These little moments
may seem ordinary to others,
but to me,
they are everything.
Because lust could never understand
the comfort hidden
in these little moments.
For me,
they are not just touches,
not just hugs,
not just glances.
They are where
I find my comfort.
They are where
I find my happiness.
Mourns the loss of youth.
Regrets the love that she lost.
Peers out her window
Gray and fuzzy dreams.
Two fingers stained yellow tap
on her aching knee.
Tea, long past tepid,
jiggles a stark reflection
staring back at me.
The heat has gone the sun slowed down
And its rays went out of town,
It just left us in the cold
In our shivers growing mould,
Need replacement for the heat
Back again that feeling sweet,
To feel the heat right on the cheek
So much good for the physique,
A replacement I must find
One that’s sweet a one that’s kind,
Perhaps an image does the trick
And watch your wares with every click,
That would surely warm my heart
As it was right from the start,
Cause when I first laid eyes on you
Felt all the veins burning right through.
Can you still
feel our beginning?
how overwhelmingly
amazing I made you feel?
how just thinking
of me made your
heartbeat so fast,
sending that heat throughout your veins?
how it felt like there was a magnet
that pulled us to one another
and how it felt so incredibly surreal?
can you feel how you craved me
and how my soft lips
felt pressed against yours
and how it seemed like we had
already belonged to one another
an eternity of forgotten days?
can you still feel
how those
butterflies felt
when I'd pull up
in my car?
Or how badly you'd
need me next to you
when we were far
apart?
Can you feel
how when we kissed
it felt like fire
burning throughout your soul
and how you had told me
that I was the first and only
woman that made you feel whole?
do I consume your thoughts
while you're awake & in your dreams?
are you still so positive
that you and i were meant to be?
can you still hear that voice in your head
that told you I was the one
the very moment you laid eyes on me—
because I am still trapped inside the smoke.
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