Feeling low, nowhere to go
Feeling sad, feeling mad
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
Feeling something, but it's not nice
Thoughts all through my head
The main one wishing I was dead
Hand to the wall, to feel something different
Felling anything but relevant
Music playing, no joy there
Just sat with a cold dark stare
Body shaking, can't make it stop
So emotional I think I might pop
Want to speak, no words come out
Hearing voices, it won't stop
Everyday getting worse
I wish I could put this in reverse
Feeling nothing, feeling something
I just want to feel one thing
Cannot cry, cannot laugh
This is leading down a very dark path
Not much to do, not much to say
I just want to wish the pain away
I'm sorry I'm who iv become
In my mirror their is no one
Feeling low, feeling slow
Feeling iv got nowhere to go
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
At risk right now is my life
All that she sees around her is still,
On a very starry night;
But the storm that's ragging inside
Blinds her to the light.
She sits alone in a very dark room,
And from her back window,
She stares at the moon.
Tears begin to fall upon her emotional wounds,
And she prays that the pain would pass very soon.
The love of her life has divorced
And caused her to cry.
She's often calmed by the stars
That light up the sky.
She knows that this stormy season will pass;
That her joy will come next morning;
That her weeping will not last.
But for now, the moisture in her eyes
Shades her view.
She's comforted, knowing that someday,
All things will be made new.
.
First I took right, very smooth
Love by majority
Then I took left, very dark
Only the brave and strong strive here
Because you got to be the light
So you can shine while striving
Then I took time to observe
I saw my past behind and the future ahead
Then I choose to remain present
Because I can't go to the past
I can't forcefully manifest the future either.
Things in the past
Steadily stealing my attention
Causing distractions
Disrupting my focus towards the future
But I'm so dynamic
Saying to myself always
I didn't come this far
To settle for the least but the best.
Many times I move correctly
Sometimes wrongly
My mindset my redeemer
Whenever I move wrongly
My instinct always revives me
That's why I always trust my guts
Making adjustments as soon as possible
Always responsible for my mistakes
Not find who to blame or make lame.
Inside a big dome...
A speaker, facing a large group of people, spoke about "life." The audience was pleased and clapped so loud. One visitor just walked in and asked, "Is this heaven???!!! It's too hot in here and very dark too. I can hear and feel voices and spirits, but I can't see you all..."
The speaker heard the visitor asking and said, "You are in the wrong place dude!"
(Dreaming is the extension of human thinking, but not all dreams match/picture one's thinking.)
Birthday
They work the busy street corners,
asking for help.
Men with dogs, women with children,
whole families. Their hardship
written on cardboard signs:
Out of work.
Homeless.
Veteran.
She sat on the curb, cross-legged.
Sun-beaten, she was very dark.
Her matted hair framing her face
She looked down and through the sidewalk
faded jeans, a grey shirt and a melancholic expression.
On her lap she held a large bag
of what’s left of her life.
In her other hand, she held a sign.
It read simply:
"It's my birthday"
The night was very dark,
the rough seas gave out a bark.
Would our small boat the Ark,
make it in these tall waves or stay in park?
Then we spotted the light,
it was small and not bright.
Just a blink of white,
then out of site.
We finally got docked,
were told the lighthouse could not be unlocked.
It was haunted many would say,
we know the truth about that day.
When you pay rent of hell a register appears in your house
A rent book and black pen
Your actions essence turned into knots that appear as black ropes
Your thoughts noted in a book and weighted on the scales of the register.
Very dark in your eyes with visions of hell.
To break these knots, you need golden points in heaven.
A demon following you.
I can’t change, and you can’t change. We are two separate people with two separate hearts. When did this road shred apart? I can’t force this love anymore; I am lost in deep thought. Emotional pain hurts, but when you add mental games and a teaspoon of lies, it becomes as ugly as a newborn crying for help.
This broken heart lingers, and I am tired of trying to piece this love-hate relationship together. It’s so torn into pieces that I can’t pinpoint the location. We are too far apart now; longitude and latitude can’t place us together.
Broken hearts, frustrating tears—now it’s two separate lines going in different directions. Do you see my reflection? It reflects off this glass mirror. Now, look at my torn face as sweat falls off my skin, tears in my eyes, like a whale swimming in despair. It’s frustrating to find an answer.
At first, I couldn’t sleep; lonely nights became very dark. But now, mornings start to feel like my best sunshine.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free
Whatever you've lost
Don't go in search for it
If you can't find it
It always leave you insane
Start looking for who to blame.
Transfer your pain into glory
Leave story, let bye gone be bye gone.
I'm so funny
But not cunning
Ha ha ha ha ha
The vibes I give
Always keep you laughing
If we believe, then we'll receive
Let go whatever that doesn't choose you.
Bright is the way
When it's your time
When's not your time
Sometimes very dark
If there's none to lean on.
What belongs to you
Will always be with, by and around you.
What seems great, full of years and much to taste, later proves that time is not to waste.
Pass your time sojourning with trembling and fear, some of us may not have much time left here.
Considering then and now, all that’s ever been under the sun, I can still hear many ask, “what’s wrong with some fun”.
Curious we became, searching out this and that, posing as some great thing saying, hey look what I’ve got!
Forgetting our souls for which we will give an account, there’s no money that can pay for this required amount.
Covering your eyes and ears to this never changing truth, taking the broad road that doesn’t bare any fruit.
Swiftly without warning, one is plucked from this path, plummeting into a place that is so, so very dark.
Prepared is a great supper, you’re invited by the King, Jesus is the only way to enter therein.
Give thought I beg of you, stop living on the edge, look around its evening now, we are drawing closer to the end.
I still remember that day as if it were today
The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away
One may think that on that day I would have been sad
But contraire monsieur, on that day I was oh so glad
I was glad because I had returned to myself
I was becoming healthier, and I pulled the 'good book' off the shelf
Goodbye to artificial sugar and its trappings
So long to ice cream and incessant ginger snapping
Good riddance to confused coddling and co-dependency
Sickly love transactions with its debilitating jealousy
Adios to the glass bottle and all of its fake drunken confidence
I'm drinking alkaline water now, Great energy, I behold, with no more somnolence
To the lil' stinky ciggies and doobies... so long
My lungs are so grateful and now I can smell my cologne
Oooh! Let's not forget the good ol' frenemies
Just plotting, scheming, and snickering with very dark energies
So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm elated about my divorce
I rediscovered myself and I got married to 'Source.'
Silence gripped fear in a very dark room
As two hearts converged in the night's embrace.
One worn by time's relentless race,
The other seeking solace in its lonely space.
He envisioned a fleeting encounter, brief
Moments of passion, then sweet relief
Yet her tale whispered of biting grief
Her eyes held the weight of ancient belief.
In her voice, a whisper of sorrow's song
In her gaze, the world's old pains belong
With tender wounds and dreams forlorn
In the darkness, raw emotions were born.
What could have been mere fleeting trade
Became an entanglement, emotions swayed
Fantasy entwined with reality's braid
In the dark room where hearts were laid.
We are blessed with our planet and its solar system
the sun shines bringing heat to us and plants
that brighten everything with blasts of colour
and aroma fills our world with heavenly scent.
Trees dot themselves on hills and give us woods
in which many creatures take refuge and shelter
Shyly peeping out at us from the cover of leaves
while going about their daily routines in secret.
At night we get the mysterious moon beaming
some nights so bright that all is high lit and yet
others are very dark putting all in deep shadow
making our eyes trick us seeing who knows what.
One could not get bored with the changes
go on a forage and study things carefully
cherish things you find and keep them safe
to ah about and you will be filled with joy
And dont forget to thank both god and nature
for all the blessing that surround all of us
.
Twisted
In mine
My words
her's
Not I
i'm like
half and half
all in
her chocolate
her very dark
chocolate
It's fine
i'll do
all the eat'n
she can
(burp)
read this
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