In the quiet of the night's embrace, Where shadows dance in tender grace, There dwells a longing, deep and true, For love's sweet touch to find its due Across the vast expanse of time, Lays hearts in silent rhyme, Whimpering and longing For love's symphony In every whispered sigh, In every tear that softly dries, …
The essence of youwas always a lie.Right from the start,You had me on tenterhooksWith my emotions chainedTo the image ofwho we would have been The quiddity of youSunk me into despair,Crumbled my goddessAs what you portrayedSailed further day by dayAnd who I became,Died a shadow deathAs my love witheredFrom the bullshit you livedAnd the endless …
At my darkest time,My soul neither travelled nor arrivedAs thy stillness became immuneTo the dreams in my headLeaving me to ponderAt the miniscule clues aheadof a future not bleakBut one filled with potentialYet far from achievable Nonetheless, I knew that it would at leastAttain a life of a muscleIf it didn’t give way to thelife …
Life as I know ithasn't always been fairStruggle at the mask of dawnAnd wails at the energy of dusk Love, I knowhasn't always been oneYet betrayal remainsa natural courseBut through it all,There you stand I see the way you look at me,Worshipping, with your gazeYearning from across the roomTo feel the essence of meAnd grasp …
I wake up most morningsTo the cry of my soulHurting and grievingFrom the silenceScarred by unworthinessAnd ladened with grief I wake up most days,To the whispers of my bodyYearning to moveTo feelCraving a touchAnd crying out to dance I survive my afternoons,Thinking, ponderingDreading lifeWishing, hopingFor a second of certaintyAnd the bliss of future moons I …
Writing every day and any day is so terrifying, especially when you do not know where and how to start. The aspect of dedicating time to the task promises progress and rewards. Does anyone know how the motivation trickles down to one's fingers? How does the mind fall in love with the words it hears? …
I have always been that girl,Whose truth lies beneath shadows,Deeper than the heart can fathomAs monsters lie in the wakeOf untold nightmaresAnd endless failuresDragging me into the pits of mysteryWoven from the angst of rejectionThat clouds my essence,I am that girlWhose beak trembles at the weight of its silenceBuried farther in her soulWith no prospect …
My heart is speakingFor the first time in a long whileOf the shadows that reside withinThe deepest of achesThat linger in the cracksForfeited by doubtAnd trembling with hopeFor a dayWhen the light shinesAnd a flower blossoms
Dawn often bears miracles for someYet to her,It gifts nothing but demonsDemons of her worthlessness,Ghosts of her lonelinessAnd illicit thoughts of deathLaying to rest the hope she yields within. Flowers bloom when the sun smiles,Yet to her,The tension that clouds her mindDelivers nothing but shameAnd breeds sentiments of resentment Earth creates for all.Yet to her,The …
Yearning for new beginningsOften breeds from saying goodbyeTo grey patterns and experiencesRolling through lenses of doubtEnforced by despairOf the pastAnd clouded with visions of defeat Here you stand!Drowning in fearOf enraged foesAnd grieving unchartered fantasies Seeking for consciousnessOccasionally branches fromAngst of imperfectionTroubled with bursts of creativityHankering for a cosmos of feelsAnd the birth of imagination …
THE ROOTED MIND 