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#33 - Poetry #2
written on Thursday, December 17, 2015 @ 12:07 AM
26/2/2015 — Thursday.
the scattered pieces in the brokenness
along with the tearing-throat screams
and the teary-eyes sighs,
oh God when will this end?
why do we apply the glue to mend
things together even when we know it will
break again just before it could dry?
how many times have i fallen as my legs started to take another step as i rise?
i have crumbled my bones.
i have cried a river.
the dust and the tears created a mixture.
for my heart that drowned in it has
become a concrete. harder than rock but
still bleeds when the knife was pushed further in, deeper than it has ever been.
numb is now for all that i can feel.
and still am i the rock that bleeds.
—L.D “from a soul raised by a broken home.”
Carpe Librum,
L.
Labels: poem, poetry, writings
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#33 - Poetry #2
written on Thursday, December 17, 2015 @ 12:07 AM ✈
26/2/2015 — Thursday.
the scattered pieces in the brokenness
along with the tearing-throat screams
and the teary-eyes sighs,
oh God when will this end?
why do we apply the glue to mend
things together even when we know it will
break again just before it could dry?
how many times have i fallen as my legs started to take another step as i rise?
i have crumbled my bones.
i have cried a river.
the dust and the tears created a mixture.
for my heart that drowned in it has
become a concrete. harder than rock but
still bleeds when the knife was pushed further in, deeper than it has ever been.
numb is now for all that i can feel.
and still am i the rock that bleeds.
—L.D “from a soul raised by a broken home.”
Carpe Librum,
L.
Labels: poem, poetry, writings
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we live under the same sky
“To put away aimlessness and weakness, and to begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment; who make all conditions serve them, and who think strongly, attempt fearlessly, and accomplish masterfully.”
- James Allen Quotes
Sometimes I wonder how people see me and what they think of me. It scares me a bit, honestly. I am sure though, that what they think of me,
what they think my life is, is a complete misperception. I have always tried to show myself as a carefree person, as someone who wont get bothered
because of public judgements. I am sure my friend and family think there is nothing going wrong in my life, that I do not worry enough, that
I am always happy. And I am sure they probably somewhat hate me for it because, lets admit it, there is nothing worse than seeing someone
who is life seems so perfect while yours is a complete mess. Truth is, I have become an expert at pretending. I think we are all experts
or at least we are getting there.
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