your-confesiones

[4urorah]

[luv-trash-blog]

[balzog]

[brian4rmthe6]

[mondlichty]

[versionenproceso-diario]

[importantcatpics]

[maviyenot]

[voidpostings1]

[tracesofmoonlightink]

[driftmami]

[g0r3shitt]

Se me antoja un tatuaje

[ghostofpencilnink]

Exalt & Exile

Blessed are those, who are not chained or care

Free from bitter tongues that can't scare or snare

Those bitter beings who like to cut the wings off birds

Steal their melodies to twist and massacre their words

Blessed are those who cut down their electric fence

See right through the white mist and heads so dense

Blessed are those who remember what it was like to fly

To feel the wind through their feathers, to never fail to try

Oh how blessed are those with a free heart

For they now see the stars and the world as art

- ghost of pencil & ink

This is a bit more basic than my usual poems but I feel as though I usually write about love and how ppl stay even when its hard but lingering on the past cuz u feel bad or they might change is not rational. It's a cage of your own making. So be blessed and fly away from bitter beings and don't let anyone take away your song or your will to fly!!

[konoko]

[4urorah]

Lei confesiones, permiso. No me siento vivo, esa es la exageración, pero es que me siento vacío. Lleno esos vacíos con humo y apesto. Vacíos y Vicios se parecen mucho cierto ahora que lo pienso.

Eres el primer en decir una confesión así que agradecida ya que para eso era.

El vacío en nuestro interior es un sube y baja,

Una realidad cotidiana, la cual intentamos minimizar con

excesos.

Nos tratamos de aferrar a esos pequeños momentos que nos llenan y mientras más adultos nos volvemos más lejano vemos esos momentos.

No puedo decir que todo va a mejorar sin embargo no hay que rendirse y buscar las cosas que nos completan, ya sea lugares, personas, hobbys o a veces la nada .

[uslions]

[4urorah]