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An Artist’s Dream

Let me dream a sweet dream tonight

Let me have one sleep of respite

Open the windows

And Let the stars flood in-

To my mind

As we dine on blissful nothings

Let me take sanctuary in those eyes

I saw just once

They’ll light up the dark

Brighter than that dusty crescent moon

Just one sleep on sunshine

Let me dream of hope

While my days are crowded with grey

As I struggle through the day

Let me have just one night

Of colour

Of joy

Of love

I need love in my heart

Let it flow when my eyes are closed

And my breathing is heavy

Let the whispering in my ears be a lover’s tune

Not the hiss of all my doubts

My numb days plaster the canvas in white

Let the night soak it in hues of delight

The slight silver of the first star I see this night

The golden yellow that falls though fingers in petals

The wild wild green of the grass that scratched at our feet as we ran

The blue. The blue of your eyes.

Let me swim

In a lagoon of my imagination

Let me dream of dreams where the writing

Falls

Off

The

Pages.

Because words can’t describe

I want to believe

In me

I want to know

It’ll be okay

You can’t do that

I will.

But you can let me have tonight

Whisk me away to the hidden realm of your arms

Then daylight

Daylight

Return me to the greys of reality.

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25: A Mother's Moon

Have you ever wondered What’s on the other Side of the Moon? Somewhere nice And soft and sweet Than the midnight blue Velvet touch of the night? Perhaps that’s where Heaven rests And angels care. Maybe that’s where Heroes dwell After adventures Having dared. Such a thought; Wondrous as only From wondering What’s on the other Side of the Moon. Wouldn’t you say the crescent Is the tear Of a Holy Mother? I suppose that’s why We never see But wonder What’s on the other Side of the Moon And know the tale Of a hero Is never over the goal But the adventure shown.

arabwife

better to lose people not meant for you than to exhaust yourself trying to impress, love, help, and grow with people who never will be.

bartonbones

“makeup actually expires!!!” not if it costs more than $5 it doesnt

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It expires when its empty

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For the past several years, I knew I was never okay. I know that I will be stuck here forever, inside this dark pit. As I grow older, as time passes by, day by day, it’s getting harder to breathe, it’s getting worse. I’m getting worse. My heart will never heal, I know it. It will always be chained to fear and anxiety.

There were times that I thought I was getting better, there times I have said to myself, “Wow, look at me. I’m doing alright.”. But, that’s the thing, life plays tricks on you. You thought you finally saw the light, but afterwards, life throws a bigger rock at you. And, that’s when you finally gave up. Life only disappoints you. I get tired, I give up. You may say that I’m weak, but I have my limits. We all do. I lost my hope and faith.

Up to this point, it’s like I’m just wasting time. I can’t chase my dreams anyway. If only if I have given the chance to choose, I would have. Now, it’s like I’m running away from everything. I can’t deal with life anymore. There’s nothing left for me, there’s no fixing me. It’s always going to be the same monotonous depressing bullshit.

But, honestly, all I ever wanted was to live but, I don’t know how. Because, for the past years I noticed that I was just trying to survive, just barely breathing. Everything is hopeless to me now. My life is just going downward spiral. And, if this is how my life is going to be, I don’t want it anymore. Right now, death sounds so peaceful.

– S.L // 2am suicidal thoughts

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Things always get better. And there's way more to the world than you know. It just takes time to find the right part of the world for you.

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if she has hands let them touch you let them pull the bricks from your rotting wall your crumbling masonry, your shaking knees you kiss her, you name her architect, you look at her blueprints, you make her coffee when she’s up late, how is this not love? you let her see where your bones are cracked, you feel her heartbeat through her spine in the morning, fingers counting her vertebrae, you tell her the parts of yourself that don’t see the light of day, and she presses her bruised lips into your chest, your neck, your wrist, how is this not what it means to love? is the horizon not split wide open like the gap of her mouth, ever since the first time she spoke? are you not reborn because of her smile?

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