Life's Golden

[goldenpoet1]

Roses Blooms so delightful, her eyes kiss the moon and the stars. Oh how I gaze into the galaxies of emotion. She smiles and the sun warms my heart like the rays of the sun. I can't look away my heart becomes astray into the black hole of emotions. You complete me in a feeling that eclipses the pain and love I feel. Oh show me my raven my dove the true meaning of never ending love.

[goldenpoet1]

It's crazy that people ask me if I am writing for myself. No, I'm not, I'm writing for those who feel like they are falling and can't speak, so they hide. We live in a time where people would rather put a mask on to seem stronger than speak up because weakness leaves you vulnerable. It's painful and dark times. I speak because you are not alone. Sometimes darkness creeps it's okay to cry, but know you're not alone. I think when I write, I speak what's on the mind, of millions. Loneliness is a parasite that will cloud your site. It takes strength to clear the darkest skies to grasp the site to be mighty. You're not alone.

[goldenpoet1]

IM thankful for my mask is off now, broken, the pain, depression and hurt has become nothing, a glass that's now become filled with water. Instead of liquid courage, we call drinking demons, simply liquor. With the ice being sexual temptation. Healing is hard. The journey is rough, but it's all worth it in the end. When scars heal and you can finally smile, knowing you feel better than the past with a mask and numbness. Now, I am ready to live in the present and get ready for the future. life will always show you what to be grateful for. Humbling you spiritual, physically, and mentally. To all who are out their I love you. ❤️

[goldenpoet1]

To whom this may concern

I know that it's hard, and life can be a love-hate relationship. It's complicated, but is it worth living? To some, no, to some sometimes, to some yes. We want to drive, to be better, some settle to be good some settle to be great. Good is the enemy of great. But we pick how the scares affect our lives. We can learn from them, or we can let them be ankers. In the sea of life. One thing we all have in common is the will to overcome any obstacles. Dont give in or give up. Step by step day by day. Rome wasn't built in one day. Old wounds are nothing more but life lessons left behind to learn from. I just wanted to say you will become great. Some battles are meant to Win and, Some are meant to lose. Keep moving forward to whom this may concern.

[adamantseal]

I gather mystery around me like skirts

translucent tulle

billowing into clouds

I am carried away

you will never know

my true face

hidden among stars

dying to be born

who are you

pale shadow fingers

writing stories in the mist

I am the words

disappearing

[goldenpoet1]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!

[goldenpoet1]

I don't feel anymore. Touch isn't touch anymore. Is this the first step to insanity, or is this the first step to the end of my life? The definition of loneliness has become me. It feels good somedays. Other days, it feels like a curse. As if I deserve the empty nerves. Given this destiny at birth. My mind grows restless, a maze that will be my grave. So I stay astray.

[goldenpoet1]

I've been lying to myself. I told myself to move on, but my mind, body, and soul can't. For the first time in a long time, I felt reality reality of hugs, kisses, and true emotions that I thought were frozen, but I lost the one person God has chosen. The nightmare became vicious and ferocious. Destroying our emotions. We fell and become broken. I still feel the connection. Something my heart can't continue to reject. This is so depressing I lay empty and restless for losing the love that always kept me breathless.

[goldenpoet1]

I don't believe in coincidence, I believe in shaping your fate and / or destiny. Maybe making your own dish with your own life lessons as the recipe. I think I’ve used the last ingredients, what's left of me. The real me that was hidden away like a bastered child of a parent that keeps you a secret from their significant other. My mind broken, my heart yelling why bother. My soul became drifted away and became a monster. My heart became fostered; falling further. I can no longer wear a mask any longer.

[goldenpoet1]

These past few days, I've been sober. I left my emotions dormant. Drinking demons to fix the leaking pipes like duck taped wrapped around a water hose. The problem wasn't addiction; no, it was the feeling of not feeling. Not feeling the pain, tiredness, depression, anxieties, alone, problems, not hearing the voices, and the brokenness. It was the novicane to the pain like a toothache. Addiction is the feeling that it gives you; the comfort of not being alone. Not alone from the outside world but in your head. That dark place you get trapped at sometimes. Now I feel everything, overwhelmed and overflowed of feelings that I thought I would hide. I thought it was dormant, but it just became more torment. Yet, these past few days, I've been sober.

[goldenpoet1]

Times seems to move faster in age. Pages of each chapter in life turn quickly. Days turn into months, then into years. You drift away from life, society, and reality. Being empty seems better than feeling emotions that will wither away. Why? Simply because all good things come to an end. Maybe this chapter in my life has. Leaving the memories on its knees, turning to sand in an hourglass. Yet memories drift away. The sun shines so bright, but im floating in the dark ocean. That's where I will stay.

[goldenpoet1]

A broken man, pointless and paintless canvas, an emotionless zombie of frustration. What has become of me? Over the years, fear, achohal, and darkness have been my best friends. For many years, I've lost count of the feelings around me. Yet I still believe in hope after it has run away from me like a fatherless child. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Please remember, but I can't. Hurting those around me only adds to the broken pieces I once had left and cherished. My reflection becomes blurry. Life writes my life with a broken typewriter, misspelled words of discomfort and sanity. I cry oh how I cry in order to feel a genuine smile; but I hurt the ones I love, the ones that make me feel alive, the ones who will mourn me." I'm truly the rock at the bottom. It's clear I truly just want to disappear.

[goldenpoet1]

I'm empty, soulless, and broken. I don't know anymore, I don't feel anymore, and what's left of me is pain. Hidden pain, I hide behind the smile, yes the smile that only wishes for happiness and peace in my mind. Yet I'm blind. So in the dark, I cry, one day life will be done with me like a common whore on the street. I whither away wishing to see my little brother someday. Who am I? I've forgotten as I grow empty and rotten. This world is not for me, one who is dark, lonely, and empty.

[goldenpoet1]

I feel unease as if life pulls away like the oceans' tides. Yes It glistens under the light of the sun and moon. Yet I am still not at peace. Where's the breeze? The wind that dances with the leaves. I know the emotions I feel are knitted and saemed. To fit the emptiness theme, my mind envisioned. Im none too many and left by plenty. I'm a broken soul of energy. Death. Will you save the last dance for me?

[goldenpoet1]

Am I ready to leave this place? Am I finished with grace? I must show the true face behind the mask that hinds my pain. Oh, what will I gain, pitty, loneliness, and / or shame. It all feels the same. My mind has gone insane. Is this the taste of insanity?

[goldenpoet1]

Is life golden, not when life's rope is tighted around our neck; and your hope is burning out like logs in a barn fire. Cold wind starts to creep, and the feeling of weakness pulls me deep. I can't think, nor sleep. The days turn into weeks, another day without sleep. Thoughts leave me weak, afraid, and bleak. I wither away to ashes and decay.

[goldenpoet1]

If pain is my Companion then, I will lay with it as if is the love of my life.