I am a mist
cast in the shadows
winter clouds.
I rain onto the hearth,
like frozen thorns,
and lay out,
alone and bare in the cold
until the morning sun
chases me away.
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I am a mist
cast in the shadows
winter clouds.
I rain onto the hearth,
like frozen thorns,
and lay out,
alone and bare in the cold
until the morning sun
chases me away.
Suggestions please
So there's this guy, I like. I want to get him something but he won't let me guy anything, esp anything expensive. He loves to play guitar. So, I'm wondering if there's a way I can collect guitar picks from around the world, one from each country and give him the collection.
Any suggestions how I can make that possible?
A hundred years ago,
'twas a promise made-
to lay bare our hearts,
sheath all our clothes,
be naked-til the very soul...
we died making that promise,
born to live them in life
but lost we were in this chaos
of hatred-devilish and divine
and so we wandered,
forgetting and forgotten
a hole in our cores,
a soul to begotten.
the world moved on
and we swayed along-
made anew in its image
hearts blakened, souls charred
goals just as wicked....
until one day,
our paths crossed
souls rejoicing
it was a chance to live again...
(to be contd).
getting the monday right...
once upon the time, there used to be a difference....
the reasons why I stayed.....
#reasons #love #thoughts
#lost
#thougts
"It's the Promises not made that are are worth keeping than those that were..."
Owb
I wish to commit a sin so great....
I wish to commit a sin so great,
and see how life treats me than..
Give me all that i seek, for here-
It's the guilty that always wins...
I ll live my days- bright and sunny,
I ll cherish this life, it's rewards,while those-
That i hurt, i ll let them-
Burn right under the same sun...
I ll laugh,and i might cry joyous tears,
I ll bring and maybe destroy sandy castles...
I ll never repent, not serve my crimes, for-
They're a part of my victims' rhymes..
I ll sing, and i ll read. I might write of-
My guilt, far too old and far too weak...
I ll forget their faces and crimes i commit,
I wish to commit a sin so great, so i may live all my dreams.....
-OWB
Giving unto the storm,
I feel a sense of calm rising within...
Is it a new begininng, Or the final end,
I wonder,i wonder....
The winds are strong,
The air has a current withheld-
Ready to unleash its power,
Ready for the chaos?
I wonder, i wonder....
Once again i stand in old lanes-
Stones paved anew....
The past repeats itself, or
Is it the future too..
I wonder, i wonder....
The music my of harp,
The lyrics of my soul-
Pierce this air like a bolt,
Is it my heart that's bleeding,or the sky?
I wonder, i wonder....
-OWB
The choice..
I am both fire and ice. The calm and the storm. I am the wind as well as the rain. I can choose to be both or any. I could live as one or many. But alas, the choice has been made. And not by me.
To be contd...
-owb
we were two dreamers who dreamt the same things...you just woke up first...
Memories..
To memories that return , unapologetically, at times unexpected, catching you offguard and taking you back to a time you have been trying really hard to put behind, and nearly succeeded.
I tango with changes
and waltz with tradition
I whisper lullabies
and scream out ballads
I trust in uncertainty
and doubt guarantees
I am monsoon madness
and rainshower calm
I am 3 am truths
and 2 pm secrets
I am simply and
complicatedly - me.
-
1492. Monsoon Madness, Rainshower Calm
(Let me show you the discrepancies of me)
Art by _minimalista (IG), used with permission.
Abrupt endings...
It feels impossible to find any positivity within myself. Im trying. Maybe i dont have enough syrength left in me. But its difficult to feel any hope. Any happiness. There is a willful almost pleasant dullness within, that has crept into the deepest recesses of my heart. I try not to think, even when past comes knocking on my door. I try. Yet, it finds a way within. I wish to share this with someone. But I know there is none that can understand this. They run away.
The only problem here is, life still goes on. Times like this make me feel how beautiful.abrupt endings are.
Luck brought us together, love led us astray..ambition kept us distant, but life...life is where you walked away...
-owb