Peace on lease.

poems and write-ups. Basically the voice inside my head.

[peace-on-lease]

A small poem. The words wrap around certain elements of the painting. Although I hadn't used painting as a prompt in the first place. Also, I thought of twisting the painting a bit.

Who are you?

The end of a line

Or

The end of time.

Moonlight in my starry night

Or

My peace of mind's demise?

How far away from the truth do you sway

You stand so close yet feel so far away.

You speak so loud but I hear you soft

Like the water gushing down in massive drops.

You're the air I breathe,

Sometimes like a blade that slits.

You put a bullet through my head

And carry me to my bed.

I wish I could place my head on you

While you sing me songs of solitude.

You fill me up and unburden me

See me past this roaring sea.

I wish I were you And you were me

Maybe then we could do things differently.

[iambecomeyourvillain]

is it normal to bite a book

[homeofophelia]

if it’s normal to smell a book, it’s normal to bite a book

[peace-on-lease]

Yeah I think it helps you get a 'taste' of the book.

[peace-on-lease]

In this blowning wind

I'm like the smoke that floats.

If I'm anything

I'm what's within the boundaries of my mind.

If there's any heaven

It's between me and my window.

Eyes they beg to dim

They long to be closed

I'd be long gone now

If I hadn't kept them open:with hope.

Sleep tight

wrap the wet rag to death,

If pain and love can conexist ,

So should

Life and death.

[peace-on-lease]

My thoughts written in a poem. Reblog your thoughts about this quote.

The trouble with being born - E.M Cioran.

As I lie on my bed 

Something makes me want to cry. 

I press my pillow against my face, 

Afraid of disturbing  someone else.  

The skin between my eyebrows fold

I've felt this a thousand times before,

As I lie still and let the pain unfold. 

My friend: my imaginary pain 

It makes me cry, 

But I I love him anyway. 

[peace-on-lease]

Just a small poem.

No one feels like you.

Because No one's you.

No matter how hard I try replace you

I end up just at thought of you.

In the space

Between you and me

My words find a place

To fit in, to mean something.

I can try, try harder :But I'll fail,

you are in all of my thoughts

No matter how brief

I can't escape you nor the cage of my own deciet.

It don't matter if this makes sense

Because I'll always find sense in

Me and you

Because no one's like you.